TarotA Very Interesting Article on tarot can be found here I have to giggle when I think of peoples misconceptions of tarot most think they are toys used by fortune tellers at carnivals. I personally believe tarot to be a healthy tool to put you in touch with your inner consciousness, mostly those things you don’t want to deal with but baggage we all have. A common misconception of tarot is about the death card, which by the way doesn’t represent death in the rider-waite deck. It actually represents birth and renewal, so if your getting a reading done don’t freak if you draw the card it’s actually a good card.
In Dark NightsIn my darkest night, I turn and see that what was once nothing is now you and me. Laughter in my day’s and the warmth on dark cold nights, you have made all things wrong somehow almost right. I never dared to dream that smile that you give, the kindness and your loving me make’s life so worth to live. If the gods had made you no better they could do, for my love you are perfect just being you. When the road gets rough and we find we stumble on our way, there is no one more with whom I would rather get that way. When your feeling down and it just isn’t your day look to me my love and for a while I will lead the way.
For my husband, who is and will forever be my inspiration.
The VoiceToday I heard a whisper, it spoke of anger and mistrust, today I heard a whisper by a voice that sounded of hate and lust. The wind’s will blow and hold tale’s of time’s gone by, of memories of yesterday of countless fears. Walking in the shadows, through the void of time, wandering a painful walk painted by color’s dark. Can you hear the whisper the voice it calls to you it calls the mighty, and giant’s they will fall too. Through mountains and valleys and hills of snow and rain, over the tree top’s the power it might gain. Holding on so tightly, it could take a might blow, and where it may be ending only ever you will know. Today I heard a whisper and it angered me to say, that it would never end it would continue on its way. Today I heard a whisper, and looked on in a daze, for in the whisper I could here the Angels as they cried. Running I took flight, the voice I could not hear, for if I listened long enough I might drown in the fear. Many will never know what shape it took to me for even if you lingered you could never see. A lonely wandering child I might always be for this voice will forever haunt me.
Dangerous DreamsThe past it haunts me like a dangerous dream, following me until I rip at the seams. Blood drips and I see that’s it mine, slowly and more slowly I die inside. Like a shadow you whisper it in my ear but like a demon you pretend it’s not real. I only know to what I feel, not understanding when your love went dead. I only meant to make you see that what was before you was only me
PoemA lonely tear drop shed for words she cannot say. A whisper that missed it’s mark floating into the past. Unheard the words that can’t be said the thought’s that won’t be shed. Tree’s make shadows on the roads she walks, a road less trod will be her way, and though they may not see she will be just she. Lonely though it may be she will find her way for if not to be heard it was said on that day.
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