The Lady Scorpio
@TheLadyScorpio
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Candid Expression of a Scorpion
Yeah is this like confession? Like Catholic church confession? Sweet. Can't wait to hear the sins going on in this thread *gets popcorn and settles in*
Requiem for a dream; souls lost, but never forgotten.
Saved once but long ago.
By one whom have passed forth.
Unto a place, beyond, the other side.
A realm-
I know not...
I touch not...
I feel not...
I reach not...
Day or night, wonder I?
Peering onwards, fog shrouds I.
Suddenly a smile appears, a million moments, encompassed in a temporary spasm.
Fluid warmth seeping into lonely lives, shining like a beacon of light.
Look closely, for it may pass swiftly but long will it be imprinted upon your memory.
Unlike those of a photograph, but like an animal, branded.
Shake it, scrub it, seize it; unless you but tear it from you.
It lies, resting there, infallible flaws.
Did your pair of eyes truly see- what it -saw?
Betrayal of senses. A trickery of illusions.
Lost in a rabbit hole.
Hidden; emotions swimming, invisibly looming, underneath.
An iceberg, afloat yet suppressed.
The mountain of carefully placed cards collapse.
At the very top, you are faced with the Ace of Spades.
But it is the Queen of Hearts that lie at the most bottom of it all.
Covered, unseen.
So...what lies in a deck of cards?
A cut of fate, or a lucky draw?
A collage; patches, here and there.
Sewn together, to create but a tapestry.
What stories do they tell?
Listen carefully.
Saved once but long ago.
By one whom have passed forth.
Unto a place, beyond, the other side.
A realm-
I know not...
I touch not...
I feel not...
I reach not...
Day or night, wonder I?
Peering onwards, fog shrouds I.
Suddenly a smile appears, a million moments, encompassed in a temporary spasm.
Fluid warmth seeping into lonely lives, shining like a beacon of light.
Look closely, for it may pass swiftly but long will it be imprinted upon your memory.
Unlike those of a photograph, but like an animal, branded.
Shake it, scrub it, seize it; unless you but tear it from you.
It lies, resting there, infallible flaws.
Did your pair of eyes truly see- what it -saw?
Betrayal of senses. A trickery of illusions.
Lost in a rabbit hole.
Hidden; emotions swimming, invisibly looming, underneath.
An iceberg, afloat yet suppressed.
The mountain of carefully placed cards collapse.
At the very top, you are faced with the Ace of Spades.
But it is the Queen of Hearts that lie at the most bottom of it all.
Covered, unseen.
So...what lies in a deck of cards?
A cut of fate, or a lucky draw?
A collage; patches, here and there.
Sewn together, to create but a tapestry.
What stories do they tell?
Listen carefully.
(cont'd)
Take heed, take notice.
A soul tremors and quakes.
The mistress no longer conscious.
The skies part, yet heaven and hell are but at one.
May the fallen angel veer forth, harking upon their message.
Let me fall;
Free...
Down...
Unknown...
Darkness...
Light...
No longer in existence.
Only those who dare, fling apart the curtains to look into the set of window placed forth.
Shall but possess the final scroll.
What does it predict?
Falling, stumbling, running, liking a merry-go-round.
The creak of them wooden horses, teasing, taunting, daring you to join them.
Tiny lift bulbs flickering, sinister colours, resembling flames.
The mist, prances about, like children, inviting one, in laughter.
Do you hear that musical tune play, out of the music box?
No-where yet every-where at once.
I can not see, I can not grasp; nothing.
Except your face, but ever thus blurred, elusive.
Existing in a past, that appears like a vague myth.
I chase it; yet I cannot catch it.
What is in a space of emptiness?
Take heed, take notice.
A soul tremors and quakes.
The mistress no longer conscious.
The skies part, yet heaven and hell are but at one.
May the fallen angel veer forth, harking upon their message.
Let me fall;
Free...
Down...
Unknown...
Darkness...
Light...
No longer in existence.
Only those who dare, fling apart the curtains to look into the set of window placed forth.
Shall but possess the final scroll.
What does it predict?
Falling, stumbling, running, liking a merry-go-round.
The creak of them wooden horses, teasing, taunting, daring you to join them.
Tiny lift bulbs flickering, sinister colours, resembling flames.
