The barred doors of the cell of the past and the misunderstood assumptions present in the ones close to the heart insure the cell of the future is to be a sentence of life; For the crimes of memory and resentment is a prison and offers no escape and no parole, And the key is... Continue Reading →
The horned one appears in fire; fanning the flames of the past-- and the all consuming worship of self; at the cost of the beloved many. Two blades arise and as they point to the earth, they signal a caution of the fall and to be wary of repeating the past and the lust for... Continue Reading →
On any path to a new chapter there stands a wall. It rises from the asjes of the past and spans the width of the dreams it pushes against. My wall is constructed of used liquor bottles, broken hearts and dreams, paperwork and reports piled up, and shattered emotions from my loved ones. It's mortar... Continue Reading →
They opened doors, to home naked pies and a gentle smile. They were there to greet me and smile with a crystal grin promising a love beyond measure, and leaving a world of troubles behind ...at least for a small time. She lived behind those glass jewels, and made her home in my heart. She... Continue Reading →
There is a law unwritten but enforced called "conformity"....and it is lethal. Breaking it means a death osentence of the mind although a life sentence follows. I have broken that law. I have become a number, and my identity replaced and re-written by a society that demands I remain in line, and graze with the... Continue Reading →
Stepping out of the usual haikus and short poems, I wanted to get something out into the world. I was recently given advice I am not going to take. It was given with the best of intentions and with a giving heart, but it was inherently wrong for someone like me. You see, I am... Continue Reading →
Awake so very early-- feeling, for once, at peace with how the book of my life is now being written. Chapters newly scribed, not repeated; Pages newly turned, not yellowed and moth-eaten; A binding no longer cracked and useless; A new tome with a new story to tell.
It settles in on me like a welcome friend, or a kiss from a new lover. As I sit and watch the fire begin to spread across the open air, I feel within my spirit a fresh wave of hope for a journey that beckons me onward and a past will now leave behind. Lead... Continue Reading →
The rain is driving and beating me; it pelts me like a scorned lover and soaks me to the bone as blood soaks the soul, and with the same unmerciful guilt. Wherever I go, it is there; Whatever I do or choose, It lives-- and closes its' frigid grasp around my heart and tears it... Continue Reading →
When I was a boy, I would stand on my head a nd gaze at the deepest blue sky. Surrounded by grass as green as emerald fire, I would wait there, baffled as to why I could'nt just let go of Earth and tumble into the blue. @baffled#haikuchallenge
It's always so simple. Just sign on the line and impignorate your only true currency-- After all, life is short why can't it be sweet too--? After all, the soul is fleeting and the flames beckon in life just as the ydo in hell. A bargain is a bargain. And, being up against life's wall... Continue Reading →
As a ghost or a forgotten spirit, I walk the streets with no face and no identity-- looking only for a warm smile and a doorway in which to sleep. Dreamless--for those are but shadows of the past; and, like, me-- homeless and with no place to rest.
I find a shield against the world and it's darkness, in the shining silver on my finger-- a suit of armor within a band of devotion and a promise to be kept. As a circle has no end, as a road walked beside a friend, as a life that I will spend-- within its' glimmer... Continue Reading →
Three reversed and pointing to the earth, The first, six, round and shining; warning of isolation and speaking of ruin, The second pointing e eight blades downward-- foreboding defeat and lack of hope.. Woe unto the future for the last also points a single blade to the soul and spirit, saying with the keenness of... Continue Reading →
Looking back at me is the face of distortion; changing and growing yet still afraid and knowing that each day I can still fall.... Falling and flailing against morass of psychic tar, and knowing that it came from within me makes my soul weep for all my mistakes.. and from the pain I have caused... Continue Reading →
The Ram basically gets his horns caught tight in a bush of confusion and just sits down and says: "A Screw this" I'm worn out. I'm just going to wait for this bush to either die or dry up. This day is going to suck and my horns look like crap. The End
The damn cups keep showing up first and nine of them, of course, they're reversed so I'm either in love of stuff I don't have, or something I want, I a'int getting. Great. Thanks for the great start. Then, here we go again with the King of Swords, Sitting and grinning at me like a... Continue Reading →
The days roll by with dusk arriving as an early friend, but the days themselves seeming to linger longer when you are waiting for a special time to come. Time is like and Anchor to my soul; an Anchor I must pull and toil against to get to the goal that beckons, so hard and... Continue Reading →
The Ram has climbed from it's fall and regained his strength; he has found a strong cleft in the mountain of hope and, once again, with caution in his mind and his horns ready for the challenge, he ascends to the heights of destiny and renewed light from above...
The Star shines down upon a true rebirth and of newest hopes; A new Knight appears holding the cup to be filled, lifting it high to toast a new time of balance and strength; Whilst a Tower; wrapped in fire and chaos warns that change can be unstable and forbodes chaos if the path is... Continue Reading →