More Life & As Good As

More Life

It is not an easy thing, to meet one's maker.
But I come to you in supplication.
I have earned more life!
I have done questionable things, certainly.
But such extraordinary accomplishments!
Overturn your decision.
You encoded my soul with a limited shell.
A vessel that fades before I am done.
To hell with that!
As for hell, I am not ready for that journey,
And saving your presence, heaven is heedless.
I must entreat you.
...
Your benevolent denial ill becomes you.
There must be a reckoning...for your betrayal.
A Judas as God?
You consign me to end? So be it!
But you will pave my way.
Does God have a heaven waiting?
You gave me life, and I will take yours for that torture.


As Good As

A population of Methuselahs.
Old souls in painted, aging shells.
Scrabbling against debilitation.

Loose tongue, swift hand, quick wit.
I think, therefore I am -
So is a quick mind -more-?

A slow mind is less,
Yet lasts just as long.
An ignorant life, equal.

You're only as good as your opponents.
After all - a friend won't inspire,
The instinct of self-preservation.

This life is not a game of chess.
The pawns can band together,
And overthrow their king.