I try to move on my free will I have prime aim to attain my goal
not allowing any interference. I'm always decisive
I believe, my life is mine. I choose own path to proceed.
Free Will’ is my priority. Any way I won't support any whims.
Each adverse comment I can ignore. I won't deviate from my motto of life.
My ‘Free Will ‘may be purposeless I stick to my decision .
I won't bother whether ‘Free Will’ harms others My steps to honour my determination.
‘ Free Will ‘ tries to dominate. ‘Determination ‘stands above ‘ Free Will.’
‘ Free Will’ fails to overcome ‘Determination’ Self confidence is focused on Determination’ I wish to live under shadow of ‘Free Will’ . Life is based on Determination’.Next comes ‘Fee Will’
free will
it is silly to give it to everybody
So many don’t deserve it
Don’t appreciate it
and would waste it
I think the only people who should get it should meet this criteria:
be five foot two or shorter
be Irish or English
Be from Kansas or Illinois
Be beholden to me
The rest of you do not need to pout
My insanity allows me to add or take away rules as urges come to me
Stand by for daily updates if you think you would like free will
I cannot give it to everybody
Free will is a choice: to yield or to strive.
It rewards the decision, solidifying the path: to yield or to strive.
God bestowed this on us all, yet we call Him a tyrant
because it feels unfair to have only two choices.
Our lives are not ushered by hollow guarantees.
We are granted a gift—of necessary choices.
Yet we stumble in the dark, following our own hearts—
knowing they can err, misled by our own impulses.
But beneath the mistakes, a quiet awareness remains—
pure, simple, and formless.
That is where the search ends, and where humanity finds peace.
So, the question remains: How will you decide?
free speech is not to say what you think ~ said the blind man with a wry wink
the deaf guy smiled as if it was wise ~ he could do morse code with his eyes
a dumb man clapped sending out shockwaves ~ no idea we’re mortal slaves
the mind reader thought he could see through ~ in truth neither he has a clue
By
David Kavanagh
I tell my children
the world will press them like a thumb
into soft clay,
leaving its print on their faces,
its heat in their hands.
I tell them they must choose
how hard they will let it press.
I say: love is not a leash.
It is a door standing open in the night
with a lamp burning behind it.
You may walk out, you may wander,
but you will always know
where the light lives.
I say: right is not always loud.
Sometimes it is a small voice
tapping inside your ribs,
asking you to stop,
to turn,
to kneel beside the one who has fallen.
I say: your brothers and sisters
are not only the ones who share your blood,
but the ones whose pain
passes through your body
like a second heartbeat.
When you feel that ache,
do not look away.
That is your calling.
Choose with your whole chest.
Choose with your palms open.
Choose as if the future
is already watching you
and learning how to be human.
And remember—
my love is not a reward.
It is the ground beneath you.
It is the light you walk in.
It is the place you return to
when the world has asked too much.
Choose freely, my children.
Choose bravely.
Choose what makes the dark
step back in awe.
A throne of bones and a crown toppled,
Bodies trampled around the Holy grail of blood.
A minister with a broken spine,
A queen with a sewn mouth,
And a lone king at the peak,
While his subjects lay on the chess board.
If what life fetches me is fate’s domain,
How I meet it, the matter of free will,
Let me compare then Karmic Law with rain--
Rain that pours all where with impartial keel,
Nourishing seeds that to their stature grow,
And human dreams so flourish-- seeds as sown,
Weeds we pluck out and grass-grown jungle mow,
A fragrant crop, fruits of labour to own.
Errant rage rivers, we rein in the same
And an arid land by power-of-will smiles,
Forward moves a car, lateral we tame
By steering to move ahead for long miles:
Fuel fosters a forward dash-- destiny,
How power-of-will steers is no less eerie.
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Sonnet | 18.10.2025 | destiny, fate, free will
We think we have free will,
we don't,
we are what we are and are predictable,
we cannot stray too far from our nature,
for sure and if we raise the bar,
we are still fated to be what we are,
not one goes too far,
it's written in the stars.
Like chattering magpies we flock, we preen, we groom
We gather shiny bits and pieces to feather our nests
And then we tarnish them with neglect or abuse
Or lose them, distracted by the next one
We've already collected the prize sought by all
Not the God given one, that's free will
Which has been given freely to all
What we do with it is up to us
Problems when park in,
To some they show a stop sign,
To some a guideline
From a well-wisher genuine--
To follow and feel so fine.
A beautiful girl,
To boy, a beauty to meet,
To wolf, meat to eat,
To sage, one with the same soul,
All three their fond flags unfurl.
World is a garden
Where whiling time’s no evil,
And God, no warden,
Has bestowed man a free will
To wield, exert or just chill.
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Tanka | 17.08.2025 | problem, garden, girl
Free Will
So many roads to choose
With staggering views
Linger with privilege
Don’t take life for granted
Sought after marble dreams
Absorbing the sun under the tree
Just wondering
Life sometimes baffling
Free Will
Translucent future
If you ever get lost, follow the river
Pencil to paper
Count your blessings
Time is flying
Make good choices
It’s a waste of time to go down a hard road
Learn from everyone else’s stupidity
Walk a narrow road not with envy
Block out all of the drama
Be in solitude with no problems
I opened my eyes when it was too late.
The river passed before my wide-open eyes.
I missed my childhood;
I was a prisoner in my mind.
Neither God was called, nor nature invoked.
Fate took the driving seat of my life,
Only regret will not compensate now!
The grass was greener,
The sky seemed clearer,
And when I look back in the mirror,
What I have is just an illusion of my past.
Life is always from dusk to dawn.
In between, I just stand alone.
The light brings back absolutism
In my mind, with which I stand behind everyone.
When I try to escape all at once,
When I try to produce stronger words,
When I try to dive into the ocean of eternal enjoyment,
I always look back in the mirror…
Why am I here?
Where will I go?
It is not the inscription on my forehead.
I get ready to fly again,
Except when I look in the mirror…
Free Will Maybe
No Matter
How Bad It Itches,
You Don't Hafta
Scratch.
Seriously?
-Gray Squirrel
05-01-2025
Freedom's foundation
Birthed in choice
Thus emerges
Liberty's irony
Freedom feels fatiguing
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