Every day some new fact comes to light - some new obstacle which threatens the gravest obstruction. I suppose this is the reason which makes the game so well worth playing.
quote by Robert Falcon Scott
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The gravest fish is an oyster; the gravest bird's an ool; the gravest beast's an ass; and the gravest man's a fool.
Play The Game Tonight
You think that something's happening
And it's bigger than your life
But it's only what you're hearing
Will you still remember
When the morning light has come
Will the songs be playing over
And over
Till you do it all over again
Play, play the game tonight
Can you tell me if it's wrong or right
Is it worth the time
Is it worth the price
Do you see yourself in the white spotlight
Then play the game tonight
And when the curtains open
To the roaring of the crowd
You will feel it all around you
Then it finally happens
And it's all come true for you
And the songs are playing over
And over
Till they do it all over again
Play, play the game tonight
Can you tell me if it's wrong or right
Is it worth the time
Is it worth the price
Do you see yourself in the white spotlight
Then play the game tonight
song performed by by Kansas
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Historically You Know This
Tactics used,
To maneuver your way into portraying yourself...
As a better qualified human being than me,
Through the devisive use of corruption, deceit...
And the calculated infusion of mental abuse,
Has resulted in your exhaustion.
You seem to have run out of fresh manipulations.
I hope not.
You provide me with mental candy.
On the same leveled game playing field,
And blindfolded...
You provide no competition.
And historically you know this.
No one is that sound asleep!
That's why your apparent deadend,
Has you rushing to find 'something' of validity...
To divert attention,
Away from insecurities you wish would leave...
To continue doing the mocking done you do of me.
To further falsify your abilities.
You seem to have run out of fresh manipulations.
I hope not.
I have never met an obstacle,
I did not find intriguing.
On the same leveled game playing field,
And blindfolded...
You provide no competition.
And historically you know this.
No one is that sound asleep!
No one could be 'that' naïve...
About a fact based reality faced and believed.
But then again...
Tactics used,
Are not always on the surface...
To be observed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Solitair, a teacher
Solitaire is a card game
Developed for playing
By self with no opponent
The fact is you are
Playing your own self
This is what
Solitaire teaches you
You shuffle cards
You distribute them
Upside down
Over eight or ten rows
Not knowing which card
Lays where and in what order
Keeping only the top layer open
You start arranging
Cards in descending order
As you move an open card
The card immediately under
Opens up
The card opening up may or may ot be
Matching your requirements
While opening up card
Depends on your luck
Card moving is totally
Left to you and
A lot depends on your skill
But you keep playing
Till the time either you win
By accumulating suits in order
Or when you get stuck
With no more moving of cards possible
And you lose the game
Life is like that only
And as in solitaire you play it alone
Though you seemingly have partners
And you must know that
You are all alone playing your game
You act on visible opportunities
And as you act upon this
New venues opening up
One by one
Either to your surprise or shock
Still you keep playing the game of life
Expecting each time when you act
There will be favourable changes
And with further scopes for gaining
The only difference is that
You quit the game in solitaire
But in life the game leaves you
At its discretion
Leaving you to wonder
Whether you are a winner or loser
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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I Love....
i love...
that's the reason i walk,
the reason i breathe.
the reason i grieve.
the reason i dance.
the reason i smile.
the reason i listen.
the reason i offer a hand.
the reason i see beauty.
the reason i see both darkness,
and light....
the reason i take chances.
the reason i keep going.
the reason i get angry.
the reason i forgive.
the reason i touch.
the reason i question.
the reason i believe.
the reason i am tolerant.
the reason i understand.
the reason i fall.
the reason i fly.
the reason i write...
the reason i am what i am!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Love Never Die's
Love never dies
It lives, it breaths
Inside each of us human beings
Just most of us
Can never see
The beauty
That is dormant
In us all
Most of us wait
And think
Is he my Mr. Right?
But then
The light just fades
Like two ships in the night
We often mistake love
To be caring with our words
But what it really is for us
Is giving our whole being
To love you must trust
To love you must give
Is anyone really ready?
To give what makes you
Who you are
Your soul, you're very being
Is it worth it at all?
Am I being cynical?
In life's most mysteries
Emotion that scares us all
Am I really right?
In how love suppose to be
We all have our own opinions
Of what love is suppose to be
Perhaps I am mistaken
On what I really see
So you tell me
What do you see or feel
Is this what love is all about
Trust with all your heart
With ever fiber of your being
Is it really worth the risk
To risk a broken heart
Can it really be?
