Julian once wrote that coincidences are the scars of fate. There are no coincidences, Daniel. We are puppets of our subconscious desires.
Carlos Ruiz Zafon in The Shadow of the Wind (2001)
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Coincidences
coincidences are the initiating
moments of seduction
and somehow nature smiles at it
the tryst may follow next
again as a matter of coincidence
this happens when people try to
say that love
in unexpected niches
also bloom.
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Dance, My Little Puppets
dance, my little puppets
dance for me
dance, my little puppets
and you shall see
dance, my little puppets
the truth you seek
dance, my little puppets
the truth i will speak
dance, my little puppets
set your soul free
dance, my little puppets
dance for me
dance, my little puppets
the truth you find
dance, my little puppets
do not hide
dance, my little puppets
dance for me
dance, my little puppets
truth is a lie, cant you see
dance, my little puppets
dance for me
dance, my little puppets
dance to see
dance, my little puppets
start to begin
dance, my little puppets
this is the end
poem by Sandy Nobody
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How the Moments Come
Strange.
Strange how the moments come;
Those moments upon which one’s world turns.
Some seeming insignificances - pure coincidences:
Chance at its most mercurial
Dealing hands which break the bank or bust,
Or less a case of ‘Lady Luck’
Than life’s ‘Savings & Loans’
Finally coming good for work-weary bones.
All moments could be of the former form
Or just as likely the latter,
Or maybe ‘fate’ or the finger of God
Seeking a dividend on his investment divine.
So where do you and I stand on probability and providence…?
Me? Well, I wouldn’t bet against ‘chance’ –
Let’s face it, it’s an odds-on favourite!
And though the justice the world metes out
Falls far short of fairness for all,
Generally the books seem to balance.
… But fate? .. Fate I can’t fathom.
Maybe I’m too mechanical,
Too straight-laced, too stupid
Or just too plain rational,
But for me fate flies full in the face of free will –
Presumes I’m powerless - my preferences pointless:
So I don’t ‘buy’it.
[Sly thought: if fate existed, it would have to be free –
After all, who would buy fait-accompli? ! ]
Unless, of course, fate really is
Nothing more than holding by chance a ‘Royal Flush’ in hearts, or
Nothing less than deity dealing your cards.
poem by Tony Jolley
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At Last
At Last
My Love Has Come Along
With A Suitcase Of Coincidences
And The Sky Was Blue
And My Heart Wrapped Up
In Fairytales
And I Could Feel
The Thoughts Of The One
To Call My One
At Last
My Love Has Come Along
With An Envelope
Denying My Name
Left Me
In Tears
Something To Touch
And Drink
He Said
- Was He? -
He'd Love To Be A Tear
Living On My Cheek
Well There You Are My Love
Have
A Short Stay
On My Skin
poem by Erika Conti
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Daniel
Daniel is travelling tonight on a plane
I can see the red tail lights heading for Spain
Oh and I can see Daniel waving goodbye
God it looks like Daniel, must be the clouds in my eyes
They say Spain is pretty though I've never been
Well Daniel says it's the best place that he's ever seen
Oh and he should know, he's been there enough
Lord I miss Daniel, oh I miss him so much, no
Daniel my brother you are older than me
Do you still feel the pain of the scars that won't heal
Your eyes have lied but you see more than I
Daniel you're a star in the face of the sky
Daniel my brother you are older than me
Do you still feel the pain of the scars that won't heal
Your eyes have lied but you see more than I
Daniel you're a star in the face of the sky..
Daniel is travelling tonight on a plane
I can see the red tail lights heading for Spain
Oh and I can see Daniel waving goodbye
God it looks like Daniel, must be the clouds in my eyes
Oh God it looks like Daniel, must be the clouds in my eyes...
song performed by by Fuel
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Life is Dreaming
Life is a bed of dreams
Of the variety we admire
Day after day and hour after hour.
The numbers are advised,
While pages roll on,
Hurrying as cold feet
Over the shallow water,
Staying brightly wed
With ashes and embers
To roast the skin in deceit.
I am awake in the life we lead
Designing the wide river
Of our dreams that coincide,
These coincidences are perfectly blamed.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Daniel
Daniel is traveling tonight on a plane
I can see the red tail lights heading for spain
Oh and, I can see daniel waving goodbye
God it loks like daniel
Must be the clouds in my eyes
They say spains pretty
Though Ive never been
And daniel says its the best place that hes ever seen
Oh and, he should know cause hes been there enough
Lord I miss daniel
Oh I miss him so much
Oh, daniel my brother
You are older then me
Do you still feel the pain
Of the scars that wont heal
Your eyes have died
But you see more than i
Daniel youre a star
In the face of the sky
I miss daniel
Oh I miss him so much
Oh, daniel my brother
You are older then me
Do you still feel the pain
Of the scars that wont heal
Your eyes have died
But you see more than i
Daniel youre a star
In the face of the sky
Daniel is traveling tonight on a plane
I can see the red tail lights heading for spain
Oh and, I can see daniel waving goodbye
God it loks like daniel
Must be the clouds in my eyes
Oh god,
It looks like daniel
Must be the clouds in my eyes
song performed by by Wilson Phillips
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Synchronicity
My razorblade mobius strip circles
Around and around, rotating forward
Until it becomes the backwards babel
That cuts meaning into pieces—obscured.
The corresponding coincidences
Cause me to question probability.
How many improbable instances
Have come to define what is real to me?
What is truth when it chops itself to bits—
Slip, splitting open, pieces pried apart?
Does objective fact defy sense and wit
To rely more succinctly on the heart?
It's serendipitous forces, I'm sure
That decide our instinctual nature.
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