#predestination
Create me to love,
But to never be accepted.
Bind my soul to sin.
Then for sin, deem me rejected.
Destine me to burn,
But to never burn clean.
Create me in divine image,
That's never to be seen.
Persuade me to trust,
To ensure I’d feel betrayed.
Gift me with a life,
To watch a life's decay.
Give me fragile emotion,
To observe my shattered core.
Hoard all sense of peace,
In a world at constant war.
Offer me no wings,
Then demand I ascend.
Force me to be strong,
Then force me to bend.
Decide my directions,
Then curse all the roads.
Promise me forgiveness,
That's neither felt nor shown.
Mold my faulted psyche,
To be damaged by confusion.
Make real my nightmares,
Make my dreams the delusion.
Shackle down my conscience,
Then tell me that I’m free.
Create me in divine image,
Drive me to hate what I see.
Apr 3, 2025
Apr 3, 2025 at 1:52 PM UTC
Wind carries whispers arrayed,
But never is it screaming.
The wisp that calls, lives betrayed,
Unheard is its true meaning.
Bound to its fateful flowing forever.
Its flowing has never failed.
A sacred truth is buried within.
Within what? It never can tell.
Mountainous structures stand strong,
These relics are deemed eternal,
As time passes, the layers form masses.
They keep record of nature’s journal.
The bitter truth is etched in stone.
Carved deep in their being,
Yet tethered to fate, to constantly wait.
Cursed with never leaving.
Like the ocean’s mighty sway,
That never truly moves.
Seemingly more boundless than me,
It's built to traverse in set grooves.
Violent waves displaying a mask,
For It rises only to recoil.
An infinite realm of life contained,
To never feel the soil.
The sun will rise, set, then rise.
A fate with no fate at all.
It treads a path to live and last,
It will not and can never fall.
It soars above, an ode freedom,
Yet a slave to this deception,
For in its path, it’s truly shackled,
To this common misconception.
The grand clock's, a steady unwinding,
That's never completely unwound.
Delaying or pausing is not an option,
Losing every minute it passes.
The hands of time that hold the scroll,
Unallowed to write its own plot,
Emotions within its constant tick tock,
Expressing a purpose that's wrought.
As metaphysical body's walk.
They think, they feel, the react.
Emotions lay open, demand to be spoken,
As our minds expand to retract.
My conscious holds a truth, untrue.
For a lie is so deeply instilled.
We breathe to consume, from cradle to tomb,
In this cage that we've named "Free Will."
Apr 1, 2025
Apr 1, 2025 at 9:14 AM UTC
How can you
blame me when
you made
me this way.
You gave me
free will, and knew
what I would do.
You predestined me
to lose.
I didn't choose
these terrible
wings of destiny;
you did it for me.
I wanted to be
Michael or Gabriel instead
of Lucifer.
I know there needed
to be a war,
and an enemy,
but why me?
I despise this
black soul.
Feb 8, 2021
Feb 8, 2021 at 6:38 AM UTC
If it's all predestined
then that means
it's all already occurred
and everything has already passed
and there is no present or future
there is only that which already is...
Nov 5, 2020
Nov 5, 2020 at 2:38 AM UTC
All I can say to you is
we've been royalty for so long
that this is our lifetime
to feel the pain.
It was the only way we could finally find our way home
to our humanity,
maybe?
Back to ourselves, so that we could save all the rest.
It's not fair
and it's ****** up
and we've CHOSEN ALL of it.
And the only way to find our way back,
is thru our connections with others.
The only way thru
Is to walk
in the mud and muck and mire.
We WILL come out clean & clear
on the other side.
We must NEVER forget who & what we truly serve
or why
we've lowered ourselves upon this hallowed ground.
Every pain, loss, debasement and sorrow
serves that one final purpose
our soul always senses and falls before and upon.
I'm so sorry.
I saw it all.
Knew it all.
And stood silently before it all,
in Service
to the One Final Purpose
and also,
To Your Greater Good, My Luv.
So Quit Whining.
We agreed to this
before we even arrived.
And in the end, that which is served validates all.
If You Really Listen,
Without Just Waiting To Talk,
You Know That It's True...