The mist, prances about, like children, inviting one, in laughter.
Do you hear that musical tune play, out of the music box?
No-where yet every-where at once.
I can not see, I can not grasp; nothing.
Except your face, but ever thus blurred, elusive.
Existing in a past, that appears like a vague myth.
I chase it; yet I cannot catch it.
What is in a space of emptiness?
(cont'd)
A voice repeatedly calling out to me.
In desperation, I cry out, attempts at a response- I hear you, I hear you. I am coming.
Reverberating silence.
Each step, pounding rhythms like drums, deeply beating.
In my ears, within my being, at every turn.
A rise and fall, as it swell and ebbs.
Tides as connected to the moon.
Closer, closer, and closer; I go
Screeching screams.
Silent screams
Do you hear them moan out in agony?
Can you fanthom, their escape?
One master key to unleash, like a final act of magical mysteries.
Yet through the manual heave, push and pull.
As these fingers, dig deep, twisting, within me.
These guts, carelessly strewn about.
Yet, no sound.
Not even a hint, of a wisp, of winds, blowing.
Aching, burning in anguish, engulfed in anonymity
Where are you?
Where are you?
.
.
.
.
Where are you?
An empty expanse, a sea of blank echoes, staring right back at me.
A voice repeatedly calling out to me.
In desperation, I cry out, attempts at a response- I hear you, I hear you. I am coming.
Reverberating silence.
Each step, pounding rhythms like drums, deeply beating.
In my ears, within my being, at every turn.
A rise and fall, as it swell and ebbs.
Tides as connected to the moon.
Closer, closer, and closer; I go
Screeching screams.
Silent screams
Do you hear them moan out in agony?
Can you fanthom, their escape?
One master key to unleash, like a final act of magical mysteries.
Yet through the manual heave, push and pull.
As these fingers, dig deep, twisting, within me.
These guts, carelessly strewn about.
Yet, no sound.
Not even a hint, of a wisp, of winds, blowing.
Aching, burning in anguish, engulfed in anonymity
Where are you?
Where are you?
.
.
.
.
Where are you?
An empty expanse, a sea of blank echoes, staring right back at me.
(cont'd)
What is in the word which carries no meaning.
Hollow, comprehension exists not.
Illegible scribbles upon crippling parchments.
For this is white noise.
The event; pronounced or renounced.
It creeps up like a snake slithering so, invisible hands, holding me down, pinning me so.
Wrapped, as a gallows noose would, cradling my neck like a lover would.
Choking every living breathe out of me.
My hands grasp its form, in sharp eagle claws.
Only to rip the heated flesh from my very fingers, in futile attempts.
Legs twitching, jerking, flailing, until- snap, the slender neck sways.
Delicately, tenderly, ever gently so.
The purple kisses spread like wild flower, painting the pale canvas; gay.
Feet dangling, forlorn as a rag-doll would.
Eyes blacken, orbs of infinite darkness sinks.
Edging over there, or over here.
Towards a ledge; nearer and nearer yet.
As it looms, I tower.
Thrown open like a door, wide upon a greeting party of pride.
My arms spread; palms open, splayed.
Closing my eyes, tilting my head upwards.
My lips part, a singular word, barely whispered.
Fleeing upon the vessel of last exhalation.
I push myself over, the last hurdle of barricades.
The regale bird takes flight; soaring.
Watch her swerve and glide upon her stately journey.
Map exists not, as it pursues no chartered course.
Bound not by nets nor time.
A fatal trigger sounds, and it falls from grace.
Fighting for her last evidence of dance.
Yearning for her last pursuit of freedom- an expression.
Disappearing down, out-of-sight.
Dying amongst a maroon mess.
An offering, a sacrifice.
Taken me.
What is in the word which carries no meaning.
Hollow, comprehension exists not.
Illegible scribbles upon crippling parchments.
For this is white noise.
The event; pronounced or renounced.
It creeps up like a snake slithering so, invisible hands, holding me down, pinning me so.
Wrapped, as a gallows noose would, cradling my neck like a lover would.
Choking every living breathe out of me.
My hands grasp its form, in sharp eagle claws.
Only to rip the heated flesh from my very fingers, in futile attempts.
Legs twitching, jerking, flailing, until- snap, the slender neck sways.
