A grim outlook on life


(a creative venture on the sombre)

Life

is …

 

We dress life while

it lives in pristine epigrams:

we’ll etch it when it leaves

as sober epitaphs.

 

Life’s Good —

depends on what

part we suck, you suck.

Another man will tell you:

The hard core

is aching sweetness …

Life is not

fair. What is?

Death.

Death is fear.

 

Life is not fair. What is? Death. Death is fear. Death is looming. Death is life. Life Is short.
Life is not fair. What is? Death. Death is fear. Death is looming. Death is life. Life Is short.

 

Death is looming.

Death is life. Life

Is short.

 

Life is sad, for

the person that lives

alone, that leaves …

alone.

 

He is a sad,

sad, man.

 

Life is not beautiful

when death is beautiful

while you are still young

and living. Death, death is.

 

Death is not God? Is

it? If he dies eventually,

it is not God — is it? If

that man dies, it is not God?

No, it is that ill god

Death — permitted or sent

by God.

 

If he dies eventually, it

is not him, is he? If he

stiffles the light of life

out of himself, it is Death,

isn’t it? It is Death,

isn’t it? No, He owns not

the light of his own life, He

should not. GOD own the life.

 

GOD … Why does GOD

allows grief, sorrows,

weaknesses, pains —

ALL? Why does He

quieten when they come?

 

1999. Where would you have

been if things had gone the way

your Enemy want, if things had gone

worse?

 

Maybe Church Cemetery.

 

What would life look like if

everything was all a bed of

roses without the thorns?

 

Probably boring …

 

Not just. All men would loathe

life, loathe themselves and

loathe God.

 

2006. Where would you have

been if God did not love you dearly

and begins rescuing you from setbacks?

 

Would have been 6 years in

Memoriam …

 

2012. Where would you have been,

Ungrateful Son of Adam, when

favor and goodwill begins to ring

your name like a bell?

 

Would have died seven times

over in Church Cemetry and before

then and be gory skeleton by then.

 

Where, sad man, are you now?

 

Upon the earth; living,

breathing, blessed, making

progresses, having prospects…

Hopeful …

 

Where, Adam, will you be five years,

ten years, twenty years coming, if

God grants grace, enablement and life?

 

Words, words fail me… I can

only, only burst into laughter!

 

Shall we go die, now…

Sad, sad man …?

 

Life is beautiful …

 

Kayode Taiwo Olla

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