Nov 5, 2020
Nov 5, 2020 at 2:16 AM UTC
love was there,
I couldn't see her,
got caught once again,
in red mist,
kicking for reactions,
with a litany long, list,
love doesn't act like this,
she hugs you closer,
plants a kiss,
on kicking boot, when hurled out door,
her sweet voice moans,
I love you more.
loves you, when you're at the gate,
swings on the axe,
that pounds out hate ,
love held you closer,
talks soft and low,
she understands your feeling so,
"at least" she whispers,
"you act so real,
when tormented by, the way you feel",
She never judges, never warns,
sits with you
all night and day,
she doesn't tell you "life is grand",
just feels your pain
holds your hand,
illuminates your pardon if you need,
kisses your wounds,
when you bleed,
she holds your face, tousles your hair,
rebuilds your temple,
with special care
hugs warmly, when you shake with fear,
i didn't know, that she was there,
following down to depths of earth,
walks with you in fire,
rubs off the dirt,
she carries a light profound, from skies above,
the twinkling of stars,
white feathers, peace dove.
She is there for everyone,
all are equal under this sun.
Oct 30, 2020
Oct 30, 2020 at 5:36 PM UTC
The inner critic
protects me from
reality and success;
It knows best.
It reminds me of
my hopeless plight,
my dark destiny,
my night of a
thousand storms.
Councillors say,
"Examine those thoughts.
Challenge them, are
they rational? "
I nod and smile,
and somewhere there
is a sparrow in me
that wants to sing,
that agrees with
the blue skies, and
the trees, and the wings
that have carried it
away from the pain.
But then the critic
and its minions
chatter away, and
remind me of failures,
they say,
"The play has already been written.
You're just doing your part-
your small walk-on part.
You don't get to rewrite it.
It's been written, it's finished.
You being a writer must appreciate
irony, isn't it ironic;
Thomas, no matter
how bad you want it,
you can't have it.
It's been decided, it's predestined,
long before you were born.
You lose, some win, but not you."
I faintly hear the dying song
of the sparrow, as I rise once again
and stumble towards the abyss.
Jun 12, 2020
Jun 12, 2020 at 5:37 PM UTC
You did not choose your father,
Neither did your father knew you;
Your birthright was only seeming,
Never yours from the beginning.
As waters separated from waters,
So sheep separated from goats.
But there is no seas in the end,
And all tares burned and wheat gathered.
Mar 4, 2020
Mar 4, 2020 at 11:12 PM UTC
#
*Like two streams of vapor, intertwining;
in, and then out;;of one life,
'till the next
dance continues: and we find ourselves
once again,
yet under different
moments of history,
each.
How can a soul desire so much
that it transcends, even time- in it's
need to find its fit,
again,
and again,
and again..*
#
Oct 11, 2019
Oct 11, 2019 at 6:03 PM UTC
May take a bit to come down from seclusion.
Climbing for a gain, knew what I was losing.
It's on the T that time is balanced,
and I've seen it cemented.
It's on the scene with all the extras,
and I've seen myself in the crowd.
Sep 19, 2019
Sep 19, 2019 at 10:29 PM UTC
The person you are
If moulded by previous experiences
Will die indefinitely the same
Indifferent to change
The present marches on a straight line
Delusional by unclear skies,
Believes in free will
And the power to create
Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 12:26 PM UTC
So lost is this ship in your ocean
That even the amicable stars
Collude with clouds
—In the frame of the sky
To cloak the referral to my compass,
To keep me from my contrived destination.
Only after rebirth, do I value Earth's opinion,
And know,
That—
'twas not collusion
'twas aspiration,
That I was being guided to my shipwreck
To go deeper in you
Be consumed by you,
O! My predestination!
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 7:12 PM UTC
i dreamed i saw the hand of God
carefully plotting out the life i never thought
was either fate or destiny
i'm not quite sure, but is that the word 'Hell' i see?
we'll pray meaninglessly
for things we'll never find
and try desperately
to understand God's mind
i'll praise the Father, Spirit, Lamb
for saving my soul, though it's destined to be ******
that man won't fight to light his days
because he heard that he's heaven-bound anyway
Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 6:06 PM UTC
there was a
lantern
perched in
my hand
and i was
too afraid to
light it
yet the horrors
in the road
wasn't what
terrified me,
it was the destination ahead.
the light i held
sought the
road to
illuminate
and yet
i just know
it wasn't
the road
i was taking
nor could it be
the roads
i will be passing...
it will be the road
i take when
i finally decide
to take a u-turn.
