Check Mates

What bore this game we play!
You move, I move,
You stay, I stay;
And thus we always pass the day.

Together now we bolt about,
Diagonal, straight,
Or side to side;
The world before us Black and White.

I look at you,
You look at me,
And neither one does truly see,
What bore this game we play.

'Check you say?'
'Not mate' say I.
And someday soon we both shall sigh.
Until that happy faithful day…
Let’s watch the Queen,
Take down the Rook!
Behold, the Pawn
Undo the Queen!
-Life is slow but not serene-
The Bishop falls before the Knight
The night must end, and all alight.

We are two Kings,
Yes you and I,
We're face to face…
And eye to eye!
We chase each other,
Round and round
We're Black and White,
And wearing crowns.

But the game is done.
-And was it fun?-
I clear my throat
And brush my coat.
(We stare at all the pieces strewn
The morning sky still holds the moon!
Captive he and captive we!
The ghost of tedium hangs between.)

You say 'It's time.'
You say 'Good-bye.'
"But what these rules we play life by!?!
Who bore this game?
Was it You? or I?!"
You say 'It's Time.'

-------------------------------------------

Ingsoc

Imagine, if we could, communicate!
In one big burst of brain all thought transfer.
Would it be pain or pleasure, or a sin?
Would we then save ourselves for special ones?
In hopes that we connect and let them in,
But to be disappointed and found out,
Oufigured and entirely understood;
All mystery relinquished, all prayers revealed!
Would people who knew hearts be kind enough
To act as if they know not how we feel?
If so, it'd all be just the same as now:
Already we know what we want and how.
Imagine, what if there were more to us
Than 'polite meaningless words', and a 'terrible beauty.'