That important to ones life
This is why I say
Love never dies
It's always there
In each of us
Dormant in our hearts
poem by Kaila George
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One Good Reason
(eric woolfson - lead vocal)
Gimme one good reason why I should listen to you
I need one good reason why I should do
What you want me to
Gimme some air or I cant breathe
I cant see so I cant believe
Show me just a little more
Oh oh gimme one
Gimme one good reason why I should listen to you
I need one good reason why I should do
What you want me to
Under your thumb aint no place to hide
I cant choose and I cant decide
Gotta be a better way
Oh oh gimme one
I keep making the same mistake
No win no lose no give and no take
Im just playing a simple game
And I dont wanna ask you again and again
For one good reason why I should listen to you
Just one good reason why I should do
What you want me to
Under your spell aint no place to be
Dont mess around with a fool like me
Help me just a little more
Oh oh gimme one, gimme one
Well I keep making the same mistake
No win no lose no give and no take
And Im just playing a simple game
And I dont wanna ask you again and again
For one good reason why I should listen to you
Just one good reason why I should do
What you want me to
Pull on the string you hold in your hand
Making me jump like a one man band
Gotta be a better way
Oh oh gimme one
song performed by by Alan Parsons Project
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Cheap Date
wasted youth on
being wasted
tasting the lips of liars
with checkered pasts
playing the game
not playing the game
being game
taming
the shrew
I liked to shop
hunting for bargains
hunting for game
game over
he was no bargain
what is the price
you'll pay?
at what cost?
poem by L.K. Thayer
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Hidden Things
Let them not seek to discover who I was
from all that I have done and said.
An obstacle was there that transformed
the deeds and the manner of my life.
An obstacle was there that stopped me
many times when I was about to speak.
Only from my most imperceptible deeds
and my most covert writings--
from these alone will they understand me.
But perhaps it isn't worth exerting
such care and such effort for them to know me.
Later, in the more perfect society,
surely some other person created like me
will appear and act freely.
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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Suppose There Is a Valid Reason?
Do I forgive those who knowingly deceive?
No!
'Suppose it's their first time?
Suppose there is a valid reason?
Suppose there is a good excuse,
As to why they do it?
Sup...
Hello?
Hello?
You still there?
Can you hear me?
Is anybody there?
Hello...? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fighting The Odds
It was a wet fall day.
Leaves falling off the trees as if they were helicopters landing on the ground.
I was on my way to me final soccer game of the season.
I was not sure if I would be playing or not because my temperature was 100 degrees.
My head felt like a 100 pound weight pushing me to the ground.
But I had to play because I had started every game in goal and I was just not able to let my team down on the undefeated season and the division title.
I was dizzy and felt like I was just been pushed around on a spinner at the local park. It was a feeling that I will never forget, it has been 5 years and I still remember this feeling.
The referee blew the whistle to show that the game was over after the 70 minutes of harsh play.
My team was as happy as winning a lottery!
After the game we took a team photo by the goal with everyone one holding up one finger to show that we are number one.
Everyone was as excited as can be because our team was not expected to do this well this season.
In the ending I had to have brain surgery because I had a rare sickness called encephalitis.
But it was worth playing in the rain playing a game I will never forget.
poem by Nick Jumic
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Light?
Have you ever wounderd from where light came
If the wondering of light is just a game
If light is playing a trick on our eyes
If light is just a bunch of lies
If light has a tempreture cold as ice
If light is actually hot as rice
If light can run around the room
If light will lead us to our doom
If light can catch a traveling ball
If light can hear our pleading call
If light needs us to see ing the dark
If light can produce a menacing bark
If light can flow as fast as sound
If light is only on earth bound
If light can take a human form
If light can get caught up ina storm
I often wonder what light can do
but its secrets are not for me and you
poem by Samantha Ridley
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I had always intended to make a living out of playing blues. But I never admitted it to myself. I don't suppose I could have given a logical reason for it ever becoming possible to do so.
quote by Alexis Korner
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Hidden
From all I've done and all I've said
let them not seek to find who I've been.
An obstacle stood and transformed
my acts and way of my life.
An obstacle stood and stopped me
many a time as I was going to speak.
My most unobserved acts,
and my writitings the most covered --
thence only they will feel me.
But mayhaps it is not worth to spend
this much care and this much effort to know me.
For -- in the more perfect society --
someone else like me created
will certainly appear and freely act.
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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The Price
How long I have wanted
This dream to come true
And as it approaches
I can't believe I'm through
I've tried, oh I've tried
For a life, yes a life
I thought I knew
Oh it's the price we gotta pay
And all the games we gotta play
Makes me wonder if it's worth it
To carry on
Cause it's a game we gotta lose
Though it's a life we gotta choose
And the price is your whole life
Until it's gone
Time seems to have frozen
But the mind can't be fooled
As the days pass I discover
Destiny just can't be ruled
Hard times, oh hard times
For the price, yes the price
I thought I knew
Oh it's the price we gotta pay
And all the games we gotta play
Makes me wonder if it's worth it
To carry on
Cuase it's a game we gotta lose
Though it's a life we gotta choose
And the price is your whole life
Until it's gone
Until it's gone
Oh it's the price we gotta pay
And all the games we gotta play
Makes me wonder if it's worth it
To carry on
Cuase it's a game we gotta lose
Though it's a life we gotta choose
And the price is your whole life
Until it's done
Oh it's the price we gotta pay
And all the games we gotta play
Makes me wonder if it's worth it
To carry on
Cause it's a game we gotta lose
Though it's a life we gotta choose
And the price is your whole life
Until it's done
song performed by by Nine Days
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You've Been Playing Me For So Long
What do you mean,
I am not the same person,
You though you knew?
