Personally,
Self and fate are intertwined.
The variables of duality
which in turn made my reality.
From a kid, I could sense my fate.
Developed much like a characteristic of puberty.
A sixth sense. Intuition.
An outlier beyond the 3 dimensions.
Saw myself in black and white.
In a beetle, listening to beetles
With a cigarette burning light,
And for by bad breath, assorted Skittles.
I sensed impending doom. My doom.
Much like history,
The future is fixed.
Almost rigged I felt.
So despite my effort,
I gave in.
I sit in this booth on a blind date with destiny.
She was late but I always knew she was coming nonetheless.
My long awaited love.
For as painful as it's been,
You are here
And
I am whole again.
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THE IMPROMPTU MANIFEST.
Poetry" SPARK!" Poems Of Utter Spontaneity. The Raw and Unfiltered Emotion Of Living Life Without Cuffs and With Your Heart On Your Sleeve. The Pushing Of Intuition Into The Everyday World. Let It Flow. Let It Flow. And Let Words Spark Life To LIFE.
