I don’t believe in destiny
for the leaves of my book are clear
and the pen that I hold
in the fast flowing ink
will form words that start to cohere.
I will not believe that the road ahead
is already laid out to the grave, that the garden I walk is merely cosmetic, divided by a long line of pave.
I don’t believe that religion
or any imaginary friend, can dictate my course or predict the lay of the lawns that I carefully tend.
They say that we’re all born sinners,
must live our lives down on our knees, grovelling like animals and begging forgiveness from a creation that nobody sees.
I do not believe in fate,
this is surely a farcical fancy and leaves the traveller in the hands of the helpless, desperate to raise up the ante.
For to follow a fanciful fool
or the voice at the back of the room, is to relinquish hold on the reins of your life and be destined to live out the gloom.
I believe that we all
have the power to live; the drive to do right as we feel, that we don’t need a flock or surrender to fate nor the call of a distant bell’s peel.
Be true to yourself
and the path that you take, don’t follow the lies and deceit, dig deep down inside for the strength you possess and defiantly deny your defeat. Honest poems on Destiny Vocal Fate Poems Natural thoughts about Religion
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ALL POEMS ©2015 DARREN SCANLON. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. * Words and music have always played a major role in my life. A life without being able to enjoy music and express in words would be, for me, empty and cold.I have been writing since age 16, some 30+ years now but have only recently started publishing my works. Since doing so in Dec 2013, I have published 4 novels and 5 volumes of poetry, (available on Amazon.co.uk).My words are my life. If they touch you in any way, if you are able to take something from them, then my work has achieved its goal and I am a happy man.Welcome to my world. Darren.
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