[Kaisu]

So, yeah, in order to ease my boredome and feelings of lethargy in terms of board activity, I htink I'll start a poetry thread for myself here. I'll post one poem a week. I'm hoping to get the best of them published later this year. Some honest feedback would be great, as well as comments as to which ones you think are publish-worthy. Ok, so here goes this week's, with proper preface included:

This poem basically talks about the irony of how luck works: those who want luck, never find it. Those who don't want it, always get plenty of it. The inspiration for it comes from my memories of a series of unsuccessul suicide attempts a few years back.



Nature of Luck



Boom.
Boom.
Click…
…
silence...

Third time’s a charm, it would seem,
assuming one is not, however,
attempting to be something
other than lucky.

Luck would be
beholden unto those
who wish for nothing more than Logic,
and Truth beholden unto those
who pray for Luck.

Luck is a traitor
against its supporting constituency;
leaving them behind
in preference for new minds
and fresh souls.

In such a way,
Luck is an Evangelist,
Sweaty
and smiling its toothy grin,
out to convert the unwilling,
leaving the willing to fend
for their own selves.

Consider those bastard
sons and daughters,
leading themselves to the slaughter:
playing games of guns
in hopes to see a barrel
toward their eyes,
a roaring report
in their bleeding ears.


Left with
a hollow head
to match
a hollow chest.
These are the dreams
of the “lucky ones”.

The unlucky
wish only for contentment,
satisfaction of a wordly kind.
The lucky
wish for contentment of an
eternal kind;
the warm embrace of
the blanket of death.

There is no satisfaction for any,
whether Life
or Death
being wished upon for.
If no satisfaction,
if no contentment,
if no wish granted,
then Luck for no one.

Luck covers deaf ears
and keens out
in resentment against those
who refuse to cease praying.
It is the silent ones who are favored by Luck,
The patient who are always Touched.

It is those who know not their wait
who do wait the least
for that which all others
covet in vain.

Be observant and take heed
of the nature of Luck:
if wishing for Luck, stifle your prayers
and toss away all strands of Hope,
for only then
will Luck cover you
in an embrace, warm
like that of Death’s.

Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
Silence.
Lucky silence.