Life's tides can be either a good or bad ride. Good if you coincide take it in stride,

Bad if you have to much pride or try to hide, you'll be in for a rough ride.

Just glide never collide or ride cockeyed for many have found themselves

By the wayside, a lot have even died when they backslide while trying to ride life's tides.

Now if many a tear you have cried its because life's tides can misguide, come disguise as a joyride.

To bring about foolish pride which will leave you mortified.

But there's an upside. You don't need to abide if you learn to glide

You'll stop being denied become purified, able to see things from the inside.

Which will make you Bona Fide.

Have you ever been stuck like Chuck in the muck?

Feeling like a sitting duck always getting plucked, can never hold on to a buck.

You look at other people you're awestruck.

They look at you and see a schmuck.

You start thinking, bad luck is why my life's running amuck.

Until you look in the mirror, it's not luck I just ****.

Then you look at your life and want to upchuck.

Well, when you are tired of saying yuck and waiting on good luck.

Then it's time to look up, get off your duff and truck cause there's no such thing as luck.

There's A Reason For The Seasons.

We stumble through life, we play it cheap thinking life's a game, life's for keeps.

So we slip, we slide,we peep, we creep, a mountain of problems on our shoulders we heep.

Because whatever we sow we shall also Reap

However, for financial gain into hell we'll leap, the injustice under the rug we sweep while being lead to the slaughter like blind sheep.

Life's not a bleep Whatever we sow we shall also REAP.

Now life is wonderful, life is deep so never ever play it cheap. Living life right the road is steep and often times you will weep.

Still, we must fight the good fight and not end up in the scrap heap. Even after we sleep, what we have sown here, in the after life.

We Shall Reap.

She walked around in faded jeans, looking like Halloween.

She was obscene would act real mean, was only in her teen's, it was all a smokescreen.

Til one day she was creating a scene, someone intervened and let her know

she didn't have to be obscene nor demean because she's a true Queen.

Now she's in Magazines and on The Big Screen.

Everything be it good or bad in life has a price. Now if you want your slice take some advice.

Think twice about rolling the dice. Although it could come out nice or it may suffice

But oft times you get caught in the grip of a vice and It's far to over priced.

So be wise in what you devise because you may have to revise or compromise.

Whatever the guise, keep your eyes on the prize. For the unexpected has excised many a device thought up by men and mice.

So be precise, not enticed, if you are lured into a fool's paradise you'll be Paying far too high a price.

To be old doesn't mean out in the cold cause you have greatly slowed and can easily be controlled

Or becoming enclosed people trying to remold by gaining a foothold.

That's an absolute no. Because to be old is to behold countless stories untold so they need to be consoled and never try to remold, that's just plane being an *****.

Yes, the old need to be bestowed for great wisdom can be foretold and it will come back tenfold.

So when you are with the old, don't scold, don't explode and never try to control because it will come back twofold when you grow OLD.

What is my name? In many lives I reign and countless lives I have drained even though they try to abstain, I can be a hell of a strain, What is my name?

People will rise me very high, even the richest try to justify by putting me on a pedestal knowing I'm the biggest lie. Who am I ? Can you exclaim my name.

I'm called fame because by any means I'm attained and for that reason I'm also called a low down ***** shame.

For lives I do disrupt and I can be quite abrupt, so I'm labeled Corrupt. Now when you attempt to succeed I will send people with speed just to impede. So I'm called Greed.

As well as mistrust, making countless relationships go bust. I make you covet each other's soul mates, I'm called Lust.

You see, I will work for you like a Jinn, make your wishes come true then bring you to an abrupt end because I'm not your friend, I'm simply here to do you in.

Only The Holy Bible calls me by my true name. Now what is my name???
S.I.N.