Category Archives: Fate

Put on Your Dancing Shoes

Put on the charm.
Carry out the action.
Dance to the symmetry.
But do it quickly because you never know how long you have left.

Right outside is beauty.
Formed together by grace and elegance.
A 1950’s charmer.
A dance that accompanies both melancholy and hope.

Put on the swing.
Dance a little slower than you might otherwise.
Pursue a bit faster than what is comfortable.
But do it genuinely, or it will all be for naught.

Pulling up with windows down.
Cruising down with the wind blowing inside.
Clearing your head for what is to come.
No,  after thoughts to crush the high you are now on.

Put on the charm.
Form a thought about another.
Dance to the entropy that comes after the symmetry.
But do it quickly…

Put on your dancing shoes.
This club isn’t for everyone.
Find out if you got what it takes.
And if you do, treasure, love, and be you no matter what others tell you.

Pursue the lover.
Dance like no other.
Please be a true charmer.
Be filled with symmetry and of course a little entropy.





She’s in Love with Chaos

“She was a wreck. but he loved her. She was a wreck, but so was he.” ~Copeland



It looks like a heartache waiting to happen.
When the phone hits the floor and she is left alone.
The other line dead and the voice has stopped.
And the drumming from her head is working harder than her heart.

She’s in love with chaos.
The ups and the downs.
The lefts that are actually rights, her mind begging to be found.
She’s in love with chaos.
The unknown, is the start of her disorganization alone.

Picking up the pieces and moving one.
Going from one phone to another waiting to belong.
Not trying to hard to sing a better song.
All she does is wait for heartache, to become her white and black swan.

She’s in love with chaos.
The deaf tones of awkward lies.
The messed up deliveries of sought after lines.
She’s in love with chaos.
With her mind, taking deep breaths and taking names that she must find.

Sectioned off and in the crowd.
Determined for more than a sour sound.
But not giving it enough effort or follow through.
The choice is hers, even though she’ll never limit herself to a few.

She’s in love with chaos.
The ups and the downs.
The lefts that are actually rights, marked with hearts waiting to be found.
She’s in love with chaos.
Heartbreak brought on, by late night phone calls and luck based falls.

She’s in love with chaos.
And the Lord knows…
That one day maybe her eyes will see the light being shown.
She’s in love with chaos and the rest.
For one moment she breaks and finally passes a test.

More and More

Could you be happy to fall like a stone, if you’d land right here safe in my arms? It’s fine, lock all your doors through the night. Keep it all right here, safe in my arms. It’s fine. ~Copeland


My stomach is in knots thinking of you.
Equal opportunities that this be the end.
Thinking it makes more sense to throw it away than to keep it and try.
Distraught thinking, that causes all effectiveness to go down the drain.

I look forward to seeing you again.
Even if my thoughts betray me.
Losing control of what my brain has told me is common sense.
Acting a fool because my mind decided not to fire right.

My stomach is in knots thinking you.
Equal opportunities that this might be the first time.
Thinking it makes more sense to keep it close than throw it away.
Optimistic thinking ,that causes all effectiveness to go down the drain.

More and more I desire to see everything turn out alright.
Even if that doesn’t mean that I will have somebody by my side.
More and More I desire to thrive.
Even if the plan that was in my head, is changed by the Makers hand.

I go a little bit more to the left every day.
For when I sleep I shift to the right more and more in my head.
A twist and turn, that seems to showcase a lack of making up my mind.
More and more I go to the centers of my thoughts instead of looking to my heart.

It won’t last.
For life is a dichotomy that relocates itself.
And when my stomach ends up in knots, it is beautiful.
Even if it might only last for a minute or two.

My stomach is in knots the more I think of you.
Equal opportunities that this might be a pull in the proper direction.
Thinking it makes more sense to be in the moment, than planning my next move.
Transformative thought causing all effectiveness to reveal what it planned all along.

More and more this life keeps moving.
More and more I forge a fire deeper than my own.
More and more I pray that today might be the day,
The day the butterflies find a home to stay.


Fate is a Choice

Fate is a Choice

“Every day a choice is made. Every day I choose my fate.”
                                                                      ~Jon Foreman

~Fate is a Choice~

It is terrible to think that you might not be coming home.
It is a horrible thing to entertain that the road is left so cold.
I watch you walk out that door and I find that it hurts more and more.
Because I have no guarantee that you will be coming back me.

The dirt road has its toil.
The pavement can be cracked.
 My heart has no choice in the matter.
Which type of ground through which you track.

Each day is a new day.
And each day is a new road.
To trust is to know that on that road it is known to go.
It is known to be the one you choose when your eyes open and you see the moon or the sun.

It is terrible to think that the love you gave me may come to nothing.
It is horrible to think that breaking up is not the last goodbye.
I watch you walk out that door and I wonder what other doors you are looking for.
Because I have a door in which you might visit no more.

Is this about a death or break up?
Is it about more than what we have heard?
Is it about the pavement of some back road?
Or is it meant for you to think that life can come even when the pain brings the rain.

These cliches are meant to inspire.
And heartache is meant to show you that the heart can be a liar.
Your head can produce no desire.
Until you look to the sky and realize that we are but a point in the existence unless we look harder.

This is being written to show that not everything has to be a failure.
Even when they walk out that door.
This is being written as a love letter.
To yourself and not to another.

A story that is unfolding right in front of your eyes.
Maybe about a girl who just stole your soul.
Maybe a death of a loved one that has sparked feelings old.
Or maybe an experience of a lifetime that has distributed joy to your soul that you thought was cold.

It is terrible to think that you are never coming back.
It is horrible to realize that feelings mean nothing.
For what counts is truth even when you feel like it is for nothing.
For what counts is a combination of events that fuel more than a fire.

Life is but a road that is chosen every day.
Fate is a choice made by the mind of the heart in each person alive.
Love is more than feelings of attraction and desire.
And the end is but the beginning to all who look for more than air in the sky.