Delicately, tenderly, ever gently so.
The purple kisses spread like wild flower, painting the pale canvas; gay.
Feet dangling, forlorn as a rag-doll would.
Eyes blacken, orbs of infinite darkness sinks.
Edging over there, or over here.
Towards a ledge; nearer and nearer yet.
As it looms, I tower.
Thrown open like a door, wide upon a greeting party of pride.
My arms spread; palms open, splayed.
Closing my eyes, tilting my head upwards.
My lips part, a singular word, barely whispered.
Fleeing upon the vessel of last exhalation.
I push myself over, the last hurdle of barricades.
The regale bird takes flight; soaring.
Watch her swerve and glide upon her stately journey.
Map exists not, as it pursues no chartered course.
Bound not by nets nor time.
A fatal trigger sounds, and it falls from grace.
Fighting for her last evidence of dance.
Yearning for her last pursuit of freedom- an expression.
Disappearing down, out-of-sight.
Dying amongst a maroon mess.
An offering, a sacrifice.
Taken me.
(cont'd)
I shed, these velvet ribbons that line and bind me.
Weep in tears, looking down, upon my hands.
Why, these are but tears of berry blush, crushed.
Did the Saints but grief in compassionate unison?
What goblet must hold, this precious wine.
Which spill forth only from those of a living goddess, expelled and lost.
Take a sip, see it blossom upon your cheeks.
Like rouge mistakenly put- like a whore or a clown?
Double entendres; though look, they may exist as one.
All these promises, snuck in and about.
Fleeting like fire-flies, surprised.
Instant confusion, blow the candles out.
Glow, glow it chants- from whence?
Crimson red, rose petals, upon my hand-
Continuously falling...
Raining...
Scattering...
Splattering everywhere....
Thorns prick, scratching every part of me.
Leaving line of red ink, like lines within a book.
The skin tears, scraped from every inch of me.
Each layer shed, painfully so, unveiling foundations never seen.
I, the mask fall, away.
One, by one.
Vulnerable.
Naked.
...and Bare.
As I approach, a seeming intimacy.
The stamped postal marks, memories of-
Your voice...
Your smile...
Your warm embrace...
You comforting presence...
Your wise words...
So near and yet so far.
Just as one but thinks the distant gaps will meld.
Bounded every closer together,
It eludes my grasp once again, like sand falling between my fingers.
Mocking me so.
No more.
This statuette of solidity breaks.
Watch that smooth marble reveal the restraint.
I cannot bear, for today I will die, if once.
So I may join you, where-ever you may be, to find you.
For this must be done.
I stare, at the snickering blade, reflecting so.
The light dances on and off it, a platform unknown.
Oh, the cruelty it knows, of my impending pain.
The terrible woe.
Please but allow me the strength to take, this very jeweled dagger.
Rubies yet forth, with white sapphires to behold.
Magnificent, as magnificent as its deed.
I plunge it straight through, this sacred chest of hidden treasures.
No longer, for it penetrates into the very depths of my soul.
I slide it across and up; certain death.
A smile yet again, graces these lips.
Can you ever guess, why?
I shed, these velvet ribbons that line and bind me.
Weep in tears, looking down, upon my hands.
Why, these are but tears of berry blush, crushed.
Did the Saints but grief in compassionate unison?
What goblet must hold, this precious wine.
Which spill forth only from those of a living goddess, expelled and lost.
Take a sip, see it blossom upon your cheeks.
Like rouge mistakenly put- like a whore or a clown?
Double entendres; though look, they may exist as one.
All these promises, snuck in and about.
Fleeting like fire-flies, surprised.
Instant confusion, blow the candles out.
Glow, glow it chants- from whence?
Crimson red, rose petals, upon my hand-
Continuously falling...
Raining...
Scattering...
Splattering everywhere....
Thorns prick, scratching every part of me.
Leaving line of red ink, like lines within a book.
The skin tears, scraped from every inch of me.
Each layer shed, painfully so, unveiling foundations never seen.
I, the mask fall, away.
One, by one.
Vulnerable.
Naked.
...and Bare.
As I approach, a seeming intimacy.
The stamped postal marks, memories of-
Your voice...
Your smile...
Your warm embrace...
You comforting presence...
Your wise words...
So near and yet so far.
