"You Want To Know What I Believe? I Believe In Fate, But I Also Believe In Free Will. Meaning, There's

"You want to know what I believe? I believe in fate, but I also believe in free will. Meaning, there's a path, but we're free to veer away from it. The only problem is that there's no way to know whose path we're following on any given moment. Our own? Our fate's? Other people are on their on paths, too. What happens when we intersect? What happens when someone else wipes our path clean, and we're left with no road to follow? Is that fate? Is that when free will kicks in? Is the path there, but invisible? Who the hell knows?"

Brigid Kemmerer, Letters To The Lost

Thanks To The Storm

It must be the storm nature chose to speak

That has blown the seed into my space

It’s only now I notice it, looking ever so meek

Yet writhing out of the soil as if armed with a mace

A tender green shoot of hope from strife

Among the foliage and debris that became the norm

Of what once was life

Thanks to the storm

And so I let it grow

As independent of my help as it sowed itself here

Seeking the elements only for the nourishment they bestow

Basking in the sunlight with the trickling water from the rain, will to live so sheer

And now it stands tall and proud

Telling me things with which I want to comply

Having defeated the forces of anguish that had it in shroud

Thanks to the storm that let its seed fly

Hear The River

The river speaks and I hear it flow

Hear it meander

Hear it run fast and slow

Gleaming with life so full of wonder

Like all things that end up in the big scheme

The river flows to converge in the sea

The end of the river it may seem

But, my friend, it only grows into the biggest state it could be

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Poem & image by The Creaky Writer

New Bones

Staring down at the city, I see an expanse of lives

Unsettling sonder settles on my heart

Their hustle, their battles, their nine-to-fives

What was thought, let down; what was created, destroyed part by part

The wave hit land after land

Wrecking devastation through thick and thin

Homes swallowed, health crippled, hope abandoned

Broken dreams courting desperation and disappointment akin

They say there's light at the end of the tunnel

But the tunnel is long stretch of swamp we walk barefooted

Because the only way is forward even if you have suffer and pummel

For world shook from its topmost canopies and its deepest roots uprooted

What now?

New bones, the rippled reality asks for

New bones from the ruins and decay of the weary

New bones of thought, vision and compassion to the core

New bones to survive and build back, to the future we ferry

The Old Dog And The Jock

Jolly tunes pour out from the stereo

Summer evenings blessed with classic rock

His time runs out with Leo

A happy pair they were, an old dog and the jock

Time just got so precious, making its presence felt

Painfully slipping away, making way for an inevitable hollow

They tried to fit all they could into days that melt

Chaotic affections to games sweet and mellow

Well, days don’t last, the doc said. Ain’t that true?

Life and times of Leo, time did mock

But not the memory of him in the soul so blue

A happy pair they were, the old dog and the jock

If Only

Years ago, we played as one

We picked each other up, doubts were none

Summers went by and we grew

Still thick as thieves but trouble did brew

Handling the rose thorns and splinters

Was the least I could do but then came the winters

With time came bruises, healed but scarred

Wish I could look past them but I upped my guard

If only things were different, simple and pure

The blood we’re bound by could have been the cure

Yet, life is complicated

You wait for fruit with breath so bated

I sit and watch as twists knot

Hoping you won’t let it rot

Your battles, after all, showed you the way, like a comet in a constellation of stars

But know I’m here if our paths ever should cross