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Free Will Meets Destiny
Free Will and Destiny meet at the astral crossroads
Of choice and fate
Before our eyes, an audience seeing both sides of enigma -
Seeking resolution in the crosshairs of definition -
Hypnotized at happenstance or a date marked on a calendar
Before light birthed light –
Chosen by choice to share a kiss of kismet –
Luck upon a high horse rears up before covenant designs,
Taking shape - rolling on - by the eternal’s choice
Asking us
Does the leaf of autumn refuse to fall?
Does the rose refuse to bloom?
Or seasons stumble in the cycle?
The perfect plan askes us
If free will and destiny’s fate join hands -
Shedding their cloaks of ambivalence
Named “what if” or called “does it matter”
As thirteen ambles under ladders holding tight black cats
In predisposing oracles of impending doom -
To morph and leave behind their masquerades of gypsies
Holding fortune’s cards in cloudy crystal orbs
To ever walk hand in hand in the emerging master plan,
Never imposed – softly shown – no either or -
Wisdom’s daily written apparition –
Free will is our destiny.
You complain like the more you speak the closer the problem is to being solved,
Your volume raises and it speaks volumes to everything you don't understand
But who am I to judge
I'm still learning to heal and process just as much as you...I just don't like to ride rollercoasters
So my emotions rarely reach peak heights
I hate heights
Can we please just come back down to earth
Anger never helped anyone fly, and revenge only clips wings
I see your emotions have blinded you from that which you stand on
A pedestal next to your high horse
Let's ride the wave of decency for once and act amicably
But brokenness is more important to you, healing isn't attractive so neither is your tone
I'm done playing this verbal tag
I rather chase peace and dreams
You can keep chasing that worthless two cents
But the things worth more than anything is free
I'm not going to keep paying for conversation circles
p.s. I've got places to be...
“You stiff-necked people, with uncircumcised hearts and ears! You are just like your fathers: You always resist the Holy Spirit! Was there ever a prophet your fathers did not persecute? They even killed those who predicted the coming of the Righteous One. And now you have betrayed and murdered him— you who have received the law that was put into effect through angels but have not obeyed it.”
Acts 7:51-53
All who were sitting in the Sanhedrin looked intently at Stephen, and they saw that his face was like the face of an angel.
Acts 6:15
THE STONING OF STEPHEN
Before Stephen fell asleep, he gave a sermon.
It culminated into a bold accusation t’wards the leaders.
The Sanhedrin, with the high priest, would determine
The fate of this angel-face. They were breeders
Of contempt, accusing God’s man of blasphemy.
They were teeth-gnashers, stuffing their ears with glue,
indignant, jealous, furious. They would rob Stephen’s vitality.
This follower of Jesus is never alone, heaven’s in view:
“Look,” he said, “I see heaven open
and the Son of Man standing
at the right hand of God.”*
Clasping their ears, they rushed at him,
Yelling in full view of the glory of God, not
Seeing nor hearing, choosing their dim
View of life. It was evil they sought.
They snatched him, dragged him out of the city.
Were those chosen stones unearthed from hell?
Upon a saint of God, they took no pity.
They were underneath Satan’s spell.
This favored of God, they could not ignore.
A Sanhedrin bull in full vent with dust and smoke.
Truth will shake powerful men to the core.
Arms and legs like chariot spokes,
The high-horse pretenders lambast
the great orator with great force.
Stephen would soon meet the holy cast
Of forefathers…most importantly life’s source.
