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At Games End

Updated on February 16, 2013
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At Games End

By Tony DeLorger © 2013


When all that remains is truth,

what then shall we cling to, with all delusions gone,

when confronted with irrefutable proof,

that we all construct perspectives to placate our driven egos.


When all pretence is revealed,

the shallow crust of illusion removed,

who are we to keep the lie, to maintain innocence,

when light reaches all corners of a reticent soul.


When the game ends there is no explanation,

no rhetoric that can sway a truth exposed,

and shame, like a river bursting its banks,

floods the consciousness and we are beaten.


When the game ends there is but one response,

to admit our ignorance and abide by reality,

in the acceptance of our refusal to see beyond ourselves,

and bare what truly lives within us, no matter what.


The question remains, can we rise above ourselves,

to relinquish the shell and admit vulnerability,

admit that fault is an integral part of learning,

and the heart is the measure of a soul.


In the stillness of introspection,

we may address our inner self and all its foibles,

recognising the accumulation of life's path,

in all we think and how we see reality and delusion.



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      Tony DeLorger 4 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia

      So true Moesky. Thanks for taking the time to comment.

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      Tony DeLorger 4 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia

      Thanks for dropping by Au fait. Glad you connected.

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      Tony DeLorger 4 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia

      Thanks Anish, much appreciated.

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      Anish Patel 4 years ago

      Reality is a superstition that betrays the soul, we adimire what we can inn vision in our hopes of fray... good people are everywhere but we desire what is dim, I like the line of the lifes beaten path is so true,

      Tony this is important message in Christ

      Love Anish "randomness" Patel

      aka B.B. (I am a celebrity o.k.)

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      C E Clark 4 years ago from North Texas

      Excellent poem and very introspective. Voted up.

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      Moesky 4 years ago

      A simple message beautifully put. Understanding and practising it, "...to relinquish the shell and admit vulnerability...", that's what frightens most people. Such a shame, because it's there that one finds one's greatest strength.

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