pawn and gambit

2010 is a coming..
another year to go through.
another phase to manage.
i am still not concrete.
a house i have. for that i am mollified.
still searching for that elusive something.
indescribable, indefinite.

bad i am at chess
though in gambit i try.
to offer pawn or be a pawn..
to invite the hand of fate.

i tire at times
this illness
this self-induced impairment
but i still have to make go the distance
to tough it out
tho the yearning to confide
is restrained by the
fear of the feedback

i am no giant
just a lowly fern
exposed to the elements.
building up roots
finding purchase in the soil
with hopes to grow

Whither art thou, o master mine?

Hehehe... care for a few archaic insults?

Thou ruttish hell-hated canker-blossom!
Thou froward boil-brained pigeon-egg!
Thou meddling plume-plucked harpy!
Thou mangled ill-nurtured haggard!
Thou cockered dread-bolted imbossed carbunkle!
Thou spongey rump-fed eternal devil!
Thou wayward clay-brained dewberry!
Thou shameless fool-born puttock!


Some insults taken from Shakespeare's work..

If thou wilt needs marry, marry a fool; for wise men know well enough what monsters you make of them.
Taken from: Hamlet

I throw thy name against the bruising stones.
Taken from: The Two Gentlemen of Verona

[Thou] hath more hair than wit, and more faults than hairs, and more wealth than faults.
Taken from: The Two Gentlemen of Verona

A weasel hath not such a deal of spleen as you are toss'd with.
Taken from: Henry IV, part I

[Thine] face is not worth sunburning.
Taken from: Henry V

[Thou art] as loathsome as a toad.
Taken from: Troilus and Cressida

You should be women, and yet your beards forbid me to interpret that you are so.
Taken from: Macbeth

Your face is as a book, where men may read strange matters.
Taken from: Macbeth

[Thou hath] not so much brain as ear wax.
Taken from: Troilus and Cressida

[Thine] horrid image doth unfix my hair.
Taken from: Macbeth