Port slipped between his lips and played among his tastebuds
Out of a mere cask of oak and grapes came such complexity and contrast
Starboard tasted of sunkissed raspberries while the left side of his tongue sampled chocolate
Home might be where the love is, but for him, he wished to reside in this moment
Deep brooding was always expected of him
And the propensity to wear many different colors, as long as they were black
Really that was a lie. Only one black would do, absolute pitch black
Keeping things sleek, simple, and sophisticated
See, your typical evil-doer was supposed to be better at life than the hero
It made for a more compelling story when the hero used their scrappiness to win the day
Didn’t feel right, though, to have all the gifts just to get one-upped by a barely house-trained puppy
Evil must have its flaw, and he knew his intimately. That’s why he had placed a small fortune bet on the “hero”.
Been promised that everything would be fine
Except that was never going to be true
That shouldn’t have surprised her
Rachel had grown up on the wrong side of the tracks
And no one there was ever able to keep their word, even if they tried
Yet this one hurt more than all the rest put together
Everett said he would always be there to hold her, to help make things right
Death had conveniently gotten him out of that, the bastard. She spit on his grave.
Quitting the task had never crossed his mind
Unless you counted when he woke up, most of the time during the day, and just before sleeping
Every moment he thought about stopping he somehow found the will to finish it
So when that music in his head announced he was finally done, he let out a sigh of relief
That was short-lived since he realized all he had been doing was just a side…
Putting the focused energy of emotion into the “thing”
And feeling like even if it doesn’t work, well you are still one step closer
Such that you recognize that the wall exists
So you can dig under it, climb over it, blow it up, make a tunnel through
If you don’t have that focus, that wall hurts to run into
Once, twice you will run into it and then wander off because it is too much
Never finding out what is on the other side
She smelled easy money in the air
Everyone was all beer, pizza, and Buffalo winged out.
Now she felt it was time for her to execute her plan while they were in the drunken gluttony afterglow
So fellas, listen up. What do you say we have a little side wager on the game?
Everyone agreed. Two hours later she was seen five hundred dollars richer
Digits scattered around in a ritualistic circle
It spun and clicked as it began its spell
And soon there were disembodied voices talking from the other side
Listen close and you might hear grandma
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Born to teeter-totter through life
Always trying to find equilibrium
Longing to stay in the center
And yet we usually over compensate
Now we smash side to side farther and farther as we get older
Considering it a right of passage imparting some magical wisdom and yet
Eventually we all fall down
The path through the trees split around one prominent trunk
Reaching that point, I paused and thought which side should I take
At a quick glance both seemed pretty well traveled
It left me a bit sad since I wanted to follow Frost’s advice
Leaving me but one choice. I climbed the tree and my perspective was never the same again.
Debating merits is a noble cause
If done in good faith, listening to other’s argument
Verifying your stance is what you want to defend
Instead, today we prefer to find our tribe, our island
Denying that the other side might have something to add
Enabling the feedback to build walls that opposing views can not scale
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