ain’t life a bitch

ain’t life a bitch

within the mind of every man

there is a vast landscape of possibilities

and i walk the lonely crowded road

seeking that elusive horizon

of completeness

men are enslaved

to the colors of their own reason

which is stolen from each other

endowed by fathers

mothers

and others

as an elixir

to fix

those things

we believe broken

has anyone spoken a truth

in the empty auditoriums

where mindless audiences applaud

because it is the proper thing to do

so they tell me

we have been cued

so do not elude the protocol

or you will surely fall they say

the days are far too short

to get anything meaningful done

once it has begun

it is filled with distraction

and the actions we purpose

fall like leaves to the forest floor

to but become the compost

that perhaps nurtures

new illusory growth

of new illusory truths

don’t we have to plant seeds

go gather some from the roadside

that have not found

fertile ground

and let us recycle them

can not i just imagine the fruit

will it fill the belly

of this beast

that eats at my soul

inside

perhaps if i just die

i will not have to vie

for your acceptance

and then you will eulogize me

with accolades of lies

surprise

i am watching you

and listening too

that’s what the God in me says

and in the end

i suffer not to defend

the ways of men

but for the ways of God

i will die

for it is only a matter of time

before their life poetry

ceases to rhyme

with the divine i think

what do you think

will this ship of reason float

or sink

ain’t life a bitch

© 15 March 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.