Bodies attached

woven together

shackled in bindings

breeding jangling pain.

Dark dungeon of fate

desperado destiny

dancing at the brink

of treacherous cliff.

Rats gnawing at feet

struggling for life

at our locked gate.

If we want to escape

we each must breathe

diverse air on our own.

Untie tangled knots

allow dissonant souls

to tread their own path.

Into the miasma of conditioning

You're borne.

A plethora of bodies,

Chemical, all, at war.

Influence, influenced by

That vacuum of choice;

As deep as sleep,

As relative in kind.

For fate is not built,

Nor prescribed,

But shaped

One consequence at a time.

A misstep,

A revelation.

True elation,

Sorely bereft.

The apology,

The abortion,

False modesty,

Contortion.

To promise,

To know.

To be honest

Tomorrow.

To promise this,

To learn to lie.

To witness bliss,

To watch love die.

One more intrusion,

One more delusion.

Sorrow that ends,

Death of a friend.

Superfluous,

Serendipitous,

To lust,

To trust.

And death,

What can be said?

An end,

A breath?

Fate is opportunity spent

With chance to marginalise.

Oversimplify to sympathise

The end that is meant.

I neither believe

Nor can conceive

Fey Fates control

My destiny

Choices mine

Creates timeline

That's My Reality-

Not thine

If choice is illusion

And Life a game rigged

Through Divine collusion,

I'll just kick back

And smoke a joint

Cuz trying..."Well, hell-

What's the point?"

My darling before you were born

Way up in the stars, the Angels gathered

round and decided your fate.

They mixed in sugar n spice a little dirt eww!

And a few worms for good measure too.

You are lovely and have grown into a wonderful man, you are destined for greatness, that's their plan. Stop wallowing it does you no good.

Life is too short, your destined for good.

Our fate is out of our hands, for it has already been decided. However only you can determine what types of destiny you have.

There is greatness in you,

There's the heavens and us, – below

A life given, a mystery even now

If there be something more or new

None has seen what's never to be seen

We cross ourselves and kiss our lovers

But the true journey ends in the grave

They claim that paradise lie beyond

Been there and back, all is void

Fate or destiny, does it really matter?

All ends in the grave

All souls, all meaningless

Love now, be kind

Beyond the grave is void!

Meaningless!

I knew a man said, "Destiny?

Ain't she 

the girl next door?"

Said, "Fate?! 

Ain't that one of them

four-letter words?"

Destiny and fate assure me that there is an end, and it is certain. They play into every moment of my life and every decision I'll ever make. They are the result of each rise and fall, all of my successes and failures, my advancements and setbacks. They give me hope and, above all, they give my life meaning. Fate and destiny make me eager to see what the future has in store for me. I ache to know what is at the end of my journey, and how exactly I got there.