Life's Game

the first poem of my bloody pen poems

 

I go to war

With my pen in hand

I’ve been sent on a mission

To protect and defend

 

I have no side

Quite undecided

Never conceded

But always worth fighting

 

I love the sport

The blood lust

Falls heavy on the page

As it all has a place

Left for me to rearrange

 

Turmoil ensues

And the outcome is my choice

Rewrite history

Lie, and cheat and deceive

Or stay true

To what the voices tell me to do

 

I hear the screams

The strength and the pain

Vibrates in the ink

Leaves a bloody stain

 

Struggles untold

Secrets to behold

The warrior stands

To fight for another day

 

One last day 

 

One stroke of the pen

A slash of the blade

Her fate is decided

By my feelings

In this game

 

She is a pawn

But quite extraordinary

A quiet faun

Far from ordinary

And it comes, to great acclaim

That I care

What happens to this one

 

So she lives

One my land

Speak one word

And she’s dead

 

I do not make the rules

I am a piece to the puzzle

Akin to any other

Sent for one purpose

 

A messenger of the mastermind

Not gentle, or benign

Simply evil, cruel and wicked

Clever and unkind

 

Pluck and apple from the tree

And see what you get

There is a punishment for every quibble

Though not always fairly met

 

Life is short

Strength is shorter

Courage is longer

Empathy lasts forever

 

Do what you will

There is no one to blame

Cradle your head

And fade away

 

Or take a risk

Make a change

 

Live for one last day

 

Author's Note

2/20/09