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 →
I point the finger of judgement at a man who has, through words, and actions, made a family into wreckage; where the only casualties are those who once loved him. Through bluster and rage and words thrown like razors, he carved a swath of bitterness and biting spite through what was his guiding light. He... Continue Reading →
The Ram has slipped from the cleft and has fallen onto the ledge below that overlooks a desolation. He struggles to get to his feet...alone. He will have a mighty job to climb the rocks and, again, see the sun and the summit but now he lies in torment. He raises himself in pain, to... Continue Reading →
Three are drawn, open and ready to fill themselves with abandoned relationships and lost bonds; Two carved of wood appear, writing in words invisible that life is distrupted and made less through conflict; A mighty King arrives, his word drawn and held in a cold, unforgiving hand, saying " Woe to you...your inner frost will... Continue Reading →
We spent last night destroying one another; a family torn in four parts and never to mend it seems. Words, like daggers, thrown and stabbing deeply infecting each of us with the venom of spite, guilt, and rage This morning will not bring dawn but, instead, bring the darkness of silence and unsaid resentments. There... Continue Reading →
Why can't they just do what they need to? It's homework--not Rocket Science! Just do what you need to--PLEASE!!! It's ending my sanity- I just want to scream and drive around ALL THE TIME to get AWAY from the ENDLESS SCREAMING and constant WAR between us--- I have had ENOUGH of being the BAD GUY... Continue Reading →
In regards to our esteemed Leader of the "Free World", I state the following unreservedly and with full candor: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7ZUDBWCJUhw&has_verified=1
The following represents the views and opinions of myself; any connection with individuals, living or orange; is purely non-coincidental and is, in fact taken directly from the list of grievances against a certain King at the time it was written....and apply now. As in, RIGHT NOW. Substitutions have been made to NOT protect the innocent... Continue Reading →
Stand Rise Climb Strain Attain Stress Violence Stress Anger Stress Rage Stress Disappointment Stress Dead-End "Enough!" Stress "I quit!" Stress Anxiety Falling Uncertainty Stress Anxiety Family Anxiety Responsiblity Anxiety Stress Failure Self-Loathing Stress Shame Anxiety Opportunity Hope Choosing Hopeful Beginning Renewal Risk Frightened Standing Rising Climbing....