The Risen Bet

Fragment III — The Risen Bet

A Poetry Collection by layth: Fragment Archive

Poetic Fragment:

Welcome to the game.

The game is gambling, gum in the mouth,

a sniff with noise,

a view without a world.

Hesitate ,dance like a flamingo.

They said on your way you find a beast.

Are you afraid?

They bet only with paper;

I claim a bet a risen one,

a hidden joke.

I bet on myself only.

Am I here?

In your mind, floating spaces, linear edges.

I propose to the void a soul wept with smoke.

In your head, try to revolt your rhythm,

give a sense of meaning.

I don’t rarely use this metaphor for play,

nor do I increase the way of loving or hatred.

Feel the way of surviving.

Are you still there?

I don’t like your shadow it has disappeared.

Are you a devil?

Not yet.

You’re just a creature,a failure one,

an inferior one.

I’m kidding — who could point to you,

or name you as a failure?

We’re just a threat to the innovational way of your thinking.

The more the code, the bars…

A glass of whiskey redeems your deeds good one, creator.

Shall we dance?

What else?

I’ve been cursed , you will never know.

Isn’t a show, a scenario,

paparazzi hitting the door.

Who knocked on the gate?

The ancestor of the souls,

poison words across the heart.

The kind breaks your heart,

floating pieces in your eyes.

What a weary mind shall do a dance, Rumi’s way,

to express disappointment

on the edge of a third eye.

You can’t take back what wasn’t yours.

A bird sings the same old song,

which a romantic surreal once

on your drum-ears.

I bow and nod my head to the horizon,

sick of the death I played with him, hide and seek.

A glass of sake,

Sasaki Kojūrō whoever wields a sword

dies with a blow,

a tiny leaf.