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- Laruku Tears - 12-17-2007 [html] LOL HAIKUS WUT. The snow would not stop. But it still fell gently, so He didn't care much. Everything was grey, Or white, or so obscured that It was not a color. He didn't know where The chess board had come from -- 'had Found it in the back Of his freezing den. Now it sat on a flat rock And he, before it. Insignificant White pawn was missing, but the Rest were all set up. A sigh was a breath Of white fog, invisible Against everything. - Ahren de le Poer - 12-17-2007 [html]
LOL BEAT POETRY
Smoke. Always smoke. How long now, has the addiction held? Years? Months? He no longer knows. Time means nothing, in this winter-gray, western sky. Direction is lost, sense of purpose is lost. Here and now. Only the here and now. He found the man in the snow, A madman bum, more scars then skin; Red-eyed, tattered, broken. They could have been brothers. White on gold, White on black, White on white. They are living artifacts, And here they mean nothing. One hand moves, And a broken, dark knight goes to war. - Laruku Tears - 12-17-2007 [html] WE ARE TRES AMAZN. They were brothers, kin, Brethren of chaos and war. Dead together now. His was a sad smile, But it was the best he had. Laughter was not his. A white pawn, lonely, Missing one of its own sad Brothers. Move forward. Play the tarnished horn. Beat the beaten old drum scores. The white night is hell. - Ahren de le Poer - 12-17-2007 [html]
The madman, though not half-so-mad now,
Turns the white to war. History repeats itself, oh my Brothers, History cares not for these men. He smokes, snow falling, Contemplating his own death. Tobacco stained hands twist, Sending another pawn to war. They do not speak, oh my Brothers, Because language means nothing, Because words are not enough, Because there are no words. They are both mad, And in this madness have found each other. - Laruku Tears - 12-17-2007 [html] "Make love, not war!" say The nay-sayers, but realize There is no difference. The black and white are Brothers too, but hatred ran As deep as their blood. Wretched creatures and Wicked children, growing up To be their fathers, Even after years Of growing up and hating Them. Boys cannot change. A regal knight, all Poised with lance quite ready For the blood of this Brother, this battle. Everything they did was a Half-formed metaphor. - Ahren de le Poer - 12-17-2007 [html]
War, war, always war,
Constant, inevitable, Once upon a time. They have both seen war. And perhaps they have become their fathers, For indeed all boys do, And perhaps this does not surprise them, For the world is predictable. Onward, cried the king, Hiding behind his court, Onward, urged his God, Taking the white knight to the grave. There will be more graves, And more boys to go to war. That, above all else, will never change. - Laruku Tears - 12-17-2007 [html] He had never had Any real experience Playing this mind game. But all the same, the Rules had been memorized -- Rules of engagement, Of hatred and blood, Of hapless strategies and Mad killing tactics. This was their lives on A checkerboard, but far too Simple, for the queens Weren't invincible And the kings had no power, Though that was likely The most truthful thing About the flat battlefield. The other knight now. More weary was he. The death had been their gain, but A death all the same. - Ahren de le Poer - 12-17-2007 [html]
Fight, capture, kill, destroy.
Ideals of a previous nation; A previous time. They hold true even in this mock war. Take a breath, Take a drag, Send forth the bishop, Wielding his holy stave. The illustrated man, with his tattooed chest, Regards the playing field. He exhales smoke, reasons in the snow, And returns to war. The game continues; Silent, black and white, Like an old movie reel. - Laruku Tears - 12-17-2007 [html] They all grew up to Die, but to make that death worth Their lives, they make lies. Elbow on the rock, Chin against his palm, thinking. It didn't matter. Turns passed like falling Snow. Pawns, knights, bishops and rooks -- Fight for that own deaths. Check,he said calmly, Almost boredly, in that soft, Reserved sort of way. A white knight poised to Kill, to save Alice from her Wonderland at last. - Ahren de le Poer - 12-17-2007 [html]
Death was so final,
So absolute, It gave them meaning, It gave them something to look forward to. The war went on for hours, perhaps, For eternity. The king hid behind his castle, And a saintly warrior struck, Sending the knight to legend. A year passes, A hundred years, But it is only a moment in time. Darkness rises. “Checkmate,” the illustrated man said, A renegade queen and her holy warrior posed, Waiting in the shadows, Prepared to end it all. - Laruku Tears - 12-18-2007 [html] Perhaps we are done? We should totally do this Again though. 'Twas win. His smiles were all Faint and small, barely there lines Curving upwards some. Checkmate? A swift loss, But so many fallen men Were lined on the sides. A field filled. Bodies. Black and white blood -- closed red eyes. Forgotten prayers, dreams. Cest la vie,he said. Rough fingers picked up the king So that he may see All of his fallen sons. I was missing a pawn,said He, But cest la vie. |