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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358369" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Game of Life</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Games people perform in this life-<br>Playing Chopin’s waltz on the baby grand piano- I am a believer.<br>My father stood still- whip in hand.<br>A big black cat carrying a crimson red trunk entered my room past the midnight hour<br>Dumping live boa constrictors atop my bed- although I only saw soap bubbles emerge before from the gates of heaven’s past.<br>In my mind I still can hear Chopin’s waltz playing on our baby grand piano-<br>I listen to voices that aren’t even real-<br>My father giving orders- he was once a soldier.<br>My mother’s negligence screams and<br>Stabs me with her cruel and toxic words-<br>My father passed in the springtime.<br>Roses and wild violets grow freely- in the back of my mind.<br>I never promised anybody flowers- only music-<br>Games that people play are what life is all about-<br>My thoughts are spinning out of control-as are Saturn’s rings.<br>Our baby grand piano is out of tune-<br>I do not care- I sing an opera solo-off key though gently-<br>The wind is blowing outside at hurricane strength-<br>The power just went out.<br>I am in the dark- as I dream, and I dream-<br>My hands are still playing the baby grand piano-<br>Out of tune as it may be-<br>The back door to my mind’s prison is locked-<br>Life is a gamble- my thoughts have spun out of control-<br>I dance the tango in the woodlands where<br>Oak trees and evergreens have fallen-<br>But I foresee no moonlight-<br>I gave my father no flowers; <br>I play him Chopin’s waltz on the baby grand piano-<br>I know he can hear as souls never die-<br>I can listen to my dreams –<br>I hear my father’s orders and my mother’s wrathful vengeance-<br>I never promised them flowers and<br>They never promised me the world- I was invisible-in the eyes of millions-<br>I hear angry voices echo about- nature’s bounty-<br>Life is a venture, but<br>My soul shall reap its reward<br>Before hell’s brush fire is extinguished-<br>Can you hear the music playing and<br>The lonesome screaming of the deceased? <br>I can only hear a neighboring car alarm sounding as too many days have passed since<br>the doorbell sounded and fog has lifted-<br>Rain is falling into a bloodbath. – <br>Where extraterrestrials are inclined to exist-<br>I am a believer…my soul shall live on.<br>Can you hear the calling of the wilderness? <br>Only where mountains meet with the horizon and<br>I keep on searching for rainbows in a fleeting moment?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Claudia+Krizay">Claudia Krizay</a><div class=q>
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Playing Chopin’s waltz on the baby grand piano- I am a believer.
My father stood still- whip in hand.
A big black cat carrying a crimson red trunk entered my room past the midnight hour
Dumping live boa constri..."></div>
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