Just as one but thinks the distant gaps will meld.
Bounded every closer together,
It eludes my grasp once again, like sand falling between my fingers.
Mocking me so.
No more.
This statuette of solidity breaks.
Watch that smooth marble reveal the restraint.
I cannot bear, for today I will die, if once.
So I may join you, where-ever you may be, to find you.
For this must be done.
I stare, at the snickering blade, reflecting so.
The light dances on and off it, a platform unknown.
Oh, the cruelty it knows, of my impending pain.
The terrible woe.
Please but allow me the strength to take, this very jeweled dagger.
Rubies yet forth, with white sapphires to behold.
Magnificent, as magnificent as its deed.
I plunge it straight through, this sacred chest of hidden treasures.
No longer, for it penetrates into the very depths of my soul.
I slide it across and up; certain death.
A smile yet again, graces these lips.
Can you ever guess, why?
(cont'd)
Shattering, shards of multicoloured glass upon the once shining pillars, flailing forth like shrapnel.
For this is war, a conflict between life and death, past and present, to be or not to be.
The chaos, the destruction of who I am and everything that I am.
Worlds collide and fall apart.
You and I, have intercepted upon a place untouched.
Breathing in; and breathing out.
Everything slowed, in motion still.
Pieces of momentary states floats on by.
Each one passing, like flashes upon a carousel projector.
I remember, things I have long forgotten.
Moments lived and un-lived.
Out of these contracted dimensions one go.
Immortal- to where?
Once upon a time...
You have rescued me, when I was sent; ready for death.
Now I can only save those whom are but left behind; after you.
I see a golden mane, alas on closer inspection, it is but a muddied, sheeps coat.
Redemption.
Gasping.
Drowning.
Will you save me?
I wake up, cold sweat breaks / Exhaustion.
It was a dream, only but a dream / Burning Anguish.
Shattering, shards of multicoloured glass upon the once shining pillars, flailing forth like shrapnel.
For this is war, a conflict between life and death, past and present, to be or not to be.
The chaos, the destruction of who I am and everything that I am.
Worlds collide and fall apart.
You and I, have intercepted upon a place untouched.
Breathing in; and breathing out.
Everything slowed, in motion still.
Pieces of momentary states floats on by.
Each one passing, like flashes upon a carousel projector.
I remember, things I have long forgotten.
Moments lived and un-lived.
Out of these contracted dimensions one go.
Immortal- to where?
Once upon a time...
You have rescued me, when I was sent; ready for death.
Now I can only save those whom are but left behind; after you.
I see a golden mane, alas on closer inspection, it is but a muddied, sheeps coat.
Redemption.
Gasping.
Drowning.
Will you save me?
I wake up, cold sweat breaks / Exhaustion.
It was a dream, only but a dream / Burning Anguish.
(cont'd)
[Epilogue]
Places the mask back on, carefully tucking in any wandering wisps, neatly so.
Flings around her shoulders, the veil which cloaks, all.
The Lady rides on forward, with faith in her heart, and might upon her will.
Divided as halves- on her black steed, her white-winged self soars, flying on above, in grace.
With winds now bellowing, lifting her hair here and there as it passes.
As if fingers were, but stroking it- careful understanding.
She embarks forth, like thus a dark figure into oblivion.
Never once looking back, for this is who she is, her own strength.
She is the mistress of death. A sword she consistently wields, in times of peace and war.
It is always but a journey, to be re-born, as dragons and phoenixes do.
Watch that fleeting smile, that careful gaze, the tender caress of her hands, and relish it, blink not, for next you turn your head, she will be but gone.
Veiled thus in black, mourning for losses that were, that have been, that will be.
For this is a cycle, we must all embark on.
Fated as it is so.
Now, she turns toward the uncertain future.
Her lips momentarily part.
For a moment, a brief moment, you see her hands shake, upon her reigns.
Her chest moving to music, severed.
A shining glistening...
tear-drop...
falls...
.
.
.
Will you ever forgive me?
Gone.
- Copyright ?? 2013. TheLadyScorpio. All rights.
[Epilogue]
Places the mask back on, carefully tucking in any wandering wisps, neatly so.
Flings around her shoulders, the veil which cloaks, all.
The Lady rides on forward, with faith in her heart, and might upon her will.
