Monday, January 25, 2010

one is light, one is dark

Black smoke, white smoke
Both light and dark territory
Both cannot exist without
telling the others story
Very telling indeed
Very smokey
There is graying in need

Black smoke, white smoke
Cross words
They sound like propositions
Sounding like students
Unruly, to converge
To agree
to one anothers views

What do they say?
What do they do?
They make the moves we see
We've seen them now misused

We see pawns
We see seats
We see you -
please be seated

The board seats the island
The island sets
Please be patient
Please wait to be summoned

The island rests
Let the games begin

The game being the proposition
The prop being, the duality of man
The duel
The battlelands
The jest, the knights, the fool

The breaking of rules
The pawns expand
The limit exceeds
And death becomes a possibility
And checkmates become death

Theres no hope for the hopeless dead
These two students, demand sacrifice
for a desired result
Your move, brings that closer and closer, too

These moves, theirs and yours,
brings fighting, destruction
and corruption
They even moved the island underneath
the galleon, while it was in the ocean

Black rock, white rock
The test begins
The rock drops
They evaluate the candidates
Based on who could become them

They came, they saw, they touched
The potential was sighted, and felt
in the oceanic eight-fifteen

The pawns took flight
And deflighted they fell
Heads or tail sections,
had flipped, and split, and divided

The decision was split
between a man of science, and a man of faith
This gave them their tribal scars;
made it easier to pick the giddy pig
between who they were, and who they are

Black jack, white jack
He walks among us, but
he is not one of us
He has work to do
His nephew needs to be raised
His nephew, may save us all, one day

You all everybody

Everything that rises must converge
He will raise himself so high
He'll rescue all who will survive
You all, will see
what lies in the light

What lies in the shadow
unlockes the mystery
of our white knight
Who hasn't been himself
since he's been occupied

Black knight, white knight
The island demanded a sacrifice
The battle over who'd rule him first,
was won by the man in white,
then lost to someone worse

Misguided by his guide,
he had too much work to do
Taking control of his destiny,
made him late to work;
made him someone worse

He now walks among us,
but, he is not one of us
And doesnt the security system stalk these woods?
And dont we feel secure?
Oh, but no

We live together, and die alone
We convince the others will to kill
Not those who should, will
We'll soon become savages all
One after the other

Class will soon be over
The island will be no more
The overlap with the world of real,
will come forth
The pieces of this island
have already blast, to those who longed for it
Those longing, will wake to it

Namaste, they'll say

Turbulence, put the dominoes in motion
The effect, has taken effect
Ding dong Dominus,
the king is dead
Ding dong ditch,
the dharma ditched pawns
Long live on

White rabbit, black rabbit,
the factor, is death
Ding dong Dominus
The king is dead
Long live the king

And the white knight is talking backwards
And the white rabbit walks on
till the white runs off

slipping on this ground..

who once was found
but now, is lost...

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