destiny

the chance relative to the non demonstrative-
the cost divided collided with the administrative-
the winding path beneath the feat of which we tread-
severing the life from their road where one initially sped-
the signs where we once confided have given up and fled-
the tines of life drawn up from the bowels of the humanic stead-
the divines have been cut from the trees where it once gave life-
withering hands of time have become slithering cracks along the hourglass-
the striving, the canniving lies despised by so many have taken up a knife-
the possibilities killed by thine infidelities denied rights lay back derrived-
the sane reign of organization destroyed by their insurgence of pride-
slivers the spine slime melting away the readily dead which constitutes cries-
the whispering deviation listening levitation kept the song alive reiteration high's-
the filtering of the media through the eye of a legal needle feeble in it's contempt-
the leaping screams of light's left on, aghast past the fast of good humor's tumor-
waivering today the sake of livery the urges quivering denials and alibies delivering-
boards if sights of delight of that which we used to confide has given way-
now how can it stay it's hand to untie the bounding bind of false discovery-
a gesture unkind incapability indispensiblity feeling the triable lines of insensitivity-

it sounds so cool and its a good poem... but what does it mean?

It's about relying on chance and destiny to choose our life's path instead of taking initiative and finding out for ourselves. Well... part of it is atleast. Look at how the words are used. and thanks for the compliment.

The words are really good..

oh, it makes me think. nice long poem. very good.