I usually write a poem before the title.
Like a book full of stories before they named it “The Bible”.

Phase 1:
I wrote my name and didn’t consider it as a gamble.
One out of many as my identity scrambles.
It’s a possibility that we met just on different channels.
All game shows are the same just different panels

Phase 2:
Let’s meet and greet, then after enjoy my defeat.
I’ll laugh on the inside trying to keep it discreet.
Then again, I could be the loser.
I tend to always jinx my own future.
No smile on my face, I don’t see the humor.
Lost in the game and laughed by the viewers
No money in my pockets, just more for the producers.
Good Game I guess!

Phase 3:
Am I a living contestant gambling with my life?
Out to find a better version of me trying to survive.
Money spent with confidence and carrying my pride.
I play to win, aware of consequence, yet I’m still staying alive.

Drowning in my pain full of sorrow.
Take a few pills there’s no tomorrow.
The hurt will go bye-bye.
I won’t reach the heavens no matter how high.
Suffering from dehydration due to my cries.
Vision is getting blurry through my eyes.
I worry no more as I sigh.
Tired days....always.
Like paint peeling on these hallways.
I want to be renewed and refresh.
I don’t want to intrude, excuse as I express
New life, Next lesson, Game show contestant.
Play to win over the percentage we lose.
The sacrifices we choose
Is life just a game?

Let’s recognize the real from the fake.
Before we take the real for the fake and make a real mistake.
We live life the way we were taught through school but are we awake.
Sometimes we hope for a better reality, our dreams could be a reality we once lived.
For my past dreams has come true.
Felt like I lived that moment before I lean towards the term Deja Vu.
What if we are smarter than we actually pursue to believe?
The scientist of the land says we only us a small percentage of our brain, man made theory.
They also believe we all evolved; evolution through apes and we adapt.
We changed form as we transformed but they deformed our minds to contain us.
To think we’re nothing but animals because of some studied similarities.
Knowledge is power but we listen instead of read and understand.
Our brains can’t grow if we accept to be caged in on demand.
My evolution started in Africa, ancestor brought over to build this land, we own no parts of.
Like death, bodies in the dirt, those memories disintegrate piece by piece.
Until we’re just labeled as a person like the rest and we live life until we rest forever caged.

All my poems be about romance and stuff.
I never jumped over the edge took a chance on stuff.
But I may have peaked and glanced at stuff.
I may have needs like financing stuff.
I’m trying to gain profit on monopoly.
Not talking board game, not it obviously.
My reality is stuck on apologies.
Sorry, Forgiveness, Excuses, Yeah I abused it.
If the words are free then I won’t refuse to use it.
I’m not advertising but that symbol said, “Just Do It”
So I’m going to do it and try to get it done.
Pray for a brother my sister nun.
God is the father, I’m just his son.
Raised by the church but not from birth.
We’re all born of sin, God lift this curse.
We all want to win, Quench this thirst.

Walk with me down memory lane.
Talk with me when I call your name.
I know you see me, I know you’re there.
You noticed me, so I guess you still care.
As I grab your attention, I hope you have time to spare.
Why wouldn’t you?
Then again you do have a lot on your plate.
Maybe me contacting you is a mistake.
My past still haunts me so I’m awake.
Writing to you now even when it’s late.