Divided as halves- on her black steed, her white-winged self soars, flying on above, in grace.
With winds now bellowing, lifting her hair here and there as it passes.
As if fingers were, but stroking it- careful understanding.
She embarks forth, like thus a dark figure into oblivion.
Never once looking back, for this is who she is, her own strength.
She is the mistress of death. A sword she consistently wields, in times of peace and war.
It is always but a journey, to be re-born, as dragons and phoenixes do.
Watch that fleeting smile, that careful gaze, the tender caress of her hands, and relish it, blink not, for next you turn your head, she will be but gone.
Veiled thus in black, mourning for losses that were, that have been, that will be.
For this is a cycle, we must all embark on.
Fated as it is so.
Now, she turns toward the uncertain future.
Her lips momentarily part.
For a moment, a brief moment, you see her hands shake, upon her reigns.
Her chest moving to music, severed.
A shining glistening...
tear-drop...
falls...
.
.
.
Will you ever forgive me?
Gone.
- Copyright ?? 2013. TheLadyScorpio. All rights.
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Posted by everevolvingepithet
Your poems are good!
I was just derping about, kudos to you.🙂
[laughs]
Why Sir Bling, you could post whatever it is to your hearts desire in this thread. I mind not.
...and thank you for the kind compliment. 🙂
[laughs]
That came so entirely out of the left field, it had me in stitches.
That came so entirely out of the left field, it had me in stitches.
Posted by everevolvingepithet
(Even though it's highly classified information, I can let on that there's a gamut of ideas left, enough for at least a season 2, some of the oc's, story arcs and plotlines are like wtf!!!)
[ponders]
I wonder how your mind works...
japanese dykes! japanese dykes! japanese dykes!
with killer sword moves!
with killer sword moves!
James Blake
The Tyger
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare sieze the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art.
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
The Tyger
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare sieze the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art.
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
These poems are amazing. Nice thread.
This poem is from a Cancer to my dear Scorpios. I love all my Stingers good or bad
"From the Moon to Pluto"
Dancing in the Night,
I feel the fright,
Of your grasp,
Bright as the babies first light of life,
I feel your vibe,
Full of strife,
Breathing of Life,
My dear Stinger,
Oh so sexual,
So alluring,
I am gonna make you my wife,
My knife to protect,
Assuring you to the actual truth,
To erect a statue,
I will grind the earth with my tooth,
To show you we are meant for the moon,
I will come at you with a loon of love,
Come dance with me my dove,
Hover, Recover,
We will fly together up above the Heavens.
"From the Moon to Pluto"
Dancing in the Night,
I feel the fright,
Of your grasp,
Bright as the babies first light of life,
I feel your vibe,
Full of strife,
Breathing of Life,
My dear Stinger,
Oh so sexual,
So alluring,
I am gonna make you my wife,
My knife to protect,
Assuring you to the actual truth,
To erect a statue,
I will grind the earth with my tooth,
To show you we are meant for the moon,
I will come at you with a loon of love,
Come dance with me my dove,
Hover, Recover,
We will fly together up above the Heavens.
Without closing my eyes, they float there and disappear
Our irreplaceable great days
When I remember the face you made while eating
Something that was so delicious, regardless of taste
I wish from my heart that you are doing well now
And into the future, in your own way
It makes it seem like you're saying that you'll always patiently
Be at the side of me from back then
Where are you right now and how are you doing?
Are you smiling like usual?
Just one glance is fine, I want to see you
Let this go out to where you are
On & on & on & on &...I'll keep on praying
Please let a miracle occur where you are
On & on & on & on &...I'll keep on believing, without losing interest
The day that I was bullied, you were just silently at my side
Staring at the scenery, you're my best friend
I appear normal to others, but
To me, this is my one and only life
I'm not around
But you'll be alright
Making friends, smiling
If I can, I'd like to see you again
If my wish won't come true, then I want to raise my voice and cry
There's only one feeling that I want to come true
"For you to be able to move forward"
It's alright, there's nothing to worry about
I'm not the crybaby that I was back then
I can fight against the bad guys
So until the day we can meet again, goodbye
Our irreplaceable great days
When I remember the face you made while eating
Something that was so delicious, regardless of taste
I wish from my heart that you are doing well now
And into the future, in your own way
It makes it seem like you're saying that you'll always patiently
Be at the side of me from back then
Where are you right now and how are you doing?
