"ascendant" poems
Virgo in the ascendant,
Saturn in decline,
A retrograding antidote,
A calculated rhyme;
Overtones of melancholy,
Undertones of mirth,
A surfeit of misfortune,
Of musery a dearth
Faithless Fortune taps her foot,
While plotting my demise,
A rhythm most unruly,
A metaphor unwise;
In minutes and in seconds,
She wreaks havoc on my pen,
A glib faux pas, no coup de grâce...
And so I start again.
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_My zodiacal tendencies,
Triumphant in their prime,
Fade to skepticism
As life spins on a dime._
Nov 11, 2021
Nov 11, 2021 at 2:22 PM UTC
Have you ever watched a wild horse’s rage when they try to tame it in? Or ever watched a wild leopard fight back, when they Try to steal it’s skin? Have you ever watched a lion’s fierce roar, when they try to cage it in? Like the wild, leave me.wild child.
My love flow like rivers, It comes deep as the seas. My emotions can be contagiously calming but can change like the ties of a raging sea. I don't know where I am going, but I know where I been, I desire to live like the wild, I rebell when cage in. Living to be free, Independent spirit of a loner wolf. Jane to Tarzan? yea... I would live like them if I could. Wishes to be unconstrained by society. How could I be put in a box. When you have courage like a lion an strength of an ox. Can not be compared to a thing, or an ordinary human being. Gypsy by heart, obsession for freedom, born bohemian Queen. Though control over others can be a blessing, more of a curse. When flesh and ego bound by unresolved past, turns me into the worse. But my awareness of it all, picks me up from the fall. and leads me back to soul, when I hear divinity call. Ancestors guide me,Truth in the stars. Moon child in chart. Pisces in sun. scorpio by ascendant, Venus ram thrives, I see God in the sun. My soul is undefined, Old fashioned and style. Mind me like nature and love me like the wild.
Have you ever watched a wild horse’s rage when they try to tame it in? Or ever watched a wild leopard fight back, when they Try to steal it’s skin? Have you ever watched a lion’s fierce roar, when they try to cage it in? Like the wild, leave me.wild child.
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 10:59 PM UTC
Your kindness will light up the dark caverns of my heart
bring to mind my warring thoughts
and I will buckle under the weight of myself
until mercy once again is in the ascendant, and love welcomes me home,
the prodigal and faithful personalities torments, reconciled once again.
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 11:57 AM UTC
Please, please, first listen to this, if you are unfamiliar with this musical piece
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kllZlF6mB2s
~~~~~~~~~~~
you thought you didn't know it,
but you did
somewhere a wedding, a movie
and you thought how beautiful
I hear it
each note distinct, unique and a
passageway to the next and the next
a transcendence
a generation
an uplifting
an arousal
a smoothing
a calming
a weeping
smithy of words,
I have read,
I have writ
words that gut punch me,
round my mouth into oh's,
cause me weeping endless
but this music
arrests and rests me,
miracle each time
I walk on its waters
how utter fools we be
to have "lost" this
for over three hundred years!
I rediscover it each time
somewhere a wedding a movie
and you thought how beautiful
for me, a funeral,
play it for me at
my funeral,
hold it in a
wedding chapel,
so with it,
upon hearing its invocation,
I may thee wed
thereafter, when you stumble on it
our vows be timely renewed,
and
though apart,
together,
we will weep, once more,
transcendent, once again,
ascendant, then and now
Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 5:26 PM UTC
Famine had come to our shores
The poor and weak it claimed.
It was our staple, the potato, which failed.
There was no lack of grain.
The landlords were exporting crops
While they watched their tenants bide.
A crueler death than Cromwell gave
Back when he let God decide.
The Wealthy were the Protestants,
centuries in the ascendant.
The victims, mostly Catholic,
of native Celts descendant.
Starvation is a lingering death.
It is not quick or kind.
Green Grass was, for many,
the last meal on which they dined.
When our neighbor, Kitty Kelly, died,
too proud to take the soup.
We boarded ship for old New York
And left behind our youth.
Dec 15, 2011
Dec 15, 2011 at 8:05 PM UTC
Embellish your lies with a wreath
to evade the wretched truth.
Wrap it around them as a sheath,
prudent as to not show ruth.
Cajole me into thinking that
most harm done is inadvertent,
and those harmed are still intact,
on their way to the top, ascendant.
Plant in me the bliss
I have been yearning for.
Elate me with calmness
from the surface of my being,
down to my very core.
Expiate the job of the universe,
and allow us all to lapse.
Leaving behind a world--cursed,
yet free of sullen poets.
