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Life offers us all
A cornucopia of choices
That leave a reverberating,
Enduring impact.
We've made choices
Often at life's crossroads.
We're currently where we are
Because of the choices we made.
They make us who we are.
We choose our friends.
We choose to do good deeds, or bad.
We choose to lead or follow.
We choose to fight or give up.
We choose to stay idle or seize opportunities.
We choose to lie or tell the truth.
We choose who we want to become.
We choose the fork in which
To navigate through life.
Oftentimes the choices we make
Are the ones we intended.
We sometimes make ones
We regret; we all have those.
Choices in life are ineluctable.
We either make them, or they make us.
Date written: 07/23/2019
Written: November 20, 2025,
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The future is not a place—
It is a quidnunc calyx,
a capacious chalice
for those who dare to drink
the elixir of their own becoming.
Dreamers do not sleep.
They careen through cloudscapes,
gamboling past the gaudy gates
of flapdoodle and fear,
flaneurs of the ineluctable.
Their thoughts are canorous,
etched in hieroglyph and hex,
diaphanous as sky skims,
yet fierce as a hoyden’s howl.
They do not dissemble.
They rake through the rubble
of dismal days,
threadbare but unbroken,
writhe into catharsis
and call it art.
Their hearts are fipple-fluted,
gargling with garrulous grace,
eloquence stitched into
the petiole of every breath.
They wear tiaras woven
from wisteria’s bloom,
not crowned with the weight of hubris—
and gently lighten the heavy load.
Borne by the forgotten and the lost.
They are fetching,
felicitous,
iconoclasts of the somber.
They do not fear the gaseous unknown,
nor the egregious elision of comfort.
They are the herons of Elysium,
gamboled and glorious,
Each dream is a byzantine map
to a future
Only they can read.
So believe—
not in the desultory hush
of what was,
But in the foison of what could be.
The future is yours
at the behest of beauty.
While we dwell to this dreidel,
I seek to know before a sear,
Even in the most ineluctable dandle,
The fruit to which may indeed bear;
In the imbue oblivion, I tell a riddle,
Most morass yet merely in fear,
For the sake of fiduciary wheedle,
Let me share with you my compadre,
The reason for this lachrymose!
We seek solace, I seek a motley,
Of a jejune yet quite leonine__
I’m carrying a huge cornucopia;
__And the temerity to extirpate
The gloaming quiddity, the fireflies.
With my cries not perceptible;
And this sandbag is too heavy a burden;
The earthquake of demands,
With the hallucination of needs,
Have starved my conscience Mekeba!
For I do not come to you by chance,
By chance found you in my utopia.
To be a man calls for a hybrid of habits,
The fluctuation which efface intrinsic,
Hapless of a jaded impaired grift.
To be a suitable snitch in the sight,
Of your serene pugilism with skylark,
A batty revelation of chains of choice!
An honest opinion of soft sips.....
A turpitude scent of petals niche,
The jurassic meld of mundane’s prig.
In my desolate the burning throbs,
The anxiety to revert my paunch,
The antithesis of the flamboyant story;
The entangled facts from the realities
This is the precarious situation smelling,
Around the jungle with fear or shame.
The ornery of your aesthetic breach,
And they vaunted to a great suffice,
Tales of a teller telling them in a folktales.
Everyone with his own dilemma;
In the gamut of this conjecture,
Who will help me muster this burden?
I have reached the dovetail for perfection
For I’m no longer a peer, so I see different,
From the way I saw ages ago in oblique.
This pot of inferno has exploded and this fire,
The inscrutable fire has engulfed my head,
I’m burning in clandestine fray....
I’m in moribund and so I bloviate for help,
In this helpless world that help only the dead!!.
Moonbeams slide
Control the tide
Guide Oceans apart
Eco collapsing background
A shooting star for true dreams
Never has life been so zombie-like
You are your own addict
A mutant destiny
Ocean’s apart odd people aside mess
with her smile and ill mess with your day
Like and Love pajamas gloves
I love my woman
She has a great set of legs
She has control over the saints of weakness
I love my woman
Nothing can wait ineluctable saint
Ocean’s apart odd people aside
Mess with her smile and ill mess with your day
Moonbeams slide
Control the tide
Ocean’s apart, odd people aside
An ECO-collapsing background
The only immolated truth
I danced on a herbaceous woodland tree
Twirling, swirling and swaying merrily.
In rain and wind, I remained tension free,
Accepting the vagaries of nature verily.
With Autumn’s arrival, I have grown pale.
As the season’s chilly blasts veer around,
I fear I might lose my balance as I am frail.
Anytime, I might tumble down earthbound.
I am ready to accept my ineluctable fate.
Like a falling star, I see my end near.
When I lose my grip, my fall who can abate?
Anytime I will land on earth, borne in the airy bier.
I must give back the earth what was once mine.
