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.
In the cool moonlight,
The Priestess breathes her prayers,
chaste and otherwise.
My spirit starts soaring,
and my libido roaring,
from the bliss
of our first kiss,
and they demand more.
Magician’s powers
don’t come from smoke and mirrors,
but transformation.
The Fool makes merry
the king, the court, the people,
but never himself.
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.
My head is pounding,
the stress of it all threatens
to break me in two.
I may look plain,
but the dragons I’ve slain
in the depths of my heart
make me stand apart
with the strength I’ve gained.
The crowd pressing in,
too many, too much, too loud –
I must get away.
Once upon a time,
their love was like no other.
Once upon a time…
A (wise) man of two faces 