Is life just a board-game dependent on some randomly thrown dice?
Are our lives as we see them or are we trapped like some fake mice?
Do we make our own way based on what we learn and know?
Or are we all just using time as we stumble onto "go"?
Do we ride on ladders taking paths we choose to make?
Or are we all just reaching to slide some fateful snake?
Are we just here to gather immense piles of materials and loot?
Or is that not just the most of all trivial of all pursuit?
Are we playing Ludo set on a board in which we roam?
And are all the other players just out to beat us home?
Are we but just players in an organized wordly mess?
Are we born to pawn or king on a battlefield of chess?
Perhaps you have had those times when you search for some life fix?
You roll your di as best you can but you just never roll a six?
Have you shared kind words with a friend going through life's crap?
And all the time your mind is thinking are we all just playing snap?
Is it all just winning at the ending of the day?
Or are important things the rules by which we choose to play?
Each seem on different boards as we struggle in the race.
No consistency of choice, in time, of hope, nor certainty of place.
What determines pawn or king as I stumble along my way?
And will I know if I'm fulfilled when my board gets packed away?

Sitting in a bowl of fruit
I hold a flower
Paint me with vivid colors
Make me look pretty
Or possibly as a reverent clown
With big floppy feet
In a contemporary return to classics
For the world to look and ask
"What did the artist mean with that banana, and why is that clown sitting on peaches holding a tulip?"


© 2019 MJL

im halfway between wanting to die
and wanting to drink more beer

which is the worse to fear?

something that will leave you dry
or something that will make you fly

God writes straight with crooked lines.

He zigs and zags out of compassion,
out of recognition of our fragility,
our inability to walk aligned to the sun,
our preference to shun the glare of the bright
and to tolerate that light only from the gloom,
but God makes room to write straight with His crooked lines

and so He completes His story.

Every job I done had
I felt i was cursed with
They be snatching my soul
I need reimbursment

Gotta use that for my purpose
I feel like i did it on purpose
Slacked off on my dreams
So it could potentially hurt me

Sometimes I feel
Like im really unworthy
Tried everything in my power
Nothing seems to be working

I'm hurting
I did it to myself though
Lost all of my patience
Cause when i tried it all came slow

And I heard it usually does
To those of us who try to stay true
Its hard to work this job
And still try to subdue

All my demons and insecurities
That constantly try to attack me
Got everything I could ask for
But still something is lacking

The money is good
In my love life im happy
being true to myself
Even keep my hair a lil *****

But deep down in my heart
Seeping into my soul
There's a part of me
That I still got on doze

Im froze in time
Waiting on myself to make it happen
Put in my two week notice
Gather my things and get to packing

I'm lacking the fire
To start my next project
I don't what to do now
What steps do I take next ?

I just need to do it
Whatever this thing is
Trying to be an inspiration
And look out for the kids

Cause I don't see too many
And for that I'm starting to frown
I don't have much more time to waste
I guess I'll start this thing now

Cause if I don't
It'll be another soul wasted
That didn't step up to the plate
And the look out for the babies

What does it mean to be a human?


























































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