L - I - F - E

L . I . F . E (Live Indelibly For Eternity) Life a guessing game To the game player, Mischief to the hater, Foreknown script To the game changer, A bed filled with roses Enumerated by the silver-spooned But dark, bleak and horrible To the beaten and battered Because you fall down the ugly life tree Hitting every ugly branch on your way down, And so to the naïve It is a puzzled piece. Live your life to chance And you stand no chance Nothing is more valuable Than insight in life's voyage, Our canvases are congested, From our childhood innocence With painting and hating, Broken hedges and images, With letters and fetters, With stains and pains; Life's a make-up store, go to your section. If I were two-faced Would I be wearing this one? No hard feelings on a hard face, Life is hard enough But we are tough enough, Zeal not cast off, Our conscience we will sell not. No matter your account, Your Porsche and mansion, Your fame and royal name Our grave is still the same, In the same hole lay our body tamed But caged the spirit of the crushed soul Irrespective of the life you use to know Eons of unrelenting pain Yet a cold cool comforting For the eternal living dead, Drinking from the cup we deserve, Our life's in preserve, This right He reserve By the One we serve. VickWizzy Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP} Copyright©2015.