Ladies and gentlemen why do we ignore each other's eyes,
And why does conversations go so amiss?

It's the messages ignored with responses in silence,
As if the star particles refused to ignite in it's atmosphere.

It is the unheard cries and howls of the rain drops,
And closed shutters hushed us with more monotone hums.

My lady are we that different in thoughts,
That crushing blow of outer space so deserving?

Do treatment of silent beast bring you pleasure,
And the numbing senses of blood vessels need not loosen?

Fellow gentlemen I hear by decree we are in a war,
And all wars are fair, just like love.

We can only pass the ball in their court,
But it takes two to waltz in the field.

So I encourage to all,
Simply respond.

It is but a deficient herdsman who would fault his sheeps,
For flocks are lead to their own devices.

There are moments where the sheeps are really wolves in a sheep cloak,
And certain sheeps willfully follow the deceitful to undesired ends.

So it seems with current waves of the ocean of information,
And controlled emotions of media perpetuated fairly tales.

Rather become very bored of reality television,
Illusions of images worse than plastic material.

What is left of this world still organic,
And ideals like a scent of dawn?

I for one choose not to play any of their monopoly, risk, or stratego,
But embrace the incoming storm and play in the rain.

Life as we know it is a chance,
But require made hands to dance,
Then **** on everyone with winning prance.

Reading the moving lips,
Looking for people's reactive bits
And que into people's tips.

It's them ballers,
The high rollers,
With stacks of hundreds of dollars,
The ****** know it all white collars.

With them fancy cars,
Hanging in cliquey bars,
Swinging the club in many pars,
As if some royalty bloodline of a tsar.

But in a game of chance, owning a yacht means nothing without a boat!
All those credit cards mean nothing without the proper cards on the table!

Riches mean nothing in a table, nor nice clothes in a game.
Because even kings and queens could fall flat on their faces with those aces!

So let me tell you little bit about this game,
It's reading people to tame,
Where you grind the game without a shame,
Stepping up to no longer stay the same
It's a game recognize your name to a fame.


Just remember the high cards can get you far,
But get beaten by them deus in a bar,

The pairs are wonderful as it gets higher
jokers bring jokes to her admirer,
While the ladies yell "off with their heads!"

In the royal court Cowboys rule supreme,
But those pair of aces undo royalties like puddle of creme.

Two pairs are better than a pair,
And three of a kinds are better than a two pair,
While the wheel is super fair.

Straight line is common winning line
But Flushes them after a dine

The boat takes them for a cruise,
Quads will get them a bruise,
But the nutz are royal flush of hidden ruse!

It's the mastering of perception,
Made hands with repercussion.

Because life as we know it is a chance,
But requires made hands to dance,
And hold onto your winning chips by ******* on them with your prance.

When you have nothing, there is nothing to lose,
Because Hold'em no limit is the purest form of living a life!




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Moved by the guiding hands of the wind,
While avoiding the living room box's trend.

Although fixate with this generation's iPad,
Or impulse to explore the Xbox's dungeon,
And glimpse the pages of the Forbe, the Facebook, and the likes.

Make time to be in the moment of solace,
A time to dream to explore ideals,
Like floating in nebula avoiding the all powerful black hole.

Navigating the void of the sense of inner torment,
Or charting the boundries of the next voyages of personal task.

One does need to depart from disparity of news,
Or lose sense of humanity by deprived reality TV,
For satirical movies like Idiocracy prophesied seem realized.

One does need to regroup in personal cocoon,
Meld by the silent melodies of beating chest,
Like metronome syncing the keys of the piano to Bach,
While breathing upon the horizon of rebirth,
And find your enshrouded foggy path by beacon of self enlightenment.

Truth is the trigger, and it's scent of the pure gun powder.
Guns hired, shots fired, crossed fired, everything hey wired.
Rippling of bullets, Trail of ****** rounds, Tracer rounds, all rebounds.

Faltering skies, Blistering eyes, all those lies, bullets fly!
Like sharp blade, taking turns to trade, those bullets raid.
Smoke in the barrel, those sweet gun carol, music of bangs vector zero.

reigning bullets, covered in red, shots on the head.
Spinning around, dazed and confused, all but train wrecks.
Street lights blur, speaking in slur, losing mind without a cure.

Love with the gun, all came close to none, and ready for the fun.
Squeeze to aim true, and everything blew, all those bullets flew.
Purity in those bullets, truth in the trigger, faith in the gun.

Those bullets in the dark, lighten by the spark, stray bullets embark.
Dripping of red, streaks of red, all those people dead.
Judge not the bullet, not the gun, but the man pulling the trigger!

To whom have hum the song called sum of love,
With thirst of touch unquench and desires loom away by their whim.

Such lyrics pour with your hearts until the tears dry like oasis in desert,
And suffocated in oceans of your own sorrow swimming deeper into the sea.

For love is shared with mutual need to create the roots of their spiritual seed,
And love alone is but a riddle never to get the answered in a desolate well of forgotten.

Arise and drink from fountain of desire,
To move forth to the great journey of unknown,
For your legacy can only enheighten by the second wind.
From wind become a vortex and the roaring sea,
While grasp onto your survival and free from all limits of expectation,
Then become the seat of mount Olympus finding true equal next to your seat!
For it's the very glory of your survival that shall ring true upon the beats of all hearts!