Labyrinth
In you go
Stare at all the snow
Do not weep
Now’s not the time
To act like a mime
Or try to fall asleep
Heavy footsteps advance
Louder than an avalanche
You need to run
This is not a place of fun!
The creature & guard
Will hit you really hard
Watch out for the Minotaur
Not sure if it’s as old as a dinosaur
Hurry now before it’s too late
There’s no moment to waste
Save yourself & later head to Corinth
Any place far away from this labyrinth.
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Then you figure it out
You start to pout
You are the guardian of the maze
This puts you in a daze
#Labyrinth ©
(25th July, 2020. Saturday)
more like a maZe
your fingers dance
through the keys,
where is the one
that leads
to happiness?,
everyone always
talked about the key
to happiness,
where is that one,
the truth is
there’s none.
'cause it takes a maze to get there,
not a door or a gate,
but a whole fricken maze
to happiness,
they say
"key"
but there’s not a key
it’s more like a way,
a whole fricken maze,
then some days you’re close
and then you run against walls
and you’re further than you though
you were,
but damn,
some days
you're not that
far away.
The Way of the Game
I sat one cloudy evening
Playing my favorite video game
With nothing but a computer
And the soft patter of rain.
A large maze full of monsters
Lay waiting deep inside
And I raised my sword in strong defence
Slashing through their hides.
Ambling through the labyrinth
I was doing fairly well
At the end there were gold riches
And the sound of victory bells.
I stretched my arms towards triumph
Ready for my prize
But everything went solid black
And my computer died.
Inequality with ease
I now recogize
the walls
which I am in
invisible, yet immovable
which way to go?
left? right? center?
if only
I had a ladder
you too, do not realize
the glass walls
in front of your face,
ancored in their place.
this fun house
does not bring pleasure
unless you have
tools of measure
some have keys:
they unlock many doors
but since you have none,
you stay poor
you ask yourself
how and why
these clandensine corrordors
are of supply
due to society, unimproved,
keepers of the keys
are all-consumed
bringing others to their knees:
inequality with ease
The Moscow airport
had a connection. tried to save some money.
don't save money. not when it sends you to the Moscow airport.
endless hallways, stretching, connecting the terminal sections. you walk around confused. worried that time is ticking. no one guides you, but god. the staff look at you with loathing. food is overpriced and can't be bought with currency. you need to pay the kossacs extra, perhaps. they know my heritage and dream of the better days of sabers and raids. oh the existential pogrom of seeing that the time is neigh, only to see the clock is not ticking.
more contradictory signs, telling you , perhaps the H wing is in the women's room. the entrances guarded by severe stormtroopers. reflecting the frost outside.
the watercoolers shined anticeptically, but the water tasted like lead poisoning.
with luck, or perhaps just as planned, the plane was delayed, and so no worries , we had time to sit by the gate and starve. we found our way, but deep inside we will be forever lost.
Labyrinth
“Look at her” they said,
To misery she was wed,
Her soul half dead,
A maze inside of her head.
Her heart of lead,
Cried not as tears she shed,
Lost in a landscape of red,
On her, despair fed.
Eyes unblinkingly read,
Her fate in the walls which said,
Wander forevermore in your head,
Until you drop dead.
What Moves the Mind
asks the voice inside
because the Will
next door I believe
has my agenda
with options
a, b, A, B...
Do you see?
thru the hedges
the path is skewed
as if it's linear
we can choose
a rhyme
or counterpoint
in time...
necessity
begs us question
Why...?
and turns us
out on a
noose
revealing
openings
these green feet
never knew
for all the fertile
weeds seemed
True
to myself
I plot on
for an aim
not quite
centered
upon...
Faith
Or is it
Fate...?
sends me
like a pinball
rolling up
and down
my sleeves...
For a task
nags and its
master
like a disconnect
must be
complete,
temporarily...
07.21.2020
Write a poem about a maze of some sort. It does not have to be a physical maze (although that is cool too!). Think outside the box. @gcowrites