The Island of Lost Souls
I’ve lost my home, my place, my time,
lost my luster, sparkle, shine;
the lonely road broke my stride,
broke my back, and scarred my pride.
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The Emperor IV
Astride the red horse,
his ambitions know no bounds,
honor no borders.
The Empress III
Her husband at war,
she uses cunning and guile
to protect her throne.
Taking center stage
Listen and learn,
children anew,
to the world’s turning
echo through you.
Life may leave you blue,
stoic and stern,
and stuck in a queue.
So let your spirit burn,
not merely simmer and stew,
let the bell of your return
echo through you.
The High Priestess II
In the cool moonlight,
The Priestess breathes her prayers,
chaste and otherwise.
Glutted
My spirit starts soaring,
and my libido roaring,
from the bliss
of our first kiss,
and they demand more.
The Magician I
Magician’s powers
don’t come from smoke and mirrors,
but transformation.
The Fool 0/XXII
The Fool makes merry
the king, the court, the people,
but never himself.
Tough Love
Love is complex –
it’s rarely simple;
it’s more than a reflex
to a flattering dimple.
It’s not a science,
no matter what they say.
When they’d predict compliance,
their subjects gainsay.
It is a feeling,
but that word falls short
of how love leaves you reeling
from its fierce retorts.
Perhaps love is a force:
unstoppable, immovable, and without remorse.
Pressure
My head is pounding,
the stress of it all threatens
to break me in two.
A (wise) man of two faces 