Tilt

If you know poker you might know this one...

Player: deal
House: dealing, ante is 20
Player: i'm in
House: bets? opening is 50
Player: funny how we gamble like that, over and over again.
House: the house bets the pot
Player: call it, raise it, i have been lucky tonight, might as well.
House: You have had a streak sir, just hope you don't tilt.
Player: excuse me? Tell me you didn't say that!

And thats how it starts, you hit the big time, you win and win and win. And then bam, one hand and your luck turns you lose it all. Thats called a tilt, happens all the time and you might not even know it yet. It happens to the best of us, our lives continue on going just fine...and then tilt....you figure the rest out.

Encore

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more...

Like a shadow, looking like a human, but nothing but the light or lack there of. Like a shimmer of light in a puddle, there and then gone. Magnificent but brief. Giving a person hope of knowing, owning, being a part of. But again nothing but the tricks of the light and mind. You are so much like that it is scary. Scary to know that you are so like the angel that you appear to be, so different from me all the while giving me hope to be with you, to be part of you, be something to you...but to you? A shadow, some light, something like when you glance into a mirror and think you see something. I am not even in that dimension, that universe. To you i am that face in the crowd that keeps coming back. That unwanted attention that awes at your every move. The same look a person gives to a actor on the stage, the big movie star. So a question to you few people who read this, who is the actor? Who is the poor player who struts and frets their hour upon the stage, and then is heard again no more? Me? Or the one love that is replaced when i am?

Insanity

Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results....

Then why do we do the crazy things we do? And more importantly, does trying mean I'm crazy? I would like to think no, but the more i look at it, the more i am compelled to think that maybe just maybe i am...maybe the things i do are insane. I have heard the saying that hope is just the denial of reality, i don't want it too be, but the more i hope, the more i try...the worse i fall. And the funny thing is i keep getting up, so whats the crazy part, me hitting the floor as par usual, or me getting up?