Conversations with Destiny.

Destiny, why do you knock this late like a wretched whore?
It’s cold and dark outside and i’m indisposed.

Like a thief in the night, i hunt…
Days on, i have tried to get your attention but all in vain.
I’m after all, destiny’s child and i know my hour.

For a peculiar feast after the hunt, your motives are shady, destiny…
A skeptic i sound…for the grays that once spun my fine thread of destiny…

are clumped up in wavering, ambiguities and delays…

Forgive my brothers and clear your mind of skepticism.
For a consistent soul believes in destiny and a capricious one in chance.
I’d say, take a chance with me…but then i’d leave room for failure and doubt. You’re my destiny and the will of destiny must be fulfilled.

Hesitations and past pain create distractions…
My heart revolts…
My soul is agitated and paralyzed.
A destiny whose relentless hand pushes me on…
Yet memories and sentiments of my past days weep…
I should heed perhaps, for a convincing tongue…

Love, destiny is a choice…
Let us not rest all our hopes on parchment and paper but caress the sweet reality that still stands outside your door, braving the cold.
My efforts are like those of the Trojans…who believe that with resolution and daring, they will alter the blows of destiny and stand outside to do battle.
Right now, i stand…and hope that you’ll accept me.

Forgive my actions, destiny.
For all the times you knocked, i heard…
I over think and over analyze…an unbeatable streak of missing fragments, ignoring your knock on the door.
A hesitation that reminded me of the past.
But now, after an audience with destiny, our thoughts could merge.

Happiness caresses this skin, for a hopeful address, love.
Together, our foot prints will tread as a mark on the state of our destiny.
My feet are cold, should i come inside, love?

Come in, destiny…
and let’s settle the scores and paint our lives…
Tell me all you know,
lead me on, and i will love you.

For destiny stands in the stars.
We are after all mortal, and for most…

we choose our own destiny…even if it’s love.



Author: AfroetryC

I am an African woman and a mother to a precious little angel. I love to use the term "Afro-floetic Queen" mostly to describe my poetry and my roots. I love, soul music and inspirational bits of knowledge to offer advice and counseling to those who need it. I can be very witty, straight forward but fun. Ha. ha... A colorful perception of the world - expressed in my poetry. I want to inspire people with my Poetry...give them hope, while also advising them. Life is a learning process and i am happy when one of my pieces directly affects or inspires one of my readers. Let's take a detour around experience, and let me fill your minds with sweet poetic juices.... Note: Just changed my user name from FloetryC to AfroetryC because the latter is more personal and describes my Spoken Word Poetry better.

2 thoughts on “Conversations with Destiny.”

  1. Destiny is a serious world just as serious as love. How does one compare? Myne mind weeps as the breathe is taken away from each parable between the third and fifth paragraph grabbing hold Myne estiny, love!

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    1. Now, don’t keep destiny waiting outside will you?
      Destiny and Love when intertwined bring out something more enduring and beautiful on many levels.

      This is one of my lovely pieces on the blog. Thank you for the lovely comment, Antonio.


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