Karma, Meet Destiny

That whore, karma, had finally made her way around, and had just bitch-slapped me right across the face. The realization only made me cry harder.” ― Jennifer Salaiz
So?
Karma, you keep me coming back to find all that I lost. Don’t you have something for me? I think you left me for another lover and perhaps you’ve found your happiness, but didn’t you leave anything for me? You took things from my secret hidden places and left me wondering, where are they? You show up uninvited, demanding me to give you more, what about what you stole? People tell me that you’re fair and they envy the times you show up and kick ass. “Karma did this,” or “You deserved what Karma gave you.” Without omniscience and wisdom we only see the side that pleases us, making us cruel and vindictive, especially in judgment. My quarrel is not with them, it’s with you Karma. I call the courts of heaven to bear witness that you’ve take much more than what’s necessary. What do you want me to do with all this emptiness you’ve left behind? The cupboard doors swing in the breeze from open windows, signs that you left me with nothing to build on. I’ve something for you Karma, she’s quite the beautiful creature and tells me that no matter what you did, she’ll stay with me. You know her I believe, her name is Destiny. I’m going to make love to her and in that cold place you left, we’ll find peace and plan to take revenge on you; then you two bitches can fight over me all night. Now go away Karma, I don’t care about your tricks, I’m content knowing my divine Destiny will hold me and guide me through the prisons of your subtle ways. I’ll not always be your bitch Karma, so let me reap what I sow, because right now, I’ve thrown up the middle finger to your cruel punishments.
Also published in Broowaha

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Burnt Bridges

“The only bad thing about burning your bridges behind you is that the world is round”

“That bridge you burn, in laughing pride walking on
Is the path that destiny forces to spawn
That one that is rejected will lead you the pawn
The day that died will be reborn atdawn.” – DMW




He laughed under the command of alcohol. With mockery his grand speech proclaimed the worthlessness of my life that he used to facilitate his riches. Needing his provision for my daily supply, I grew rebellious inside. The Boss continued his diatribe in the firelight. On my struggle he built his joy. My work, that though he taught it to me, stood alone in stark contrast to his proclamations. Joyfully he lit a match to burn the bridges and isolate me in shame. As the last timber fell in ashen dismay, the universe set in motion a turn of events that always humbles the proud. Within in months, he fell under the spell of my promotion and others saw to my advancement. The year ground on and then, in the new birth of spring, when burned things turn green again, his mistake of taking the common man for granted gave him a startling revelation. His work is now for me, and I, with humility, take his reigns and learn this, that all bridges will one day be crossed again, so be careful of the paths we leave behind. 

The Battle is Me

“Confront the dark parts of yourself, and work to banish them with illumination and forgiveness. Your willingness to wrestle with your demons will cause your angels to sing. Use the pain as fuel, as a reminder of your strength.”August Wilson


Cataclysm-x

“My hand breaks my bones

My thoughts accuse and torment
My enemy is I, armies of Me bring enmity
Against my dichotomy, my duality

Where can I go from this fate?
Where can I flee from this destiny?
Where is the peace from battles fought?
When my worst foe, is my deepest thought” – DMW
There is a struggle that exists in my mind. Unseen enemies launch terroristic attacks against my peace and tranquility. Serenity dies a martyr’s death at the hands of hooded mercenaries. These are not physical combatants, they exist only in my mind. Hiding from this warfare is not possible, the fight follows me everywhere. Making advancements at great expense to my happiness, I press against them. The end waits, the war’s final battle. There are no options, no choices, other than to persevere and prevail in the battle against me, my own worst enemy.

The Battle is Me

“Confront the dark parts of yourself, and work to banish them with illumination and forgiveness. Your willingness to wrestle with your demons will cause your angels to sing. Use the pain as fuel, as a reminder of your strength.”August Wilson


Cataclysm-x

“My hand breaks my bones

My thoughts accuse and torment
My enemy is I, armies of Me bring enmity
Against my dichotomy, my duality

Where can I go from this fate?
Where can I flee from this destiny?
Where is the peace from battles fought?
When my worst foe, is my deepest thought” – DMW
There is a struggle that exists in my mind. Unseen enemies launch terroristic attacks against my peace and tranquility. Serenity dies a martyr’s death at the hands of hooded mercenaries. These are not physical combatants, they exist only in my mind. Hiding from this warfare is not possible, the fight follows me everywhere. Making advancements at great expense to my happiness, I press against them. The end waits, the war’s final battle. There are no options, no choices, other than to persevere and prevail in the battle against me, my own worst enemy.