I am that person...
Whether you knew me or not.
Nothing about me has been in hiding.
But this game you have been playing with consistency?
With spells of hide and seek.
And self centered ego tantrums?
Has grown tired to accept in my adulthood.
One of us has to take off the mask.
That is probably the reason you don't recognize me.
You've been playing me for so long,
You didn't bother to realize we both had grown up!
I did.
And that me you knew...
Is not that me you'd like for me to be!
The only thing that has not changed...
Is the approach to your tired game.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Get Off My Back
Well you think that you can take me on
You must be crazy
There ain't a single thing you've done
That's gonna phase me
Oh, but if you want to have a go
I just want to let you know
Get off my back and into my game
Get out of my way and out of my brain
Get outta my face or give it you best shot
I think it's time you better face the fact
Get off my back
You know it's all just a game that I'm playing
Don't think that you can't find a way in
That's what I'm saying
Oh if you want to have a go
I just want to let you know...
song performed by by Bryan Adams
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I Want to Exist- Mary's Story
Answer me this;
riddle me that;
enigma-surrounded
I retreat,
to the isolated and the cruel snide
for solace
against you and others
who
think this is a debate,
or argument,
when for me
it is about
whether I exist.
No, gentlemen,
ladies we engage here
not in idle gossip wars
for me this is more serious
and masks,
despite my telling my self
it is less than that,
in fact,
for me
mental survival is at stake here;
all the more so
when I see it is not that way for thee;
it makes me feel smaller still
that you can play with life
indeed, even in this conversation;
as if for you
nothing is a stake;
oblivious to,
that for me,
all is at risk;
the half-healed wound
stabbed again.
There is no quarter here
asked for
or given;
you must die metaphorically
for me
to have just one moment
to exist;
as I resist
illogically
to save myself.
All this
I know
sounds crazy;
through all this
I am aware
that none of it makes sense;
But if I had control
I would resist.
But the point is
I don't
and I can't
and I must save
not only myself
but all the others too
to avoid the mental obituary
that life
seeks to write for me and them
every day, each day, in every situation.
They are playing for the joy of the game;
I am playing for the right to exist.
Crazy?
I know.
I don't know what is wrong with them.
Why can't they see
what they are doing to me?
Why are they so out of touch
with reality?
Tell me who is the crazy one?
Why is my reality
the crazy one?
This rule makes no sense.
It is
well
crazy
to deny me
what I need to exist-
which is
after all
the need to
maintain my dignity
in the face of the
brutal facts of my life;
I really don't matter; ,
no special talents
one among a mass
average-
when
everyone says
I should be special
in some way
but
in fact I know I am not-
I am average,
barely
having
a rationale to exist.
There it is.
So does this all mean
I have no value?
No, I exist.
There is the problem:
people treat me
at though
I don't.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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I Did Not Need Or Want To Be Anyone But Myself
I DID NOT NEED OR WANT TO BE ANYONE BUT MYSELF
I did not need or want to be anyone but myself-
But was my self a self worth being?
I did not want to be Wallace Stevens
I did not want to be Wordsworth
I did not want to be Hopkins or Dickinson or Blake or Yeats-
They were all who they were
And a blessing to many-
I just want to be who I am
But am I a self worth being?
Or am I just a person
Whose name is namelessness?
I suppose I can live with my own namelessness
And my not being one of those with a real name-
I suppose I can live with being only who I am
However unworthy that is
Name or not, nameless or not
After all
I am only who I am -
And I will only pass this way one time-
Name or not.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Playing With The Boys
Id say it was the right time
To walk away
When dreaming takes you nowhere
Its time to play
Bodies working overtime
Your money dont matter
The clock keeps ticking
When someones on your mind
Im moving in slow motion
Feels so good
Its a strange anticipation
Knock, knock, knocking on wood
Bodies working overtime
Man against man
And all that ever matters
Is baby whos ahead in the game
Funny but its always the same
Playing, playing with the boys
Playing, playing with the boys
After chasing sunsets
One of lifes simple joys
Is playing with the boys
Said it was the wrong thing
For me to do
I said its just a boys game
Girls play too
My heart is working overtime
In this kind of game
People get hurt
Im afraid that someone is me
If you want to find me, Ill be
Playing, playing with the boys
Staying, playing with the boys
After chasing sunsets
One of lifes simple joys
I dont want to be the moth around your fire
I dont want to be obsessed by my desire
Im ready, Im leaving
Ive seen enough
...with the boys
Ive seen enough
You play too rough
Playing, playing with the boys
Ill be staying, playing with the boys
After chasing sunsets
One of lifes simple joys
Is playing with the boys
Playing with the boys
Playing
Playing
Playing
Playing
song performed by by Kenny Loggins
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