Singing my swan song, I will enter that holy shrine.
zealous woozily throbbing
quintessentially narcotic
karaoke humble ecstasy bubbling
yawningly vibrantly
singing praises motivates
ineluctable fancy caparisoned
zestfully whooping tellingly
quaking novel kindles
heartfelt essence
blubbering yipping vocalizations
sincerely pronouncing
myriad jubilant gleefulness
describing absolute x2c
unbridled rhapsodic
obeisance loosening
inimitable fabulous communication
zeroing wakened tremendous pleasure
marinating joie de vivre
gurgling dynamically aspiring xylem
unstoppably roiling
overtly liberal fawning calculus
zinging wordy tome
proclaiming motive jangling
glorifying divine adulating
x uber rants obediently liberating
inducing fantastic crowing zestfully
warbling tenderly quiet nursing kingdom
harkening enjoyment bestirring
x unnumbered remarks
outlining linkedin impressiveness
from crocheting zany way
this poet marries juxtaposed grammar
describing atypical xfinity urging requiem
oozing libation inside
fleshly corporeal Zen wordsmith thyself
questioning messenger's (mine) jabbering
gets decoded accurately.
Though the necks
sighting of Ichabod Crane
humungous horror
helplessly harassing,
hellish hyena howling,
hideously hounding,
headless Halloween
hair raising happening,
regarding haunting
horseman spectre,
not due to arrive
(in gremlin, golem, and
goblin crawling theaters
everywhere in outer limits
of twilight zone),
come October thirty first
two thousand, and nineteen
divination trap
pings can never
be implemented overly
soon - to satiate subhuman
scary sightings,
sans mine ineluctable
supernatural drive
biz ease, this (gopher broke,
phantasmagoric over seer
grown wunderkind,
passionately rousing spooks,
where this droning
necromancer named
Matthew Scott Harris),
asper undertaking
luckless ghostly endeavors
also oft times finds
meat hoo experiencing
aborted, cancelled and retried
aim mush carriage
(i.e. thwarted, ejected,
and clobbered miscarriage)
off base when out fielding
paranormal activities,
qua catcher catch can
pseudo boxing
exaggerated shadows
striking mine attenuated,
elongated, and invoked
Hades monstrous silhouettes,
viz jugular vein bleeding
(heart liberal)
burnt umber umbra
pitching one dimensional
brokered, bricked,
and bracketed
wall size grotesqueries
detailing bloodless battles
silently creaking within republic
of my imagination.
‘Failures shouldn’t weigh us down- for no loss, no gain.’
‘With each drift and descend, one should learn to rise up.’
Many such inspirational phrases, we hear over and again.
Success isn’t for a coward, but for the valiant who can cope.
Each failure is to be seen as a stepping stone
Each fall and falter makes one tough lending greater courage
So, never allow yourself to be by despair blown
However stormy, an ace captain finds for his vessel, anchorage.
You might have been down seven times, but on eighth, you can rise
Each fall though disheartening, can finally strengthen your will
What awaits the gallant is an inestamable prize
Success comes not merely with skill, but with constant drill
Foolish it is to think, life is one of victory alone
Defeats are ineluctable part of everyone’s life
Through easy ways, one can never own the crown
Bitter trials come from behind like the jab of a knife
Success depends ninety percent on our attitude
Only ten percent depends on our competence or action
Learn to cherish the little pleasures of life with gratitude
What we earn through effort is only a negligible fraction.
Happy to add one inspirational quote of mine at the end
This thought, to all my dear friends, I happily send~
“Even amid struggles, one can savor the beauty of living
It lies in the art of forgiving and the joy of giving!”
Fate’s Game
by Odin Roark
Like innocent spray atop a tsunami curl,
You ride your controlled serendipity,
Delivering surety in an unexpected twist,
Destiny’s setup for drama that follows.
Never satiating your alacrity,
You fish-oil-coat your barbed cunning,
Slipping lathered lures easily
Down gullible throats of anticipation.
For you,
Making another landfall
Is just another layer
Added to your flotsam-beach theatrics,
Designed like playful foreshadowing
For a planned second and third act dénouement.
Oh how you chortle
Amid your game of certainty,
Bedding the unsuspecting like a predestinate,
A loan-out reality guised in wet dream duplicity,
Arousing our trust,
Yet never awarding a curtain call
Of our own choice.
Quandary persists.
After all,
Like nature’s often sardonic casting,
You are fate,
The ever-floating understudy,
An ineluctable wave-curl in waiting,
An unrevealed power we know not of
Until…
Moonbeams slide
Control the tide
Guide Oceans apart
Eco collapsing background
A shooting star for true dreams
Never has life been so zombie-like
You are your own addict
A mutant destiny
Ocean’s apart odd people aside
Muck with her smile and ill muck with your day
Like and Love pajamas gloves
I love my woman
She has a set of kick ass legs
She has control over the saints of weakness
I love my woman
Nothing can wait ineluctable saint
Ocean’s apart odd people aside
Muck with her smile and ill muck with your day
Moonbeams slide
Control the tide
Ocean’s apart, odd people aside
An ECO-collapsing background
The only immolated truth