Divinity exchanges Bridals with Fate, but the whipping will continue.
9.12.08
D.D.M. 921
This is niet poetry.
Divinity exchanges Bridals with Fate, but the whipping will continue.
9.12.08
D.D.M. 921
I look around and all I see,
Is I wonder if you know
I can see through you
where ever it is that you go, when you go
I look around and I note the weight
holding me down, slowing my turn
the weight of everything
past, present, future
and I can still see through you in everything you do
How much I wish I were blind
wondering the mystery of life is death
and I know it, but still I can’t help but see right through you when I see you do the things you do.
go the places you go
when you go
There is a Line. You can’t see it. It’s there though. It’s there every day. You step on it with your first breath when you feel that smack on your ass the minute you came out of your mother’s crack. You’ve been on it ever since. There is no other place you can possibly be. The Line is who you are. Some people call it destiny. Some people call it karma. Whatever. Those people are idiots to call it anything. It will not be had to be called anything. It will only have You. It is your life. It is your choice. It is the illusion you call free will. The Line is how a man who tries everything can acheive nothing, but another who tried nothing has it all. The line has walls you walk between that you can push against and maybe gain some ground, have some marked reference to your effort and influence, but you can never overcome. The Line is who you are. Who you fucking Are. The Line is why you got the girl. The Line is why you didn’t. The Line is why you got laid that night. The Line is why you couldn’t for all the ways tried that other time. The line is why you got into that college and why you graduated. Or didn’t. The line is why that guy is lying there on the street not even asking for money anymore. That’s his line. That’s her line. This is my Line and the only success you can have in this life is accepting your fucking Line. Say your fucking Lines.
Doubt me?