STEPHEN STONE

Lunas' Luck.

Inspired by Elisa De  Eap

Some have enough luck

to fill a truck,

others so little...

it wouldn't fill a thimble

Some speak of, 'the luck of the draw,'

where I see, only chance rather than any luck, at all

Some speak of a 'lucky day,'

is that the one, where karma, doesn't get in the way

Is luck something we make

or only fake

Is it something we're given or hope to receive

or is it something... not to believe

Not something you can see or even touch...

some don't have any, yet others... too much

What is this elusive notion,

we all wish to bottle, like a potion

Maybe today, isn't my lucky day

or I wouldn't be spouting, this way

It's definitely not something on which to rely,

have it or not we all, still have to try

Maybe it's in the way we live our life

that denotes, if we feel luck... or only strife.

CHANCE

A chance and time…could, possibly… rejuvenate this life of mine                               

I look around….you’re never there, only leaving me…anxiously aware

I first, intend no harm and not to effect, “free-will”

Doesn’t seem to matter…to those, who only stomp, my heart at their will

The world, we live in is such a disturbing place, with too few concerned, with another…, “saving face”

This is not how I choose to live…so the world only continues to take…all I have to give

Leaving me only…. a shell of a man, unable to fit any one, “master plan”…, which will be if is to be…alone, a soul… for no one to see

Knowing if I only had the chance and time, I may be able to rejuvenate…this life of mine

But in lieu of what others only choose not to give…a solitary life, I must continue to live

Though if given the time and a chance to see…

   No telling what others, may find in me.

REFLECTION

A form of my own witness protection, which I will use for my own, genuine reflection

 Trifled with me, as you thought you could do...is just one of many things... you only misconstrue

 I can be the bane of your primordial existence, rape you with intellect, for which,.. you have no resistance

 I could show you things... that would make you curse your own mother, once you've shown me... I am NOT your brother

 Realities, many fear to ponder, keep me company... in the many minds, I wander...

 We all toll, the price we are to pay... by giving, only, who we are or choosing instead. .. to only... take away

 We live, we breathe, we procreate, eat, sleep, crap and die ...none of us were meant to question or ponder why...

 We are only to know, we are all meant to live, knowing only that time is really all we have to give

 Time to think... if we really try,

 knowing only that... too soon

 ... we all must die.

 [STEPHEN STONE]