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 7:13 AM UTC
f this.
and that.
f the soul-sucking siphons.
f the **** ******** on all the things.
f the wretched that ravages souls.
f plundering the vast unknown. f the broken that breaks us apart. f the pain that can’t find the exit door. f the non sequiturs that never stop. f all the thinks I'll never get to know. f the desert that evaporates technicolor dreams. f the reams of unsung ink.
f getting up too early. f never enough sleep.
f having no focus because mind is always trying to escape.
f the architects of this unending industrialized violent puppet reality TV.
f not having patience for utmost important because basic survival in this free range slave menagerie is just too overwhelming and chips away daily at already threadbare sanity.
f the aches under these ribs always begging for more.
f the abyss that eats cravings caved in for breakfast.
f the knowing that knows how awesomely amazingly brilliant loving flipping mind-glowingly ecstatic and jovial like a MF this existence could be.
it haunts me:
iridescent reflective ascendant peacocked wings
fluttering phoenixflies burst from ill-fit cocoons
surfing air so ******* fresh
even the Lorax ain’t got **** to say - he’s dancing
with kombucha in one hand and a DMT pipe in the other
at the festival called, I dunno, Just Because it’s ******* Monday
and we could
love and make and dream and play
all day every day every year every life...
and I look over
at this giddy ******
epic little boy version of me
and I think:
****
I have to keep trying
keep believing in the things
because the thought of leaving him
in this world, as-is
without me
is the hardest thing
I’ve ever had to think
Apr 10, 2017
Apr 10, 2017 at 11:44 AM UTC
Cold winds blow and wash over clothes less skin
The argent shining of suns long away covers earth
I stand waiting, as I ever have, with hope and humour
The dawn shall come soon
And be with me
In glory
The birth of a new day, resplendent in the possible
The chill beauty of the night gracefully fades
The bright wonder of the day sweeps
In waves across the world
The new dawn suffuses the hills, a golden flow of light
Warmth on my face, looking at the ascendant sun
Breath catches as colours erupt in riotous desire
The dawn has come
She stands with me
In wonder
The day has come, the existence of all is truth
Land breathes, voices risen in greeting
Life has arrived, we cry.
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 1:32 AM UTC
aquarius rising
age of the future
brotherhood of man
beginning with psychic
compelled creative
created to follow a perfect plan
disillusioned
discovering the essence of
emotions of the higher mind
ephemeris pointing true
for illustration that is me
forget me not as is my ascendant sign
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 12:24 AM UTC
The Earth is purged:
Human ghosts
Once hung in elemental pores
Have been released,
Ascendant from dirt
And salt.
Evening vespers complete
After one-thousand years
Of denial,
They take flight into ether,
Each ascension signified
In violent purple hues,
Clean breaks.
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 8:13 PM UTC
I’m lying on a beach, sun-punched subconscious
not too hot as a briny breeze still blows ashore,
but warm and melted onto the ground
like candle wax spilled over
nearby recumbent girls, unmoving as statues,
**** Aphrodites raised of sand and sea foam
splay across loose opened chitons
unfurling scents of oils and lotions,
awaiting their animation from kisses of salt mist
or ocean tide come in too close
they’d vanish by next glance
lost in minutes or hours passed
the impressions they’d left filled with glistening sparkles,
constellations of miniature stars fusing
then extinguishing by pairs to gray flatness
ascendant on gulls' laughter, wind-stretched,
entangled among broken waves
in an endless silk scarf god once made
but left behind in his dream at dawn
when light then carved each grain its shape -
this beach for me to sleep on
Sep 12, 2011
Sep 12, 2011 at 9:14 AM UTC
Day
Day is plain
By night
My matter transforms
Becoming ascendant
Day
Day is so plain
By night
I become someone else
Take my real form
Day is
the suffocation
By moonlight my
constricted lungs
are briefly fixed
The writer scratches a note to their side,
She moves through day to the night like bright lightning on the somber sky.
Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 1:35 AM UTC
*where every millenia one bird flies past
and alters the stone that would have sacrificed itself to idols*
The poem is written loosely in my clothing. I wrap it into my hair
decorated with sighs as I prepare to leave home each morning
I check myself in the mirror and in all possible reflections,
just to be sure it hasn't unraveled in the absence of audience
or that some subtle aspect of it's beauty hasn't morphed
into something else since last I looked.
What you think is vain is simple.
Is there anything I might have missed?
Look again. Look again.
What have you missed?
How am I ever to find God when all I want is Art?
Given: To be an artist is to be driven solely by sin.
Lustful enough to encompass the world,
Greedy.
Vain enough to imagine that God with her many arms,
mother and eater of worlds
could be woven into the ascendant strata of my spine.
