When the cards are drawn from a deck
you have no choice in the matter, it is left up to chance.
And if you're so willing interpret them, to rely on your intuition,
tuning into the primordial hum of cosmos, it becomes divination:
A direct pathway of communication with the divine.
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we all have storms that torment us,
it is the natural order of things.
these winds answer to no one
blowing relentlessly
thrashing waves and high waters
rarely in touch with the earthly ground
i am either cast up or sunken down
highly preoccupied in my books and towers
a self constructed world
of bittersweet sea-vines and flowers
blinded from staring into the sun
intoxicated under pure starlight
emotions considerably magnified
all my good reasoning has come undone
these quantum particles are forcibly contained
mistakenly welded into a carbon composed body
an entire being is restrained,
wanting, wishing, craving
trapped inside a shell so limiting
strapped down by a dual personality
–– there is a reason storms are named after me ––
and so i responded to the fire in your heart
by drowning it in muddy waters, but don’t take this personally
because this is what happens when a great deal is asked of me
i only ask for an attempt to understand
if i let myself evaporate into the sky
bearing messages of apology
how soon would you wait to forgive?
my earth, rocks, and trees,
would you be able to forgive the sea?
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 12:37 AM UTC
When the cards are drawn from a deck
you have no choice in the matter, it is left up to chance.
And if you're so willing interpret them, to rely on your intuition,
tuning into the primordial hum of cosmos, it becomes divination:
A direct pathway of communication with the divine.
---
we all have storms that torment us,
it is the natural order of things.
these winds answer to no one
blowing relentlessly
thrashing waves and high waters
rarely in touch with the earthly ground
i am either cast up or sunken down
highly preoccupied in my books and towers
a self constructed world
of bittersweet sea-vines and flowers
blinded from staring into the sun
intoxicated under pure starlight
emotions considerably magnified
all my good reasoning has come undone
these quantum particles are forcibly contained
mistakenly welded into a carbon composed body
an entire being is restrained,
wanting, wishing, craving
trapped inside a shell so limiting
strapped down by a dual personality
–– there is a reason storms are named after me ––
and so i responded to the fire in your heart
by drowning it in muddy waters, but don’t take this personally
because this is what happens when a great deal is asked of me
i only ask for an attempt to understand
if i let myself evaporate into the sky
bearing messages of apology
how soon would you wait to forgive?
my earth, rocks, and trees,
would you be able to forgive the sea?
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