Aren’t we ruled by the Unknown
Isn’t it bloody obvious?
Minds we used to deem our own
Do they still belong to us?
Via progress we regress
Open up the news - I bet
The next minute you digress:
“Why on earth I need all that?”
Everything looks predetermined
Everyone plays politician
Set your rule, I won't confirm it
Don’t rely on my submission
I’m a trickster and a gambler
Bought and sold three times a day
Counting 20th of September
Happy Birthday, anyway…
your destiny is not predetermined
she can be altered by attitude
your future is not a red brick wall
feel free to be a chameleon
what you expected yesterday might not work today
it’s not the ending, it’s the route
while you travel, anticipate surprises
your destiny is not predetermined
Man’s path of least resistance
is described as destiny.
The outcome predetermined,
as a river running to the sea.
Both roads, they misled,
cloaked in the form of fate,
as if one choice could somehow surpass the other.
The leaves appeared pristine, but isn’t that the trick?
Paths aren’t formed by feet,
but by the burden of all we bear.
So I chuckled and roamed through,
crushing the underbrush that had the nerve to remain neutral.
There, I saw nothing special in the middle,
only my own shadow outstretched—
proof enough that I was here.
It’s all been decided for me
I was told to get up and go
To reap the harvests for free
Which I had no idea to sow
In a competition of fictions
The most plausible won
I bargained three new convictions
For the price of the cheapest one
I invested them in three essays
Which I was relieved to forget
I walked through the Roman arcades
I rested on faraway sand
I drank from the springs of wisdom
And ate from the plates of good
Almost lost my immune system
Survived though wasn’t too shrewd
I bet this plot is predetermined
It’s all been decided, you see
I gave my word to return it
But still I keep it with me.
Serenity is to know what's right'
Eyes that peer in, beyond what's seen'
Nurturing our feelings with no regrets contrite.
Sensing the world, with consciously culled delight.
Exploring touch, smell, taste in ways foreseen.
Is It Predetermined Fate?
By Franklin Price
8/15/2015
Is it predetermined fate?
Does God watch over me?
Does what I do all have a date?
Is what will be, will be?
Is my way my choice to make
as roads branch left and right?
Do I choose which way to take;
which way my torch will light?
I believe my path my own choice
as I move along the way.
God contributes with his voice;
suggests what I should do or say
May choose to speak the words I'm told
take the way that heaven sent,
or choose by myself and be so bold
and maybe be hell bent
God gives us all the right to choose;
the way to go or speak,
to take the low or higher roads,
He offers us a peek
Provides us all with history
of what others chose to do.
What happened to them we can see;
gives choice to me and you
We've arrived here through our choices;
chose God's way or maybe not.
Listened to his, or other voices,
now what we see is what we've got.
If what you see makes your eyes glisten
With much happiness and love
I believe you mostly listened
To God's voice from up above.
We’re for God’s purpose
He knows everything's designs
Is predetermined?
My plan is to make you fall in love with me
Then I will leave
You think I am kidding?
Watch
Have you ever been warned of something
but didn't take seriously?
Well maybe this is one of those times
Lol
What do you think I am doing the things I do?
Don't be naive
They are for a purpose
Lol I can assure you
But let me go on
And say that you don't know what hits you
Only know that you are fallen and can't get up
What does that commercial say?
Anyway you may get up
But will not recover
Haha and I will be laughing so hard
Because it is all fun
No big deal
It's just a game
And you will be the player
Involuntarily
I will be the one who determines
When you have enough
Lol comprehend?
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