Another man is enthralled, also blind
To the goads he’s kicking at. He’s in his heyday,
a young man giving approval to death, the kind
of man Stephen prayed for in this way:
“Lord, do not hold this sin against them.”*
8/8/2021
*Acts (from the Bible)
I Traversed the Inner Universe Deep Within my Soul
and Slayed the Dragon Oppressor up on it's High Horse,
It seemed Prophetic
To Rise Into the Greater Nature, Balancing Scales for the Cosmic
Destined To Ride
Saddled Up, Ever-Onward through the Fire
Illuminating Attire of Gold, Light and Sapphire
Ascending Ever-Brighter, Ever-Higher
It seemed Fate had found me through Perdition
Reborn into Wings of No Religion,
Trailblazing Cosmic Realms, Blitzing Through the Heavens
Scintillating in Salvation for All Brethren,
Expelling The Darkness, A Revolutionary Exodus
Illumination is the Calling, I Rendezvous with Excellence
I Rise like Lazarus through the Muck and Grime
Lotus Born, I let my Eight Petals Shine
Burning Flames from the Heart, Sparked the Soul to Life
I AM Cosmo Man, I Am Star Bright
And There, in the Abyss where the Great Mystery Dwells
where Time is as Ancient as it's Magic Spell,
Above the Threshold, Beyond the Great Divide
I AM One with The Source, One with the Divine
Trodding towards The Gates Of The Promise land
Through The Valleys Of Shambala, The Sacred Heart Of Man
Where Many are Called, but only a Few Still Ride
The Wild, The Chosen, Crusaders Of Light
Summoned By Destiny, Tribe Of Judah and Jerusalem
Herald The Trumpets, Returns The Spirit Of Bethlehem
Valentine's Day 2021
Yours truly not necessarily
romantic fellow at heart
more accurately methinks myself
lame and inadequate sorry excuse
for reasonably rhyming spouse,
but courtesy after sipping
(née - chugging away
like snorting caboose)
Welch's sparkling white grape juice
maybe accompanied with entree couscous
generic and garden variety
run of the mill by the floss husband
ordinarily fancy free and footloose
feigned being inebriated
noisily squawking - imitating
deafening honking lunging goose
creating ruckus whereby resultant outcome
whereby wife playfully threatened me
to hang me (all choking aside) with noose,
(I needed to gibbet a chance)
as ye can accurately dead deuce
nearly turning unnatural shade of chartreuse,
thus I immediately called truce
after hiring team of animated experts
Rocky the squirrel
and Bullwinkle the moose.
Once upon a time I
bouncing up and down
analogous to yoyo
rode proud on his high horse whoa
considered himself, albeit kiddingly
as pure as the driven though
fell prey to basic proto
human barking animal propensity
desire under the Elm you know
all to well that biological urge
goading species to reproduce
when consummated minus
utilization of prophylactics
to aid and abet begetting embryo
unborn or unhatched offspring
in process of development,
particularly human offspring during
period from approximately
second to eighth week after fertilization
(subsequently termed a fetus).
Back in the day
gathering rosebuds while I may
thy pure motive to lay
me down with barenaked lady
futile (yet Prince Valiant) attempt
to placate seething hormonal secretion
surging testosterone seemingly went away
(I strongly suspect absent libinal longing
courtesy side effect half dozen medications)
bodes ill with spouse
marriage doth severely fray.
To all the MAGA minions, let me be clear and concise ...
Your loyalty is somewhat admirable, but its limits have
Been breached, by a man who's truth is vacant of any
Meaning, and void of substance or growth.
That being said, this legacy will share its history with
The criminal, as an enterprise where the law and justice
Would remind Americans of their greatness again,
By their oath.
The greatest hurdle that must be met is most difficult,
Where your eyes and mind awaken, and you realize
That you have been misled repeatedly by this movement,
And need to break the bonds of those false beliefs.
Now if you're successful in climbing off your high horse
And returning to reality... you might consider rebuilding
Some of the bridges you have burned, causing damages
That may never be healed, but we might save a few handkerchiefs.
Lastly, you may realize that the anger your group displayed,
Is but a fraction of the rage that people against you feel.
Due to a platform that aimed to discredit democrats and
Democracy, my independent, non-partisan position had dreams
Of twisting off heads and dumping loads down your neck,
And that's real !
