Lost two games of Chess earlier. My excuse (because I always have one)
is I was distracted and blundered. I was 2-3 moves away from locking
mate against someone rated +2000 when I misfired a piece in the wrong
direction causing an avalanche of
dominoes in a downward spiral towards defeat. It reminds me of when I
was a young man (15 years younger than I am now) I use to play against
my Uncle. Playing against him is what brought my game to the level it's
at today. One day the board just took on a new dimension & I saw the
64 squares in their entirety. The Queen winked at me, the Knight
neighed, the Bishop tipped his hat and it was all systems go from that point on.
Well during one match I made a mistake and I said to my Uncle ,"Ah man I
made a mistake. You win." My Uncle looked at me and said (I will never
forget his words) "If nobody ever blundered, nobody would ever lose."
Was an awesome revelation not only on the Chessboard but also in Life.
Would be a gift & a curse of knowledge though because now all
performances could be measured by the amount of mistakes you made. And
any loses due to those mistakes could eat at your psyche like a ravenous
bear at a christian summer camp picnic. So thanks Uncle for instilling
the notion that you must be Perfect to Win! (at the highest levels
sometimes you do....) It has given me a tyrannical view of gamesmanship
that I use to this day. = r.i.p. Unc - u were the man...
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Fight the Good Fight
==== Can you arise from the deepest, darkest depths. Can you conquer the Demons that have held you back, yet taught you the Full Circle. Now you understand the Darkness. Can you understand the Light? Will you soar like a Phoenix from the Ashes? Or will you join the Unnamed One in a Kingdom of Unforgiving Sorrow. A Chosen few have been selected to help guide you. Will you heed their sage Advice? Or Troop Alone like a Madman in the Jungle, until only You & "God" stand before each other. A "Rock & RoLL Poet", few really know it. Sometimes acting without rhyme, logic or reason. Sometimes thinking so many moves ahead I confuse myself. A Enigmatic case of Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde. A Conundrum of a Paradox on the center square of a Rubix Cube in the middle of the Chessboard. If these things have made you part of who & what you are, how do you deny the very essence of that which made you? Taking it to the Limit. But the Game we play is NO-LIMIT and it's All or Nothing. Can't stop the Funk. And to even consider slowing down is preposterous. Understands why so many of the Good die Young. Hendrix, Morrison, Cobain, Bruce, Lennon, MLK, JFK... Almost as if this realm is not equipped for an Aura of that magnitude. What's wrong? You can't handle your stuff bro? Shit. In all accumulation from this point to that, it's a Bloody Miracle you're still walking. Hunter, how they Hell did you do it? Oh wait, you blew your own head off. Christ... I'm pretty sure we'll figure this one out as well. If not, I know I got a Rockin * chair saved for me... somewhere down there... But the fight isn't over. Not this one anyways. I've lost many. In the Streets, In the Casino, In the Mind, In the Heart. But this is one fight I'm still fighting and I haven't given up or lost it yet, I'm still fighting and For Fucks Sake I'm giving it everything I've got... - Wiz
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