#divination
nine swords
nine swords
adorn my wall
taunting me with their potential
to bore through my back
carefully plotting their fall
keeping me up at night
and holding me back in life
trying to see with blurred sight
while taking on all internal strife
nine swords perched on my wall
how have i managed to collect them all?
what can i do if they happen to fall?
do i have what it takes to overhaul?
one more in my back, and I’ll be clinging to the floor
too in distress, missing necessary rest
fearing i can never settle the score
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 5:16 PM UTC
Another day for discovery, another dance of fate
One that's guaranteed to please, the stars have set this date
The twins are free, the moon is high, and Mars has come in line
And on this, the 5th, my lucky day, I have to rise and shine
With fingers crossed and wood well-knocked, I leave my lonely place
The words of the fortune cookie have put a smile upon my face
With lucky penny and rabbit's foot, my future must be sound
But, just in case, when I spy the ladder, I will choose to go around
I'm lucky 21 today and I've wished upon my star
No mirrors broke or salty spills, no black cats on my path
A brand new year, to quell my fears, and act on all my schemes
Today's my day, destined to meet, the stranger of my dreams
But as my lucky day unfolds, and my hopes are stretched and bruised
The world continues just the same, like it doesn't know my rules
And expectation is not met, nor new advantage gained
For though the signs are all in place, the day is just the same
What has gone wrong, why is this so, have I left something out?
This day should be so joyful, and make me sing and shout
Yet as day's end nears and I taste the tears, of disappointment and despair
A sudden thought occurs to me, that I can hardly bear
Little rabbit, tucked in my purse, and nestled at my side
Who offers luck and promises, a life changing surprise
He paid a price for lucky feet, for that which he was bred
He hops no more, and twitches not, for little bunny's dead
And as I ponder on rabbit's fate, a new thought comes to me
About my shining lucky penny, that grandma gave to me
That trinket has daily been with me, since I was only nought
Yet, didn't stop the darker days, that life and loss have wrought
And what of horsey, free and fair, who wants to run and neigh?
But lost his shoe and was tethered to, become a human's slave
My breath was short and my face was wet, as I sought the truth to see
That planets were indifferent and not aware of me
No clover found, no lucky star, no bad luck from spilled salt
And the dreamcatcher above my bed, also nightmares caught
And even old Saint Christopher, who was meant to protect me
Didn't help the day I crashed my car into a tree
And suddenly, I knew the truth, with my future plain to see
That all these things were not in control, that it was up to me
That sometimes we have accidents and illnesses and such
And objects would not be for us, a prevention or a crutch
That stars and numbers just exist, and birthdays will come and go
And sometimes we will make mistakes, and life will ebb and flow
And realizing all these things, I suddenly felt free
And vowed then to prepare myself, for future misery
For all the rituals and the charms, and lucky numbers too
Had not produced a happy life, or made a future new
I take control and steer my life, by my own deeds instead
For rabbit's foot could not help him, and sadly, bunny's dead
Nov 22, 2025
Nov 22, 2025 at 10:07 AM UTC
I drink it all
like a thirsty creature
from the scarred hands
of my God
loving
nurturing
Sep 27, 2021
Sep 27, 2021 at 8:29 AM UTC
The intuitive pushes and reassuring synchronicities have calmly, carefully come back to me; a gentle invitation for personal growth. With smooth tumbled aventurine and rose quartz held against my chest, I reap the rewards of universal, unconditional love, and abundant opportunity. Chosen through loving, intentional divination, I separated them from the other stones I cherish deeply, but do not need today. Once again I am reminded of the strength I carry within - that I am a soul with a body, not a body with a soul.
Apr 2, 2021
Apr 2, 2021 at 6:48 AM UTC
Speak to the muses blamed for your bruises—
They might say something yet.
Forget that the news is staring right through this—
Their blades with blood are wet.
You know you and I, we peer through the sky—
Feeling for fates unset.
Even though they lie about where or why—
I knew I’d ne’er forget.
Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 6:05 PM UTC
_/There is no fellow in the firmament._
but only fire can cast down raging blood,
running through the city, flagrant
smoke on a collonade of scepters, raised
— line by line: note the conspirator in the masses
_Doth not Brutus brotherless kneel?/_
traitorous hands, leaking red
_/Speak hands, for me!_
— from a dagger plunged deep through the heart of eruption it
spills chaotical, arterial, sinful
down and down ribbons of life
crown in rotation: halted
on tumbling tyrrant, passes guiltless largesse from hand sought to
hands yet seeking, searching
[whisperings]
"but on what grounds is usurpation justified?"/
"what cavity yet persists in the dawn of these reds rising?"
kneeling king, sodden with loss
bend for me —
_Et tu, Bruté?/_
screamitbloodymurdersingitholydivination
_Then fall, Caesar._
Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 10:34 PM UTC
Anthomancy
Arithmancy
Auramancy
Bibliomancy
Botanomancy
Capnomancy
Cartomancy
Cryptomancy
Dictiomancy
Grammomancy
Hypnomancy
Ichnomancy
Knissomancy
Lithomancy
Lunamancy
Macharomancy
Micromancy
Necromancy
Nephomancy
Numismatomancy
Oneiromancy
Pallomancy
Rhapsodomancy
Shufflemancy
Stareomancy
Symbolomancy
Theomancy
Xylomancy
Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 4:53 AM UTC
"Sonnets From a Conversation With a Friend XXIV "
Divine your soul's degree it is the sucker
Of rotting mind flesh off the bright light core
A red flashing neon exploding door
To heaven is causally over
Looked for excitements and anger little
Rubber hammers of perception tap mind
Tendons born formed or this life conditioned
And we **** **** **** our days away as chattel
To fault-full man-made process rationaled
Buy this! Get wet for this! Dream this! Consume your
HOLE LIFE CONSUME!!! and sigh the wish for more
Stoppage is not in time just now crafted
Body movements speak louder than words blow
Chunks!!! there's a full heap of actions to go
Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 12:47 PM UTC
"I mean we were destined to fail, I've read every card in the deck, scry'd every crystal in the store. Looked for meanings in the Stars, the tea, the cracks in the pavement. Fishbones, wishbones, my palms and the swirls at the back of my eyelids. Can't you see?"
"I see. The magpies came in two's."
"Exactly, there's happiness somewhere."
"Just not here."
"Yes. Just not here."
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 6:59 AM UTC
Ripped, torn, misconstrued
ribbons, from hand to fist
rivals of the paste and glue
rhyme, prose, unholy trist
Wiles, words, and wisdom
worn, on body and on head
wishes for better systems
winding up, not dead
Driving, directing, an epiphany
determined thoughts, not always said
dynamic in your company
portents and bones, that Ive' read
Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 5:47 PM UTC
That loneliness deep in my soul
It's hurting my heart
Trying to take hold
I love the warmth
Please don't go cold
Stay young at heart
Please don't grow old
Keep your spark
Don't become jaded
Stay out of the dark
You're Illuminated
Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 2:45 AM UTC
Psychedelic souls
Connecting together, making a flow
Sharing what we know
Creating an awakened show
Gather round and watch the smiles glow
Talk to people and help them grow
Give them something to believe in
Help them stop the constant grievin
People need a break
This world can be hard to take
Show them how happiness feels
Show them that its deeply real
Access the love and higher vibrations
Teach them creativity and concentration
Be the change you wish to see
We have the same purpose, you and me
This worlds a trip and we should treat it as much
Teach people to heal with a gentle touch
Energy flowing through our bodies and all around
Manifest with imagination, art, and sound
Create what we want to exist in 3D
Connecting with higher dimensions is the key
You have everything you need inside
Don't hurt your brain looking far and wide
The collective consciousness is overflowing inspiration
For the world it's an invitation
To express what you see
Keeping your mind open and free
Heal yourself and your energy
Take some supplements and drink some tea
Create a world we don't have to flee
Decalcify your third eye and join me
Embody the expansiveness you can be
They're not coincidences they're synchronicity
Everything is connected here and beyond
Your own body is the magic wand
A conduit of energy and the divine
Anyone can understand what I'm saying if they open their mind
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 1:03 AM UTC
i do as a ritual
or sometimes
have lost a wedding ring
intended for Blanca
but
yo soy
enchanter
1
2
3
4
5
6
each is part of a knucklebone
a divination of entrails
and all games
eternally
are fated to decide
nothing
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 7:01 PM UTC
Miss Maiden,
might I compare you
to that of the guillotine?
Your swooping grace
like the edge of a
shining
silvery blade
that curves and cuts
across the sky
so seductively
slitting the throat
of the horizon
From the threshold of dreams
to bring a new day
Where we feed our blood
back into the monotonous machine
then drop to our knees
and pray for divine intervention
My femme fatale,
Could you take me out of this?
to break cycle
before you wax away
You know you were always
my favorite deity,
*Artemis, Artemis
You’re the art I miss
from a life unfulfilled
From the music*
The untold story
agonizing inside
writhing for a release
So I’m drawing you down
to this plane
to hunt me as a willing sacrifice.
Won’t you drop from the sky
and come blow my mind?
Just leave my head in the basket.