*with one foot down and a weary knee
thinking about
every afternoon
going to the 'right' garage
after strolling in the
wrong neighborhood
staring blankly
at all the cities
all the towns
all the villages
all the blocks
all the intersections
all the streets
in all garages
that could've possibly been 'right'
and one that could've
possibly been home
possibly been hope
i park at the house.*
all i see is a
one
way
street
stretching
forever
in front
of me...
and the ride back home
so far away------
finally
i
found
the
reason
to
light
up
the
way.
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 11:21 AM UTC
Can you belive it?
Belive me when I say
I used to trust myself
In any way
This silver cord is shorter
Now I've all but lost my health
Poor forked forced set of mental blind
Heady terminal path soon to be mine
Grimy iron taste so sublime
Salt water spilling into overtime
*****
I hated that
Complete tripe
**** you, ******* subjective
Yeah, I AM glad you died
Like, in a present for my future
It's all mine, you...
It is all mine.
Low end rent roach
Bring around the stage coach
Pick myself a lane
god ****
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 3:23 AM UTC
Consumer Of Existence
Even if it’s all predestined
It’s you who choose.
So go, so do.
It does what it does
Despite your choices;
So many factors out and in you.
Even if it’s all predestined
You don’t know a thing,
So go, so do,
And carry on as usual.
You win, you lose,
You pay your dues,
Thinking that you have control
Though you have none at all.
A panorama of existence,
You consumer and disarmed.
They call it karma.
Consumer Of Existence 12.14.2016
Circling Round Reality;
Arlene Corwin
Dec 14, 2016
Dec 14, 2016 at 5:57 AM UTC
You've been vetted,
But I wouldn't
Bet on it,
The election is years away.
So, pound the pavement,
Rally supporters,
You'll need a prayer and a wish
Day by day.
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 9:49 AM UTC
A worst-case-scenario mentality
Breeds emotional nightmares of what-ifs
Methodically feeling the pain in each possibility
Preparing for Hell, knowing it is impractical, improbable, and unkind
Each reaction gauged
Smiles erupt in each better choice
A familiar road traveled often
Lead only by a history of pain
It ebbs and flows, bobs and weaves at will
This reality is organized, easy to understand
Random thought of an unlikely, unfathomable future
**Vivid like a film
Unwavering, persistent
There is no control**ling its outcome
Forced to watch the images forged in a broken mind
Tears burn flesh and a naked heart bleeds
Stop rolling, just...stop
No amount of pleading slows the images
The pain is overwhelming
Far beyond self-inflicted, torturous, methodical thoughts
Uncontrollable, inconsolable
True and real
So very real
There is but one way to stop that future
The one shown in visions of just deserts
The future that smolders through present joy
Preemptive pain is just not an option
I've seen the future my heart has built
**The shards of a shattered soul
Offer no comfort**
My worst-case-scenario was but a benign freckle on the elbow of a body invaded by metastatic melanoma
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 5:00 AM UTC
They say that when you die, your whole life flashes before your eyes in only a matter of seconds.
If that is true,
what if this is just our lives flashing before us?
What if we are just seeing this all happen again... as a memory?
Puritans believe in predestination...
I believe they know that happens and just think they are part of the flashback.
If that is true, can someone tell me why and/or how I am dying right now?
I don't want to die.
I know I have said it, thousands of times, that I'd rather die or be dead, but that isn't true.
I have said I want to **** myself before too.
To tell you the truth, I don't have the ***** to do it.
I can't **** myself.
I have had a knife in my hand trying to stab myself, but I got scared and put it away.
I found a gun once too... held it up to my head... put my finger on the trigger... dropped it.
I tried hanging myself too... that also ended in me not following through.
I can't do it... I won't do it.
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 9:15 PM UTC