There are times I believe life is not just a slave to fate, but we are in control of that fate. If we want, so shall we receive, but only if we want more than anyone else, more so than the hordes, or those more blessed than ourselves. We each are masters of our fates. It is up to us to fight to gain the reins and control our future.
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If fortune is a matter of fate
Then I am, too
A subject of fate
Imagine destiny bottled up
and all humanity inside
each battling to swim to the top
In this way, the outcome of our future paths
is guaranteed by our innermost desires
to make it so
Thus, fate
it is a real and moving force
not dictated by random chance
but by heart, desire, courage – and
our audacity to overcome challenge
If you want more than anyone else
then you will have
If you crave enough
you will sacrifice all
to meet your goals
No matter our births
we each are armed with fate
to steer our ship-of-lives
to greener pastures
and toward dreams insofar
unfulfilled and unrealized
That's a powerful force
each of us should reckon
and never abandon
Because the sea of existence is wide and fierce
and a rogue ship knows no direction
no chance is ruled by chance
It is by the wills of another
you are moved to meet their ends
and to be a pawn should be no man's fate
For every action has an equal and opposite reaction
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Newton's Law
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Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Peaceful lives

Common ground is not here
You are not the griever
You are not lost to me
Take your hands and raise them
Praise the life you live in
Make your way back home
Begin to feel a reason to exist
Stare down from that future
Reach back from that past
Feel the dirt at your feet
Hold it in your hands
This life is not a mess
You will do what you can
Now is not the past
The moment is yours to last
Tear up your excuses
They are lies that abuse you
Face up to your expression
It is you in reaction to everyone you know
To the world you glow
Don’t be sad, when you are happy
Mirror your soul
Slip it into your own skin
Let it walk with you
Be a friend, be a friend
You are not alone
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