Its Life Poem by James Darwin Smith II

Simulate the game
Or turn it off
The choice is there
Life to be burdened
Towards those evolved
Beyond the Stone Age doctrine
Throwing against
Those trying to evolve past humankind


The judgement of character
Upon the pecking order of life
Such a vane ill thing
Sliced and diced
By the hands of vanity's spite
Righteousness' cold blade
Blooded malice
Icy belligerent stares
That cut into soul
Used like a
Crimson emotional knife
Melded Stoic
Descending out of dark clouds
Hovering under the terra firma skies


Still amongst the living
Nowhere to go
Destinations only explored
Deep within the imagination
Of a wasted mind
Vanquished so far behind


Refute the cause
Cry empty tears
Choke down the pain
Everything will seem wrong
But all right


Who do you think I am?
I yearn to dream
Traveling endless miles
While being stuck within


Everything is a nuance
To a perspective
Showing pictures to the blind
While not listing to what
Could have been left behind




oh well
Ho- hum

It's Life