online today!optimisticme Poetry (360)

If a God exists as is perceived,
there's no free will, as is believed,

I travel on my pre-destined ways,
organised by he who says,

For he would know well in advance,
my plans, my thoughts, its not by chance,

If I'm in this world by his design,
tis he who knows, he draws the line,

When I was born he would know the date,
of my demise, my final fate,

He would know my plans, what I would do,
my good deeds, my bad ones too,

I'd have no choice, I can't change lanes,
or throw a dice,,or take the reins,

If I am a product of his creation,
should I dance with joy, with elation?

For he would have made me what I am,

and knew.............

exactly............

what I'd do,

So, if I'm good, it's by his hand,
and I get to see the promised land,

If I'm bad, and I should fall,
twas he also made that call,

He cant complain or punish me
for things I've done that he could see,

And if I'm flawed, it's not down to me,
Look to God,
if thats how I came to be,

I didn'nt make myself you see,.

my life I dont need to justify,
if I do,,,,,,,

It's all a lie,,

I have a friend, dear to me, her heart is gold, her spirit free,
Her trust is lost, in this poetry,
To lay her heart on the line, in words and verse, no more, not
Fine,
Don’t leave this place my dear friend, don’t let it be, don’t let
It end,
We will unite, we’ll win this fight, together we will have a
Peaceful night.

I’ve watched tomorrow taken away because of today,
Cries for help lost in the melee of life, unseen and unheard,
No one is to blame, but still, to our shame, they fall, no
Saviour all, those lost in their pain, no future, no gain,
Giving it up, taking it away and leaving this world with
Nothing more to say!

I walked into a world of diversity, easy to see, do you agree?, is it you
or is it me? You don't like what I write?, should I stop? or ignite a new way
to be? to read without criticism, can you see? This place is for words that
are heartfelt and meaningful, no matter what you write, it's right, for you, a
place of freedom to be, to say what you feel, without the fear of reprisal, if I
say black, it's my black, I don't need you to tell me there is white, I know,
life is life, you are you, and tomorrow may be,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,lets see.

To learn, to know, to be, to grow, and all the could be’s, and
All the should be’s lost in ignorance, a waste of space and a
Waste of time, a waste of life no reason no rhyme,
At sixteen, just a teen, at twenty one, more to be seen,
At thirty one friends have come and gone, no lesson learned,
Not yet, still stubbornly bold, cannot be told, but there’s time
To be, and time to see, and forty one, same old song, hope there’s
Future not the final gong, so, fifty one passes by, at sixty one, over
And done, too late to be, to late to see, forever destined never to
Be free, you’ve lived a life of stupidity, now you’re wealthy and strong
So many things you think you have, so much riches you think you
Own, until you lie dead cold as stone!

So many searching for answers, why there is good and bad?
It’s all there plain to see, you’ve been told throughout history,
You recite the words then preach your way, but you never learn
No one has say, and that is how it’s meant to be, when you are
Ready you will see, these words mean nothing, open to ridicule,
Just have an open mind and you will find you’re not subject
To common rule.

The possibility of normality is lost in
diversity, lets start a row, I don't
know how, we're humanoid , create a void?, live a life of stupidity?, lets
kill and maim and hurt and be the same, let us see, can we go down
in history, the worst that could be? For all our talk, we have not changed
the rich get richer the poor get maimed, it's sickening to see, we are
what we are, not what we could be, it's not our fault???????? really?

When you ask who am I, I shall say, go away,
I know you, and you know me, so, remember
Your part, go away, and take it to heart,
And if you come back, look into my eyes,
And see, that I will know your lies.

I look, I see, what was meant to be,
But nothing is divine, nothing here makes
You mine,
All of our creation, and all of what
You can be,
It’s decided by who?......you at the
Back, you are me!
Sometime in some way in someplace
And somehow, you will know,
You are me! In the past in the future and
Now!

If you get too lost in your own sense of importance
You will lose it all, you WILL cease to exist like us all,
And then it’s over, and all of your regrets will be lost
To nothing, no one will care that you were even here,
So, today, say to yourself I DON’T KNOW, and then
Life will change.

Did we become us by accident, or was it by design?
And when we die and resign, and leave this place for
Another space, will you still be mine?

What I have learned about life is its simplicity,
To know its origin is lost in complicity,
Its simply way that cant be told,
Too many conditioned, stay in the fold,
If you really knew you then you could be,

FREE.