evolution or
creation or a
possible third choice

embrace my past
to accept my present
such a choice

To be born was never my choice,
But to end it, that shall be mine,
To march this ruined planet was not my choice,
But the choice to leave it is finally mine.

I have seen much,
I have suffered enough,
All of it came without a choice,
But now, I have a choice.
A choice to change, a final exchange,
Change so deep, I'll never be seen again,
Not on this planet,
Not in this universe,
Not in any corner of this dimensionless multiverse.

I don't need no help no more,
And that is my choice,
I'll take no advice no more,
Because I choose to refuse,
And that's my choice; Mine alone.

When every option burned away,
When every bright path shut close that day,
In that pitch black night,
A dark flame sprang to life.
I chose to follow it,
I chose to allow it,
Lead my journey off the edge.

I came to realise,
All along, the dark flame was my choice,
The final choice anyone could possess.
I choose death over life,
I choose to die,
And die, and die, again and again,
Until this choice too,
Eventually no longer remains mine.

The truth is
they're all sacred.
Each possibility.
Every choice.
All these paths - those trodden
and not trodden, yet to be chosen.
They're all sacred.
Because they're all created.
They're weighted
with glorious purpose.
His purpose.
On purpose.
No mistakes.

A poem for the men out there,
Those making jokes without a care,
'Bout bears and women - why we choose
The bear; not possible abuse.

You see, ten guns here, in a row,
Pick one out, and then, you know,
Put the gun right to your head,
Pull the trigger... are you mad?

What do you mean, not reassured?
Most guns are usually secured!
Most are empty; just one is loaded.
I'm sure no guns have yet exploded.

What do you mean - you don’t know
Which ones are safe? Really, though?
"NoT aLl GuNs" - I just said that,
The chances here are pretty flat.

Oh, you had an uncle who
Got shot while handling guns? You do?
Your grandpa, brother, friends, and dad?
All of them? Oh, that is sad.

Some are dead? In a grave?
But still... most guns are pretty safe!
It doesn't mean you'll end up dead,
So put the gun right to your head.

Pull the trigger, it's not bad,
And if it is, you should have had
Thought about what you wear!
And that's why women choose the bear!

every single day I choose life
not actively, but a small whisper
behind the static that murmurs
"You can do it for another day"