Checkmate

We can play the guessing game, or we can play it straight, or we can make love in the living room, soft bloom of the rose moon, but checkmate, naked we play, our pawns flirting in the game, these silly teases, sweet like reese piece, fun as they are only foreplay, get deeper in the game, get lost in my gaze, time and space, while starring at your naked flesh, resting on freshly laundered linen, close the curtains, candle light as our light, I see your knight, and you see my rook, keep your eyes open, don't blame me if I leave 3 in the morning, without a note, just a sweet bitter after taste, but I am but a pawn, love and lust can't be drawn on the same canvas, my name etched on the mattress, a space on the sheets where my body used to be, all lost in a memory, I am not your king, nor you are my queen, and sorry I don't worship the bishop, I guess I win the game, checkmate

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Sleep is hard

If u could only see my dreams, the images that tie in together like a seam, sometimes the images stretch like a limousine, sometimes bounce like a trampoline, i find it hard to uncover, cant even describe it, i talk and stutter, but nothing really matters, im still awake while the world sleeps, i try to count sheep but they all fall and shatter, the moons laughs while i toss and turn, when will i learn to never tame my mind but rather train my mind, but for now i stare into the wall aimlessly, comparing myself to the painting that never sleeps

Evo

The evolution of man, drop of tear into sand, a mirror of man, silver and sand, crossing the boundary where every word matters, where every speech pattern can light up ideas like a lantern, in the dark dim lit street I venture, swear to myself I would enter, walk the path of the dark shadow, to enter the light we face the darkness in the night, we battle with our inner self, the violins weep, smell the ginger steeped, wisdom waits this evening, like a wanderer, lost in the information valley, vices eroding our street alleys, forgotten canals clogged with materials, the only ism is materialism, detachment without losing compassion, attachment without regrets, words turn to reality, a page turned, a stage earned, tide turns, the next generation waits