"tarots" poems
One cries from a foxhole
A tear splashes an urn
Some dance laced in bootstraps
Many diminished returns
Two shuffle tarots
“All in!” Shouts a third
Homesteads brandish wind chimes
Infant dreams lay deferred
A quiet malarkey
As hunger pangs ring
Piled high, bullion
Cages hearts and clips wings
Jul 15, 2012
Jul 15, 2012 at 1:00 AM UTC
As the night shifts, the glass prints
The universe retorts and restores
Connective strands pulls from dark
Exposed from the rumbled tosses
Mosses generate, diversified integration
Masses inaugurated in magical reality
Electrified from the syndical sorrows
Tarots of the forgiven, sad sung songs
The tree branches held strong as I slid
The town halls illuminated to capture
A magnificence of a nature umbilical
Enclosed in the warmth of the placenta
My centre cored on the base of the earth
A need to belong on grounded dense soil
Calm tornados and typhoons unheated
Treated in fountained grace of existence
Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 12:44 PM UTC
The kids are in the backroom
trying their hands at whiskey and ****
and lung cancer
with one too many ideas of glorification
but look at them -
watch them all try to be mean, hurt souls -
they all sound the same
the same post-rockstar lamentations
of the “Oh-so-cruel-world”
they’re fine with playing the victim
Now watch them cut horizons across forearms and thighs
This cry for help isn’t quite loud enough
to drown out the laughtrack soundtrack coming from my TV
I’m slow dancing with the Devil
in a candle lit room
romantic as all hell
I think I should lunge in for the fiery kiss
the Devil is one pretty *** chick
her belly full with all the reckless children
but I am wary -
I’ve always had issues with intimacy
and the great temptress is no different
we played a game of cards and became fast friends
as her tarots told me everything I wanted to hear
I asked her if she wouldn’t mind keeping my angst for safe keeping
so I can dip my pen in on occasion
but she jet set for the back door with my ego
and left me, Screaming through the night sky
back across the river of souls
Standing me up for the big dance number
the Devil is one mean *****
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 10:51 AM UTC
the e m p r e s s ordered
the commencement of building a house
out of hearts
a member of the roundtable
mere a f o o l
damnations
& agreements
blasphemy is law, fingers sew
whatever
ears hear
mouths out
the k n i g h t is at most a j a c k
ripping off ****** organs, blood-pumpers
the snow-clad land is tainted in crimson
hands are dripping scarlet
just a matter of tarots
nailed onto the town hall's board
and j o k e r s are us
this comedy show
logic rusting in the mind's attic
lambs and inanimate s h e p e r d s
for we are blind
for we believe
Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 2:39 PM UTC
Things are not the same. Retrograde. Time to take control of this play.
As your mom alternates the waves, rivers and death's signal. I recognize the elements in all of you.
Ascension is the lesson. 'Good' & Bad' are perspective control definitions, even in TAROTS
Words can be disruptive rather then constructive.
Opportunity, shows it's face as ambiguity.
who said you ACTUALLY Knew me?
These Triggers towards your conscious connection
The things your uncomfortable talking about will always be protected. (Here)
Disruptive...
Protect yourself make sure everything is the way it should be.
The TRIGGER IS to not be conservative, DON'T miss out on a opportunity, don't fall for the fake fantasy success in your head.
Opportunity...
really be aware who you're associated with, It's tough to make a Conscious connection
Change has to happen !!!
The power of this reading, yes these words are truly alive and breathing.
Be a rock this month this also resets the next month you read this....bless.
Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 1:56 PM UTC