ode to october/master of my destiny

two old poems, peotry is not my forte so be gentle

Ode to october

Each have a story to tell
Deluded we are a single lost soul
In smoke-hazed bars,
through drink glazed minds
We all talk big
Pretending we know.
Clinging to a self and beliefs
Fragile as the smoke trails,
Curling in the air
I recall a night….or two
In that tainted drunken way
Where I met a moment…..
To remind me how little I know
Dare I open childish eyes……
And learn to see
For the first time
life



Master of my destiny

Are you the people I know?
Are you the powers that be?
Are you fate pre-determined?
Are you a karmic mystery?
Are you luck and dreams?
A force of nature perchance!
Are you written in the stars?
Are you time and circumstance?
Whatever you are
Master of my destiny
You could be many things
But you should be ME