Third in a collection of poems about the Tarot. |
The Winds of Fate (Tarot 3) ( written * 7-11-13 to 9-26-13) The fool went to search for justice and clarity. Judgment didnāt leave much to chance or disparity. The High Priestess sought to promote the sense of intuition, in the shadow of the tower and some living in on the streets and few in institutionsā¦ The wheel of fortune turned toward the unity Of all beings. Comparing all the Fools, Pages, Knights, Kings and Queens. The Hermit above watched from the mountain, as something Appeared, The cup of Aces above the fountain. Drawing folks close from near & far, some happy yet confused as they looked for a guiding star. They could finally understand what was happening that day. Some started to cry, others knelt down to pray. Some lit candles and incense, some could not make sense. The morning of the magic judgment started. Many above would come below, to heal the broken-hearted. Creatures of light, that were misty colored rainbow beings, looking for the ones stabbed with the ten of swords by those who choose to be mean. Some had long gave up on hope, too many turned to abusers and dope. Victims and survivors both sinking on boats, The wise ones held on & kept rowing faster to keep them afloat. Love was thicker then blood for a chosen few, even less knew what to do. The evil ones started to run. They knew inside this day would comeā¦ They squandered their talents, resources & such, Till heavenās tears cried out ENOUGH IS ENOUGHā¦ The ones who gave all kept their souls because they were determined and tough! |