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my constant
companion
from day to day.
You might think
it does but
it never really
goes away.
It gets quieter,
It gets slower,
but eventually
it will always
come rushing back
like the sea
crashing into
the shore.
I have to ask
myself
are happy endings
merely folk lore?

I close my eyes
and remember.
my face wet with
salty tears
that sting.
Grief
Loss
I find myself wishing
memories of you and I
would make me smile
not cry with the
happiness it would
bring.

The simple truth
is I miss us,
you and me
the walks in the park
the laughter,
the children playing.
Yes, our times
together
always made me
feel so free.
I hugged myself
and it felt good
It was easier
than I thought
I should've
done it long ago
Because I needed it
a lot.
Brother, below my window I lay tonight.
Mother moon luring my mind away,
sleep calls ending the days fight.

What I know of my brother comes only from
what I’ve been told, on highways in the
slow middle of the night and from memories
of old.

The truth rolls out harshly, a story too long
sitting tight on the throat. I couldn't
have told it better with anything I wrote.

I cannot allow the knife's edge to slice
through the moonlight which colors this hue.
I fear I’ll wake up from this dream,
remember the truth of it all and then
not know what to do.

I want to recite every detail upon awaking
to make a memory freshly grown. How can I,
however, love someone I’ve never really
known?

At night, what I know is what I dream mixed
with stories shared, of when he was alive, from
those who really cared

Nightly my sleep pulls me back to you in waves
with such a fierce gravity. Always beckoning me
back to what I wish we could be.

My brother, once you called a Nicolaitan to
denote my lifestyle but I buried that pain
away with you all the while.

So I sleep under the moonlight, hazy dreams
of what should have been. See how my hands hold
this pane all night because you're still my
brother in the end.
Strength
La Force
a card of
female persuasion
a slow approach
is the key,
she's not
leading an invasion.

Her hat,
both worn and earned
whose brim
eludes to infinity
She stands
with leisure
relaxed
determined
steadfast faith
but not divinity.

Some believe
her to possess
a hint of magic,
like the Magician
yet subtle and calm
and much less tragic.

However,
She's merely mortal,
you see,
no kind of God is she.

One might fear
her safety
as she is so close
to the lion
but look closer
she's got him tied
with a chain of flowers
so she's hardly even trying.

She doesn't fear the lion,
she treats it with patience
and respect
she has the wisdom
to know how hard to push
to get the desired effect.

This card speaks volumes
while it teaches and reminds us
that True Power comes from
compassion and love not
brute force and
a heavy handed glove.

Inner Strength,
Patience,
Confidence,
Compassion,
Fortitude,
and Self-Belief are
traits that will lead
to Victory in one's life
where
Brute force.
insecurity,
Manipulation
Anxiety and
Self-doubt
will only lead
us into strife.
from Tarot Series
The cards lay before me
each turned slowly
one by one
to announce my fate.
I don't know much but
I know I want her as
my mate.
I want to buy her
everything
Jewelry
clothes
and a ring.

Then He arrives
Le Diable
The Devil
Half God
Half Goat
Offering me
all the riches
of my heart,
to have most
everything I want.

A fool's journey
I already know this
but my heart wants her
in my life, in my bed
she's all my world
she's in my head.

I know there's a price
nothing comes for free
The chains lay waiting
(pleasure, abandon, excess)
set aside for me.
Oh it's my choice
to wear the devil's chains
the devil signifies evil
but I know my choice remains.

Saturn, the red planet
home of The Devil
Capricorn the sign
leading to my personal
fate left yet undefined

Born in a moon of Scorpio
A Capricorn at birth
last day of December
does this define my worth?
I'm done begging God
for something real and new
I will take my chances
on the cards dealt
hoping to me they'll be true.

So I put the chains
around my neck
they feel like a noose
they aren't tight though
only my desire restrains me
as the chains are very loose.

Now grant me my heart's desire
make her love me again
and our life be fun.
The devil reminds me
on that front The Wheel
has already been spun.
from Tarot Series
The moon is a master of deception
(not unlike the sparkle in her eyes)
hiding that which would be shown
in plain sight wrapped in
dim glowing hues of night.

The moon is a master of illusion
not nearly as bright as the sun and
wrapped in vague promises of truth
I loved it as I have loved her
a lifetime from my youth.

The moon is a master of mystery
hidden things reside within it's glow
hounds of war bay at it out of fear
of upcoming doom unknown.

But I say, dear moon, if you must
do please deceive me so
because you, and the sparkle
in her eyes forever bid me not to go.
from Tarot Series
My life is in a never ending spin
lately it seems I just can't win.
I try to crawl out from beneath
the rubble that buries me so deep

My life is a wheel of fortune
I, the bent figure of constant change
my happiness keeps ending to a point
I'm becoming quite deranged.

Endless motion, no choice where it stops
I keep losing the spin that I'm so sad
I could just drop.

I keep thinking it will finally land
on something marvelous or grand
but this old wheel keeps going
round and round and constant
tragedy abounds.
from Tarot Series
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