The Ramblings of one Partical-ular mind. Using words to create a cohesive whole of the universe. Poems and Foreign languages and mixed media.
The winning bluff is very hard
Knowing they hold all the cards
To lose would be utter disgrace
Failure and a loss of face
So we remain on total guard
Faces of ivory carved
While pleasantries are being pared
Picking up the losing pace
The winning bluff
Avoiding all the wild cards
Holding the hand close to guard
Caught inside a hardened space
Losing to win the race
With the winning bluff
As I lay there, we breathe in
Time refusing to pass us by
We lose all sense of reason
The winds herald the coming season
Leaves settle with creeks and sighs
As I lay there, we breathe in
I lose all sense of calm and reason
Clench my teeth between the cries
As I lay there, we breathe in
My thoughts have lost all cohesion
This miracle has mystified
We lose all sense of reason
One more press that softly frees him
Delivered of this great surprise
As I lay there, gently breathing
We've finally have a sense of reason
The other side of the glass
A face staring back at me
Reflecting my current self
Or the world I long to see?
A silver mirrored piece
Causes such ponderous woes
When gazing upon its surface
Recalling highs and lows
The power and its image
It's leaden, heavy glare
Reminding us to consider
It's power is we care