Freedom is but an open door to illusion.When we are "entertained" we are numbed,numbered...and herded. For we all live in The Village,all bright and colored and quaint,yet impossible to leave and driven to stay yet we dream of freedom that laughs at us...and raises it's skirt to promise easy love.We are flowers in a terrarium;growing... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
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 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 →
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....
Walking on the road away from the disheartened, wreckage of the past and it's memories and looking at life, again, with eyes on the horizon-- Inside my soul, a need for change and a lust for it's touch, as heated and impassioned as a first kiss at bedtime... I must make this new life come... Continue Reading →