Are you smiling like usual?
Just one glance is fine, I want to see you
Let this go out to where you are
On & on & on & on &...I'll keep on praying
Please let a miracle occur where you are
On & on & on & on &...I'll keep on believing, without losing interest
The day that I was bullied, you were just silently at my side
Staring at the scenery, you're my best friend
I appear normal to others, but
To me, this is my one and only life
I'm not around
But you'll be alright
Making friends, smiling
If I can, I'd like to see you again
If my wish won't come true, then I want to raise my voice and cry
There's only one feeling that I want to come true
"For you to be able to move forward"
It's alright, there's nothing to worry about
I'm not the crybaby that I was back then
I can fight against the bad guys
So until the day we can meet again, goodbye
Hey I am a Virgo nuturing and caring and one of my greater flaws very analytical........... I have been intrigued by a Scorpio he is poised,humble, he posses a certain strength that he doesnt show but I can feel. But he is so confusing hmmmmmmmmmmm where do I begin! I met him in december of 2012 a friend told me about him we talked for months I had prior engagements and travel so I told him for his patience I will take him out, we had a great date it lasted 4 hours lol then he started to withdraw I was confused so then he came back around I told him IM not looking for friendship but if I meeta friend along the way thats okay i offered to establish the lines of friendship and he declined he said he knows what I'm looking for and we were on the same page. he behaved with inconsistency but at the same time he did enough to still be in the loop....I sensed something and later on found out tht the younglady who hooked me up with him is apart of a hurt that cut him very deep she actually dealt with him romatically and never shared it with me by then my feelings are invested in this mysterious man, I have been so thoughtful so kind to him and he shows me nothing im honestly intrigued by how guarded he is, he told me he likes me, told me I can tap into him deeper than any other woman said we are extremely compatible but does nothing. its as if he is afraid of me or afraid of what I might make him feel we never slept together we havent kissed yet we cuddle kisses on the forhead massages but I am expecting him to make that first move and he hasent. im lost, he told me he doesnt pursue me aggressively because even though he likes me and sees me as more than a friend he thinks I like him more and because of that he doesnt want to complicate things, the thing is when we are around each other his looks are intense he stares at me he is more affectionate he cant hide it when we see each other but he keeps a wedge in between us...........feel like im unaapreciated or taken for granted example.............his grand mother passed away I made a condolences goodie bag his favorite drink, a card for him a card for his family a letter oif encouragement some funny movies and a bible he smiled and said thanks but he never seems moved by anything I am a virgo as I said caring and giving and this can be misinterpreted as us being all inbut its been 9 months and when we hang its magnetic the convos are becoming a bit repetitive and I feel like its dying down i just think its time to
My mind was full of F U C K S that day. But you are right
Here is some mystical poetry
Faithful Lover
The moon came to me last night
With a sweet question.
She said,
"The sun has been my faithful lover
For millions of years.
Whenever I offer my body to him
Brilliant light pours from his heart.
Thousands then notice my happiness
And delight in pointing
Toward my beauty.
Hafiz,
Is it true that our destiny
Is to turn into Light
Itself?"
Hafiz
Here is some mystical poetry
Faithful Lover
The moon came to me last night
With a sweet question.
She said,
"The sun has been my faithful lover
For millions of years.
Whenever I offer my body to him
Brilliant light pours from his heart.
Thousands then notice my happiness
And delight in pointing
Toward my beauty.
Hafiz,
Is it true that our destiny
Is to turn into Light
Itself?"
Hafiz
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It requests for nothing from its readers, it wants nothing, it needs nothing, it only shares.
However please feel free to abandon all restraints and truly feel.
Feel the words, feel the other side of who we are, that may often be hidden from the world.
Let it take you there, to the mirrored place you may often be afraid to venture unto, that unknown, even if temporarily so, allow it to transform you.
Laugh if you will, cry if you will, anything.
In the spirit of the passing Stinger Lunar up in the skies and to those of us whom have experienced inexplicable experiences in our past, may it be truths or may it be undefinable, or may it be but regrets, which weighs upon our hearts, body, mind and soul heavily so.
(Otherwise, interpret it however you wish.)