Wednesday, May 07, 2008

Knight to F3

The pawn has shifted,
the storm draws near.
God rolls the dice, now
blinding all that hear.

The numbers will fall,
the lemmings will cheer
but the victory goes not
with the flinch of fear.

the rain will rush
the wind will tear
large roots, hold true
for truth never wears.

The pawn has shifted
the storm draws near
God has rolled the dice,
igniting all that hear.


Blogger sourmonkey said...

Reality is always ahead of ambition,
But fate is never the same.
Who knows the state of this condition,
When identity is shaped within a frame?

11:32 PM  
Blogger sourmonkey said...

I sit before the empty screen

And wait for your reception

As dot pixels, red blue and green

Convince of false perception.

The people move, and laugh and scream,

And plea for my attention.

I am not free, within this dream,

This delusion of mass conception.

11:33 PM  

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