Black’s Move
I apply mental floss on the doctors orders
Meditate to get away from the darkest corners
I blocked these borders, a smile breaks onto my tired gaze
While I smoke, I hope happiness aint an acquired taste
Cuz it stands dire and fake, I wanna break my ceramic attired face
Smash this saran-wrapped porcelain shell
Before I’m scorching in hell, I’m forced to rebel
As I take a white, but lose a soldier as well
Sing a venomous lullaby to my lil girl - aged one
And collapse in a slump
-beside my prisoners-
White’s Move
Screaming from her crib, my baby awakens
As I gaze merrily vacant - complacent
Patient with life, take it one-pace-at-a-time
Newly bloomed buds are greatly sublime
I smile….and just lay back and kick it
Play badminton, black jack and cricket
Friday - Saturday - Sunday - days of the lord
Where the face of the board, is outcast
Like the ways of the sword
The pawns move forward
Kings and Queens step aside
And on one of these days, even the bishops survive
------there goes another black------
Sliced from the knife of the knight
The whites are ahead, blacks are behind
But continue to fight, their loss at the back of their mind
The piece might be dead, but it’s tracks are unsigned
Black’s Move
I study my target, feeling so bloody lethargic
Back at work, and trying my hardest to start it
Monday has released it’s venom, sunk it’s teeth
squeezed out every inch of belief
And replaced it with grief
---------------There goes a white------------
Knocked off the square, onto the pile of the fallen
I’m down-trodden, as I light up this pollen
Crowds flow, like locusts to the most impressive bargain
Youths talk nonsense, in their senseless jargon
Blacks Pieces crowd my mind, return of the king
Here to take his throne, murder the spring
A diagonal move, there’s a pawn at his feet
Fumes invade my lungs, in a world of elites
Us common folk, are like murdering cheats
How did I get here? In this circumstance?
In the eyes of the system, we’re like worker ants
--------but the White Queen is still to move----------
White’s Move
Drifting silently, hopping over bishops and knights
The queen moves with ambition and might
1-2-3-4-5, yes five black pieces, added to the pile
Ticked off in my brain, registered with my smile
Pawns, rooks, and bishops alike - stand tall in their plight
The fallen of white, has begun stalling tonight
Blacks are outnumbered, soldiers wounded or dead
As my wife, climbs quietly into my bed
I look to the ceiling with a warm place in my heart
For tomorrow there is a new game, just waiting to start
Checkmate