She could climb up from my gut a ladder built of the basest desires
and from the space between hemispheres, jump out across the synapse
as light cast into the void, and echo of herself to herself singing only I am.
Mar 18, 2012
Mar 18, 2012 at 8:07 PM UTC
the road I walk,
I do not wish
to tread the rock
and rubble alone
companion, I pray
unhappily dependent
viewed resplendent
heard, small talk
subjected prey
boredom's side dish
lovely to have known
heart under lock
I ask, I knock
hope transcendent
drained of begging, weak groan
voice, dry chalk
squirm like a fish
counterpart delay
hold me as we sway,
embrace rewinds the clock
wooden panel, veil swish
secondly ascendant
refusal to balk
lifeline thrown
stoic face of stone
temperament at bay
creating small flock
promise, not a hock
slipping independent
dreams, strength squish
life in a whish
favor over crone
emotive attendant
vulnerable, I lay
life smock
eternal ****
firm the dock
lifetime pock
everlasting gray
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 4:10 PM UTC
I wish for her - and wishing's not my wont -
then moments later ween my wish too much.
To see her, hold her hand, is all I want
to wean me of her distant love by touch.
So I must words most tenderly select,
-to woo this wish from her I deem most fair-
write them, speak them, fight them till correct.
Ascendant recitation, be my prayer:
Give me this day, an hour of your time,
forgive me if affection makes me bold,
but tempt me, lead down paths to verse and rhyme
and I'll deliver beauties yet untold.
Unlock this gated garden of the heart
and henceforth ever play the muses part.
Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 2:29 AM UTC
A mountain dweller clung the livelong
day...rank and nude...fuschia skies sequenced.
Surrogate family to ram, serpent, eagle--
inebriate of consciousness, holy spurn.
Of rubble and dappled shadow, G*d's
wayside seed sown...severe eyes, Witness expressly.
He could crowd fire, latch to it--rocking in
orange flashes.
A swarm of chants uplift and pivot him...
flying a thousand names for not this, nor that...
as That.
A haunting inheritance whole--ascendant
body of mind...transfiguring locus of
whitening white...there pardoned of nature,
supernatural panache.
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 11:51 PM UTC
It’s midnight on June 24th. We’re returning from a “Hot Wax” concert - they were wretched. We’re heading back to Paris tomorrow, so we decided to just stop at the (Kube Hotel) lounge for nightcaps.
Everyone was stirred-up and tight as a violin string when we heard that the “Extreme Court” threw out “Roe vs Wade’s” constitutional guarantees - the latest signal of Americas ascendant entropy.
Following that, was a ruling that threw out New York’s gun restrictions. “Republicans wear compassion like a costume,” Anna pronounces, “what “right to life” IS there, if every nutcase can walk around with a machine-gun. Haven’t they been watching the news?”
Leong, who’s always willing to discuss the superiority of the communist system, susurrates, to no one in particular, “Abortions are legal in China and unless you have a hunting license - guns are illegal.”
“Maybe we should move there,” Lisa says, ingenuously, holding up her drink toastingly, her face tinted a gleaming, bourbon gold in reflected light.
Returning to our suite, 3 hours later, Sophy’s adopted a mode of travel involving swerves and leaning heavily on things. Which Leong, who was not doing much better, finds hilarious. “Use your signals!” Leong says after barely dodging one of Sophy’s flailing arms.
“Two loves I have - of comfort and despair.” Sunny quotes, in her richest, Shakespearian voice.
“There’ll be no uncomfortable beds tonight,” I say, searching my bag for my phone, which has the suite key in an attached card-holder. Charles’ room is directly across from ours and I see him shaking his head as both of our doors close.
We’ve adopted a motto, “live to exhaustion,” and I think, to myself, that we’re living up to it, as I flop onto my bed and the world goes dark.
Jun 29, 2022
Jun 29, 2022 at 12:04 PM UTC
Man is but a bank of superstitious sect .
puffed up with heavy materialistic hankering.
its lust is more ascendant important at set .
than the real harken of his objective living .
a surfeit that adds more surfeit in covetous .
and at proper meditation he desires more than needs.
insatiable and lover of sin than peace seed .
their life is castle of dread and fire of hell .
man hates what he mostly likes and all his repel .
tend your ear from diurnal up down penumbra .
the one that tells you are much lugubrious.
will turn up and reprobate you are cacophonous .
selfishness and self glorification is very obnoxious .
while puffed up with pride and such mischief .
why wont you hanker for a firmament of reliefs.
that brings upon hatred and forces to injustice .
he who loves God should behold with peace.
but when you are peace minded you display its light .
and you contented with your resort and grudge not for other right.
