Hear the symptoms
Before searching for a sign Don't rush
Theme: Everyday work
As words in a strange tongue
So symbols in wisdom; Not any sounds are words Nor stories, parables; But angelic tongues do speak Even as donkeys are wise.
You make me smile like a smart chess move
With anticipation no less intriguing You are the ****** of ivory in the lingering key of whatever tune has been most on my mind Your heart must be yellow as a sunflower warm As it melts away and slowly warms The winter of my mind turned cold And now, amidst the houring fields Where this sound once was young How it is only my wish for the time to grow old
Another sound, another sight
Hard to admit that it’s all over
Our time together is anything but forever Been five years since we’ve part But it feels like yesterday, the way you broke my heart I guess after all this time, I’m still hoping That what we had is more than just a thing That at the very least, I meant something to you You were my first everything and you haven’t got a clue But last night, I’ve reached my end The song you made me, you gave to someone else That was the first time I heard my heart breaking With every beat it made, it was aching For the first time, in a long time, I’m choosing myself, and I’ll take this as a sign I’ll move on and forget about you There’s no sense in being hungover for you I’ll try to find my old self That whole person I was before we met I won’t let another like you break me Even if I’m alone, I’ll be as happy as I’ll ever be, you’ll see
If you find yourself wanting a sign
So you don’t go on by yourself Don’t you think that wanting a sign is proof that you should within itself?
Sweet as fruit
And looking too Until the sun crashes down Upon pale skinned youth And reveals the burnt, the blunt The obtuse truth Give me anything but such a sign I've no language left for you
Anything But Such A Sign
Hangs overhead by a solitary thread
Pommel set with Lucifer's jewel Crossguard made of crescent moon The Blade a king's interminable doom
On January 31, 2019 in the darkness before dawn I witnessed the triple conjunction of Venus, Luna, and Jupiter in perfect alignment, creating the shape of a long sword in the southern sky. Venus (the "Light Bringer") adorned the pommel, the waning crescent moon formed the crossguard, and kingly Jupiter gleamed at the blade's point. The omen was revealed to me as the fabled Sword of Damocles (dam-uh-kleez) which hangs over all those in seats of power, suspended by a single strand of hair.
To the lucky ones
in whose hands a ladybug has landed today I wish to not search for a sign or better a guise to be great.
One day these grey clouds that linger above
Will give up and allow their rain to fall The droplets like an echo of my love A shadow of the leaves that fell in fall I long to reach up with my hands and grab Those hideous clouds I wish would crash Your sign is cancer, the sign of the crab It seems we are not meant to be, we clash But I know your eyes, eyes I can't evade For that I become a ***** to that grey They bear into me as if to invade I have no complaint, I only say stay My hearts the flame that you always enrage Trapping me in passions bottomless cage
This is my first attempt at writing a sonnet
I don't know any cancer signs... it just needed to rhyme