Philosophy Fate Poems

In the grand theater of existence, we play our part,
A journey through time, a tale from the heart.
Life, not short but fleeting, slips through our...

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In the thicket of spinning days, where fate weaves deep,
I seek freedom on paths of stars, my wave of hope.
Science tells me to believe in...

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It is not fair, it is not just,
That you have things that I don't!

Do I suffer with envy and jealousy,
Coiling like a noose in my...

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Weaving Work I

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Children are curious so they ask, why?
Adults, when flustered, let out a sigh.
We often ask why, when loved ones die,
and frequently ask why as we...

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A common fate befalls all men,
Ere since the fall in fair Eden.
Whether dirt poor or filthy rich,
all mankind end up in the same ditch.

The common...

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In stoic carnival, emotions juggle,
laughter somersaults on a tightrope of reason.
Epictetus, ringmaster, dons a clown's nose,
philosophy as whimsical sideshow.

Stoicism, circus tent of paradox,
where the lion...

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Some words mean something mean
Something else. Does that seem
Sensible to you? When you comprehend 
Words well then there you have
Wealth. Is that clear to you?
You...

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by Max Burchett

Black swans are a thing.
That thing never seen before,
Not known to exist,
What has never happened before.

If you can think of it,
Can expect or...

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You were so okay, but I was in misery
for me it was love, for you, seemed philanthropy
I needed a lover's bind, but you craved the...

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Equinox.

All things being equal, you would think
 that there must be a way,
To keep the scales in balance between the night and day,
Action and inaction...

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Life Weary, So Hungry I Could Eat A Dry Bone


Trekking through fire breathing desert, yes all alone
Mouth full of sand, shattered heart so heavy too
Life...

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"I have "lord have mercy" tattooed across my chest, it's not because I believe in a god,
I did it when I read a book of...

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Up the wooden hill
where the fir tree spills
rustic autumn and soil,
cries of "The pale one".
All in arms,
pitchforks at the ready.
"Burn the witch! Be gone!"

An equivocal...

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Why don’t you rage Siddhartha.
Rage.  Ah.  I suffer.
Jesus of Galilee, why don’t you fight back.
I. trust
Prince of the sands, prophets of the Sun
Peace...

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