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 2:25 AM UTC
Bright child of the Tarot, a new age awaits you –
but not through the mazes you’re wandering in.
Your gypsy desire and clairvoyant excursions
are setting your beautiful brain all a-spin.
The dog at the precipice barks out a warning:
the FOOL, the MAGICIAN and PRIESTESS are wrong
Pay no heed to their signs and the omens around you –
let faith be your shield when the DEVIL seems strong.
JUSTICE, as blind as the HERMIT is *****
has seen that our TOWER is stricken and doomed.
The SUN, MOON and STARS in their orbits bear witness
as LOVERS in ******* to DEATH are consumed…
Egypt can’t help you – the CHARIOT‘s stalled
While the TEMPERANCE angel was mixing the drinks.
The EMPRESS (a tedious feminist) preaches
an upside down future, the HANGED MAN thinks…
Though the WHEEL almost crushes you turning this way
And the staff of correction has battered you hard
I am sure you will make it, if only you pray
to the sovereign elector who holds every card
for a ray of redemption to light up your way.
Let the major arcana now bow and acknowledge
as JUDGMENT is sounded and shatters the sky
that righteous and just is the blessed Redeemer
who loves every lunatic card-addled dreamer
like you and like me. Therefore hear as I cry
that the WORLD in its fulness can’t harbor His love –
nor the heavens within nor without nor above…
May the HIEROPHANT‘s dynasty wither away
and the EMPEROR‘s scepter be broken to shards
as the breath of God’s Spirit comes into our world
to reveal the true STRENGTH of your house made of cards.
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 9:50 PM UTC
There’s a crystal ball that sits on my dresser
that I never fully learned how to use. There’s
a pack of Tarot cards that reside beneath my
pillow that I use to play solitaire with. I
have never known what it means to
“Be like Jesus.”
I find the numbers
13 and 18
to be rather unlucky, which is probably why
I branded one onto me externally and the
other internally. I wonder if my grandmother
now knows the secrets of the world, if my
battle-eyed grandfather knows the
key to redemption. I wonder if
my sister ever learned how to control
the talking skulls in her closet.
I wonder what my Pastor would say about
my fear of Purgatory.
Three days
three weeks
three years
five years later and I am still waiting for
Absolution.
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 3:16 AM UTC
I’ve been thinking about hands
a lot lately and how fingerprints are like
permanent, foreshadowing tree rings
etched onto our beings; I wonder if
the number of rings on my palms have any
correlation to the number of years I’ll live or
the number of years he’ll live or the number of
years that she lived. I’ve been thinking a lot about
life lines and heart lines
and if there is any stock to be found in palmistry;
I wonder how my fate line got to be
so muddled with my luck line.
I see my life the way a clairvoyant would:
in cut-up and choppy strips of film—
I should have seen the omens,
I should have read the smoke signals,
I should have recognized the cards.
Act One began on a waning crescent moon
and continued until its gluttonous belly
had swollen with light; I thought to
myself that craniums made of gallium
often melt the quickest, that blood filled
with plutonium often flows the slowest. I would
have given my body up to the pathologist free of charge,
would have let him dig his hands into my entrails for
some sort of divination, some sort of revelation—
I was never told to beware the Ides of June
nor the Kalends of November.
Act Two began with the birth of Jack Frost
and has been continuing without intermission for
the past four celestial cycles; I thought to
myself that heart valves made of sodium polyacrylate
often love the most, that sinkholes disguised as
fingertips often feel the deepest. He whispered
in my ear cliched words about not believing in
God, but how I made him feel blessed, and in
that moment I knew he was the oneiromantic being
that had been shadowing my dreams since 1996—
I guess you could say that, sometimes,
I believe in love.
There is an art to fortune-telling
there is an art to hands
there is an art to bones
there is an art to dreams, and over the years,
I have found them coinciding more often
than not. In my sleep, in notebooks, in
irises, in mirrors, in poetry, in small little sighs.
I do not know if I believe in fate or destiny, in
God, in auras, or in the Blood Moon Prophecy,
but I do know that I believe in you. I find myself writing
sappy verses and smelling your shirts and I do
not know if it is because I miss you or if it is because
I’m bored or if they’ve somehow
mergedintothesamething.
I’ve been wondering a lot lately about
where you show up on my hands; about where
he showed up and where she showed up. I want
to know which lines bisect and which lines fall
short; I want to know if the resemblance between
mother and daughter
continues into that of my palm lines. I want to know
if my life line matches hers and if my heart line
is even worth giving away—
find me in your crystal ball, make me
your sacrificed animal, look for my body
in the stars, and we will know that
it was all made to be.
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 7:02 PM UTC