Chance (A satire) By Vaughn Dante
All Is Lost
The compelling young noble, Chance, sits at his table waiting to be served. The maidservant enters with a complex array of vegetables, fruits and meats previously exposed to be his desires for the day.
Ive made you your favorite! she excitedly exclaims, referring to grapes and bread, attempting to receive ego gratification in his thanks.
Merry thanks states our young noble, while gorging himself about the maidservants limitless preparations.
The maidservant sinks back into the kitchen, not seen again for quite some time.
Finishing with
To Cheyenne, my dog. by T-h-e-J-o-k-e-r, literature
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To Cheyenne, my dog.
I look in your eyes
Sister
And trust me I see
Your pain and misery
I see on your countenance
The frightened expression
Due to your fear
Of your own misunderstanding
But what should be your only fear
Is fear itself, My Dear
Its just an emotion
That comes to pass like the rest
Sister sister
Just like pointless fears come and go
So does this storm youre fearing so
Calm down, relax
Ill hold you close
Ill let you know youre safe in my lap
In a past time
This man was
Denied the right to die
With imperishable tubes
Enveloping his body
He tried with all his heart-
Frantically-
This man fought to lose
But to no avail
---
In the present time
This man is
Denied the right to die
He fights and fights
And cannot win
The right to die
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Maybe in a future time
This man will earn
What he deserves
But as of now
And as far as I can see
The man will see
Much more pain and suffering
Her black wings
creating shadows
over the already
darkest night ever
seen before.
Her singing so
atrociously, sadly true
its admired by all those who hear it.
Her beloved yet hated presence healing all those harmed by her previously.
Yet her soothing touch
tenderly poisons all those
around her as of now.
Her disgrace is beloved
by those now considered
insane and living in the asylums happily.
Insanity for her is the sweetest pleasure ever felt by the ill-minded.
The leaf glides from the tree
On to the beloved dogs body
The boy sees his best friend unmoving
He's hit traumatically
The boys father buries the beloved dog in the backyard
And the leaf sticks to his shoe, he walks into his sons room
The leaf slides under the young boys bed
The leaf stays within
Night after night, to sleep with him.
Passion is a fox,
And love is it's prey,
I hope the fox eats tonight,
A meal to (ful)fill himself forever and more.
Hunt fox! With all your might!
This is what you live for!
No ill will
As oft as that I face, every, it seems, day
Shall send me to depths, of a love lost
I am a disgrace
But not such though
That I give away a hidden emotion well placed.
She's my love, my heart, my soul
She's the one with whom I want to grow old
She's the one I care for and cherish,
She turns me into a little boy, Kiddish
She has my worry and has my happiness
Her pain is her prowess, yet
her misery afore that.
A paradox, but she must live with it.
She's is the sweet fruit of her mother's dead tree
How can this be? I've always wondered, and can only reach one conclusion
She's an angel, with misery and love both in unison
Horrible things tend to happen to wonderful people
Maybe that's why they never turn evil
When I look at the clouds, I always tend to see her face
Because maybe the clouds were h
In my heart there lies by T-h-e-J-o-k-e-r, literature
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In my heart there lies
In my heart there lies,
A powerful force that is you,
Shining through in all you do,
But youre blind to your own shine-
So let those who truly see you for you
See for you.
At the end of the day by T-h-e-J-o-k-e-r, literature
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At the end of the day
During the storm, still so calm
Even if those who lie in you lie to you, youre still candid to
Even if in attack, youre still a harbor
Even in doubt, still so sure
Open to the word, though already wise
In the dark, still enlightened
When in pain, still you heal
Though up brought not, still upbringing
At the end of the day, still so young
His arrow will not ever hit my heart.
It's simply not there.
His arrow will never pierce my chest.
Because that shot would be wasted.
He'll never hit me, simply,
Because you see...
She already took my heart from me.
Drown into gorgeous lies
Adhere to your miserable state in life
Dead to your real friends
Youll never ferment
Never hold worth
Miserable, you
Swim in delirium
Happy but depressed is
Not quite the life
Youd want to live
Distinctly, pleasure
Bereft of you
What do you have?
So much to live for,
So much to die for.
Gleaming swords in the midday sun
Cutting, stabbing almost everyone
And yet people glorify these horrendous acts
Of violence so disgusting and sad
Triggering only more hate for the enemy
As the soldier sees his brother falling
Its a cycle not halted, and only provoked to spin faster
All soldiers, citizens, the dead, are just pawns to the Master
To the cruel and unsatisfied Lord Ares
who only offers glories
never seen nor held, mind you,
and settlements and conclusions,
never seen nor held, mind you,
at the cost of peoples lives that which
they only hold one of
Wrote this long ago... by T-h-e-J-o-k-e-r, literature
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Wrote this long ago...
Do you know,
You above all, especially,
Are very dear to me?
Whenever you speak
I feel my heart beat quicken
Or stop, depending on the topic
And I feel exuberant ecstasies
If I was no atheist
Id consider you an angel
But, hell with it
You are, Rachel
With you I wish to fly
Even at the end of the ride, were I to die
It would be worth every second of it
Sweet berries, ready for two
May I share mine with you?
We are one, yet we are two
so were never bored,
me or you
Your thoughts, your two cents, always are a welcomed pleasure
you fascinate me beyond measures
My heart soars for you and your being
I love you, youre my ev
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Stuck with ourselves
Troublesome dreams
In timeless nights
My mournful sorrows
Never set right
Fearful worry
Creeping in
To sleep with you
From now till the end
Mundial acquaintances
Lying and deceiving
Pretending to be family
To whom I can trust and let
My secrets roam free
Jurisdictions and salutations
As well as irrational accusations
From and
By myself
At me
I lie in wake
And in sleep
Never moving
Cause theres nothing
In this life to partake -
In, that will set me free
Bound by chains eternally
I have cast myself away
A prisoner of my
Own willing war
With myself