Like a broken faucet, your poisonous acid waters the ground
Trapping yourself in an assassin's disguise - suffocation there's no sound
With every one of your weapons - strewn across your Gucci belt
Psychopaths and Sociopaths - can't fathom what their victims felt
Your size 13 Jordans - stomping through the dungeons and catacombs
You're satisfied with your murderous work - robbing sacred sarcophagus tombs
Too afraid and too ignorant to trust your progress - watching as it blooms
You're the only one who stops yourself dead in your tracks
You've got too much pride and ego - to correct what you know you've lacked
You're so high up on your leathered high horse - believing you're a god
In your brain, your logic, your common sense - you're missing a mechanical cog
You're in your fantasies, you're in a storybook - and you're in your head
You can't admit what's hindering your progress - so you settle for less instead
But God forbid you ever did realize your easily correctable weak flaws
I swear I'd croak over and die if you ever admitted it - finally realizing the cause
The first steps to start to change for the better - is admitting the worst issues
I'll make sure when you ever admit it - on standby will be a box of tissues
If it ever even gets microscopically better - the cheating will still be in my head
As well as everything you've ever betrayed me for - all of the evil you said
Your excuse is "you're not perfect," and I don't want you to be
But you don't have to be "perfect" at all - to be consistly unfaithful to me
One who has nothing to show off is boasting to himself on the stage.
Macbeth though sat on the blood stained throne he would soon be dethroned
by his own slaughtered hands because he became a king by killing his own king.
Why are you, then, mounting your high horse? You will be thrown out from that stage soon or later, just like Macbeth.
If you are a clown you may be an object of mockery
but your awkward gestures may occasionally induce
active sympathy from the audiences.
Why are you flapping the wings of arrogance?
Though you are not even a clown
but a foolish snob incapable to insinuate through a jest
sarcastically about the whole of this world’s hypocrisy
[who shall I to blame for my height;
Father? He is the one who bore me to see this world,
Mother? She is the one who taught me the meaning of love.]
Actually, I am not short
but a bunch of idiotic dwarfs come together
toasting wine glasses in the air shouting “my height is the standard.”
Coping up with life in COVID times
Shake off all your fears,
have no doubts in His might;
You have come so far,
you can still go farther;
Like a river
that traverses through rough paths;
Like a mountain
that no hurricanes can move;
Like the Sun
that shines bright every morning.
Just like the darkness
of a frightful black night;
That comes and fades,
this too shall pass;
Stop for a while;
to take a look back in time .....
So many fond memories,
take some moments to cherish;
So many happy times,
revisit and rewind;
Feel the warmth,
of goodness of hearts;
Celebrate golden events,
Reverberate;
Recall beautiful upshots,
that intensely touched souls.
Enjoy the giggles of children,
and sarcasms of your spouse;
Stay close to parents,
once so rhymed your hearts;
Lyrics of a perfect home,
tuned to your dreams;
Pursue a hobby,
tickle your taste buds;
Take some rest.
For the precious breaths;
that await.....
To seek tranquility in nature’s lap,
lose to those subtle little chirps;
To meld into the luminance of Sun,
from aurora to twilight in the sky;
No longer on a high horse,
To be a part of the vast universe.
Stand the gaff
for being unjust to beings, to nature;
Be on the guard
and follow the rules;
Be with the warriors
redress the wrongs;
Show some mettle,
and you can fight fire with fire.
Written May 9, 2020
© Dr. Upma A. Sharma
the thing about addictions is i beat them
so take your put downs turn em around and eat them
you steer clear
all look at me up here
looking down at a reality that you frankly fear
and i know I've been up on that high horse
nice and safe protected like a highness
to then the turtle that swims and then the tortoise with wings
you live in a shell whilst i wear armour
you abide by laws and don't do things through psychology it'll harm ya
well I'm harder, you avoid the aggro and i'm viagra
stand up and topple walls whilst you throne with tucked in balls
and what will shock ya is i beat addictions without a doctor
I'm Winehouse but living, saying no no no
cus my doubt's not driven, saying so so so
cus i can chalk lines, smoke weed at bed time
and then it's no no no,
lager or wine this bloke says it's time to
go go go,
so you can judge with prejudice in you
presumptuous without a damn clue
you don't know know know
and i'll get addicted enjoy it restrict it
claus saying ho ho ho
you're just Santa at Christmas,
everyday
do you get pissed much?
use caffeine for short blasts,
everyday
but not stupid enough for drugs you can't hook and throw back
cus these drugs get you and you're stuck like that