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 4:35 PM UTC
Ma muse est une mère poulpe italienne
Ascendant méduse kabyle
Ses tentacules sont des bras de mer interminables
Pour prétendre être l'objet du désir
De cette dame au coeur en éternelle couvaison
Pour prétendre dérober le coeur
De cette diva enrobée de charmes
Il faut être juste un homme vrai et honnête
Une personne simple et honnête
Un maxim'homme de collection
Localisé à vingt kilomètres grand maximum.
Un énergumène simple et honnête
Spécimen rare du règne mâle,
Un bibelot de chair, d'os et de sang,
Un prototype de papier bien mâché
Qui pratique la randonnée,
La cuisine et partage sa passion
Foetale pour le règne animal.
Bref un phénomène tout simple,
Tendre et goûteux et iodé dans l'idéal
Qu'elle cuisinerait à feux doux avec ses airelles,
Un vrai de vrai,
Un authentique,
Un certifié, cachet de la poste faisant foi,
Un preux sanglier caméléon de pré salé
Sans peur et sans reproche,
Telle est la recherche de ma muse
Kabytalienne.
Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 2:17 AM UTC
I would always favorite some signs over others. I would always say "Oh I'm so glad that I have no gemini in me" or "I'll never have a scorpio baby one day." But after analyzing you, I have learned that you are a little bit of each sign and that is beautiful to me. I've learned that each sign has contributed very special and important traits to craft you just the way you are. I am no longer so close minded towards some signs, you have taught me that beauty can come from any and all of them.
I love that you are a Taurus and that I am a Virgo and that that is a great compatibility. I love that we are both Earth signs and stable and practical because of this. I love that your Taurus sun allows you to be patient, calm, and cautiously slow. I love that you live simply and if it's not broken, you don't fix it. I love that your Gemini ascendant is the reason you are so restless and why your eyes wander all over the room and back in a matter of a few seconds. I love that your Gemini moon provides you with a quick intellectual mind and persistency. I love that your Mercury is Taurus provides your constructive mind and your second nature of observing. I love that your Venus in Aries allows you to be strongly sensual and flirtatious. Your Mars in Leo allows your great drive to put your ideas into actions and your warm, lucky personality. Your Jupiter in Sagittarius is why you think big and profit accordingly, and provides your higher mind capacity. Your Saturn in Pisces is your vivid imagination and intuition. Your Uranus in Aquarius is your inventiveness and originality, your wry sense of humor and your unique mind. Your Neptune in Capricorn is why you are extra practical and concrete, and good at Chemistry (your major)! Your Pluto in Scorpio is your tendency towards secrecy, psychic abilities, and passionate side. Mars in your 3rd house is your determination and need to stay active and speak your mind. Jupiter in your 6th house is your success in work, loyalty, and dependability. Pluto in your 6th house is your excellent concentration and intent on seeing results. Neptune in your 8th house is why you are a visionary and you seek to give your life more meaning. Uranus in your 8th house is your unusual outlook on life & death. Saturn in your 10th house is your self-reliance, ambition, perseverance, self discipline, and likelihood of achieving success. Venus in your 11th house is your sociable side and your desire to marry a friend. The Sun in your 12th house is why you enjoy privacy and quiet, you have difficulty expressing yourself, you are only close to a few, and success may come later in life for you. Your Mercury in your 12th house is your tendency to be contemplative, and your ability to work things out for yourself. Your Moon in your 12th house is your sensitive side, your reception and intuition towards others, your tendency to hide your real feelings, your need to get away from others to restore yourself, and your creative imagination.
Nov 28, 2016
Nov 28, 2016 at 2:51 AM UTC
today
i let the dawn
arrive
for once
without trepidation
i allow the cool
mercurial rays
to banish all
the woes of night
and fill the sails
of trailing dreams
i have left fluttering
in my wake
in this
new light
i am disquieted
by a morning chill
but resist the comfort
of my own arms
i refuse to confide
in the hunched shoulders
and retracted limbs
of uncountable years
of instinctual defenses
today
i finally see
the beauty
in a rising star
and allow myself
to be seen
by the dawn
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 11:39 PM UTC
My apologies Tasmanian Tiger, for the brute carelessness of the Hominid settlers. I was quite aware of you being one of the few marsupials... yes the sworn to be ascendant earthlings are out of pocket. Well I never got to meet you personally but I’m sure you was charged with great energy. Thank you for serving a purpose here on our heavenly body.
P.S. maybe one day you’ll arrive again, and maybe us homosapiens will be expunged from this orb.
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 3:01 PM UTC