Fate and destiny
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,
True Meaning of Life
The moonlight peeked through the trees like a shy child, slowly showing its' abundance of nuance in the night sky.
The stillness in the woods made calmness that saturated the body, creating a world that was full of wonder and excitement.
Why am I here? What does the universe want?
The peacefulness captivated the mind
Wondering..
What is the true meaning if life?
Chemistries
We are
Salty currents
In a sea, unexplored
Our chemistries
Mix
In rushing
Imperative
Driven
Beyond reason
Beyond caution
Beyond place
In our thirst
For immortality
Our bodies
Run
This ancient
Race
Spawning
Generations
In dance
Of living pace
Our essence
One
In twisted grace
Your form
Your soul
Your heart
I taste
I vow
That not
One drop
I'll waste
This ballet
In love's ocean
Lost to sight
SUPERSTITION
Oh hail superstition!
I bow to your full grace and glory
For giving me cognition.
I shall not!
Walk under that ladder
Which will make me gladder,
Open my umbrella inside
As the rain is falling cockeyed,
And Hasten once I catch sight
Of that black cat during the night.
I shall!
Throw salt across my shoulder
While I Line up 3 leaf clovers,
And I will stay put
To grab my lucky rabbits' foot.
So until the end is nigh
I will stay inside
On this Friday the 13th night.
Short. Sweet. Love.
I hope that coming out is no longer a thing to be done.
That we can just simply BE without having to run
Or hide or cower or let go of the hands
That hold us up in private, but in public, can be seen as a sin.
I hope that the world realizes that human rights are for all of us and not just the ones they "like" more than the rest.
But most of all, I hope that we can love freely, without worry or consequence.
AFTER THE STORM
A storm is brewing, increasing panic,
demanding perpetual alertness.
The sun is hidden as charcoal clouds,
cast meadows into shadowy darkness.
Birds seek shelter as horizons ignite
with illuminating bolts of lightning.
Screaming thunder, torments petrified minds,
even in dwelling, they find it frightening.
Winds begin to howl with stronger force,
demolishing fragile foundations.
Rain surges unleasing barbaric floods,
destroying crops and plantations.
The air becomes a vicious vortex of debris
as victims wait nervous speculation.
As calm is restored in the atmosphere,
they assess the atrocious situation.