fate

by

driving instructions…

like
a child
staring out
the back window
of
their parent’s car
we pine
for
what was
as if
it were
really
as wonderful
as we
imagine
we forget
the arguments
and
incidences
that
ended with
our
early depature
declaring
that
we’ll
never return
to
this god forsaken place
or
talk to
this
persona of satan
ever again
yet
when we are
isolated
from reality
we embellish
the few morsels
of
joy
we had
creating
a fictionalized historical event
probably
as truthful as
most history
where the good guys
always win
and
the damsel in distress
is
a kung fu master
seems
we’re always
looking
for
the rationale
for
events
how do they
fit
into
the plan
and
purpose
of
life
well
this might surprise you
but
there is no
real purpose
nothing’s been
ordained
your empty minutes
and
hours
are controlled
by
no god
or
saint
it’s you
staring out the back window
instead
of
looking at
where
you’re driving to

 

by

docked on the river styx…

did we
just
arrive here
or
have we been
on
this course
for
quite sometime now
few places
are
arrived
by accident
most
are
set courses
by
either
ourselves
or
those
before us
had we
not denied
what
clearly
was written
our final fate
would have been
perhaps
different
but
we
chose
to
stay
the course

 

by

the book of dying 1:5…

the word spread ignore the dead
all dead children would have died
there was nothing to be done
accept your fate pray to god

 

by

the same fate awaits…

the-same-fate-awaits2

these pages
have not always
been empty
i can see
where they’ve
been erased
the imprints
of other lives
are here
i can make out
some partial names
and
several dates
but
none
are distinct
in today’s light
perhaps
if i write
my name
in the margins
it will not be
eras….