The GaMe…by MwsR

Why do we think there is always time?

What is it that makes us think we are free from death or separation?

It is a constant mind game that we allow ourselves to play.

The object is denial and the rules have not been written.

Each one of us can individually create a falsehood for ourselves.

By not choosing to be a realist, we become avoiders.

We avoid thinking about the truth because frankly, the truth scares people.

It is a self-created “bubble” we live in.

Choices are for players in this game.

It is ourselves, that determines which things we choose to believe,

It is the lies that we tell ourselves that inevitably lead to our capture.

With no real winners, all are players.

Each thing we bring to the game has its own place and purpose.

We can play the hand of “luck” or we can make sure to strategically place our heart, our mind, and soul somewhere.

It is a game that can last forever, well until the game is finally played out from continuous attentions and efforts.

Self-worth and self-love are key instigators as to who will lead or who will fall behind.

If we are lucky enough along the way there will be other players that for a lack of clues, will inadvertently hand us the chance to pass by them.

On and on till fate steps in or we can’t play any longer.

If you have no conscience you will more than likely gather your abundance of highlights and prizes throughout, in the game, aka life.

But if you have a conscience, that is kept at your side, you will often struggle wanting the ultimate prize or by trying to take the lead.

Which one will you choose, which game player are you?

Inside Something Changes, by MwsR

What used to be, is no more

There is nothing that can give back, what was lost

I feel as if the coldness, has permeated a lot.

No heroic saving is heading my way

Things that were placed in my path are poignant and often, I am afraid

Was this the comeuppance for my love? Do I hold the actual heart grenade?

I see others with circumstances, as such is my own

They often wander about in frantic motion and sometimes head back, home

I wonder how they cope, how they make it, being back there, again

Is this possible for myself, to do the same?

Am I the only one playing in this stupid game?

Did I, in my own infinite wisdom of pain,

Arrange a game

One I play alone, one that has no meaning

Or are the real players the ones who are deceiving?

Twisted up in thoughts of what might had been

It keeps me replaying this, over and over again.

Like I would ever have any willpower at all

To quit being in this sort of game where one only falls.

Even if I was the one who created it,

I cannot understand nor see a way to quit.

If I am merely a pawn in this game, shame on the players for treating me like a nit wit.

Win or loose I must make sense of it all

Before time actually runs out, y’ all.

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Question and Answer

Answer from last Question…

A rooster laid an egg on top of the barn roof. Which way did it roll? –

It didn’t. Roosters can’t lay eggs.


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What’s a foot long and slippery?

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    LAST WEEKS QUESTION AND ANSWER>>>

    A cowboy rode into town on Friday. He stayed in town for three days and rode out on Friday. How is that possible?

    Friday was the name of his horse.


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    A rooster laid an egg on top of the barn roof. Which way did it roll? –

    MwsR Writings~

    …the Game
    By MwsR

    Why do we think there is always time?
    What is it that makes us think we are free from death or separation?
    It is a constant mind game that we allow ourselves to play.
    The object is denial and the rules are not written.

    Each one of us are individually creating a falsehood for ourselves.
    By not choosing to be a realist, we become avoiders.
    We avoid thinking the truth because frankly, the truth scares people.
    It is a self created “bubble” we live within.

    Choices are for players in our game.
    It is us who determine which things we will choose to believe,
    It is the lies that we tell ourselves that will inevitably lead to our capture.
    There are no real winners, only players.

    Each thing we bring to the game has it’s own place and purpose.
    We can play the hand of “luck” or we can make sure to strategically place our heart somewhere, or our mind and soul.
    It is a game that lasts forever, well until the game is destroyed from continuous play and action.

    Self-worth and self-love are key instigators as to who will take the lead or who will fall behind.
    If we are lucky enough along the way there will be other players that for lack of a clue, will inadvertently hand us the chance to surpass them.
    On and on till either fate steps in or we can’t play any longer.

    If you have no conscience you will more than likely gather your share of highlights or prizes through out, in the game. Only temporary they are though.
    But if you have a conscience, that you keep at your side, you will struggle with the ultimate prize or in taking the lead.
    Which one will you choose, which game player are you?