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Between the Pillars of Black and White

"Between the Pillars of Black and White"



You sit alone in your power
between the pillars of 
black and white
holding your book in hand

The words are your keys
not the mind of some libertine
an interventionist morai fate 
twisting and calling dead dreams forward 

Your scattered thoughts 
captured in a glowing glass wall
Light prisms seen every once-in-a-while
like Halley's Comet, at least a fallen star

There you are, playing cards
gambling time away
playing with fire, fingers tap and smoulder
a risk from the start

God Love 
lives bruised in your heart
calling you to leave your seat and stand
Walk forward towards the other 

Truth stands firm in Trust 
holds no fear free falling towards you
in the courage of Love
Chaos is seen through the steam on a mirror 

S.O.A.K. 
Joy smiles in her bubble bath
Sees him on the other side writing words
passing the keys white doves and feathers

He makes her laugh
when the burns are hard
winning a Life with charm
he holds his hand out

And says,
"No more harm"

(LadyLabyrinth/2020)







1. https://www.biddytarot.com/tarot-card-meanings/major-arcana/high-priestess/

2. https://www.biddytarot.com/tarot-card-meanings/major-arcana/

3. https://www.biddytarot.com/tarot-card-meanings/major-arcana/temperance/

4.https://www.biddytarot.com/tarot-card-meanings/major-arcana/strength/

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Black Lilly

Black Lilly:

The red sun sets as the crystal moon rises over the vast country side. Stars above glisten with perfection in bright arrays as the earth below them silently moves.

Her aging pale eyes look outward in wonder as she cradles a black book in her withered hands. Her wisdom beckons for reason but her heart yearns for change. Though she knows its wrong, she cant resist.

“Black Arcana, god of the forbidden art, hear my voice and grant my wish of eternal youth! Take these hands of a crone and blinding eyes, color my ice white hair and sweeten my voice with a sultriness.”
She gazes at the words written on the crumbling page.
“A maidens tongue, the sent of first love, and a true virgins heart.”

The older women known as black Lilly stirs her concoction carefully as the blood of her victim drips down the wooden ladle.

Blackness twists and winds as fog fills the tiny room with putrid smelling pink hues.

Slowly she is consumed by her witchery.

Lilly’s hair softly turns blonde as her large eyes dilate blue.
“Yes, make me beautiful!”
Her trembling voice cries.

Suddenly the old grandfather clock strikes two as the bells chime fiercely throughout her room.

She stands upright in awe no longer feeling the plaguing resistance of old age. Lilly smiles and giggles under her lovely breath.

Abruptly she is stuck by the sound of her voice.
“no, this cant be!”
She screams.

Her reflection stares back at her with a shocking realization.
“A child, I have been turned into an eternal child!”

She falls to her shaking knees and grieves, for her gift of eternity has become an everlasting curse.

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The Perfect World of Word's Mundus Verborum Perfectus

In regnis verborum, ubi somnia avolant,
Versum componam virtute purissima.
Calamo in manu, cor meum flagrat,
Narrabo fabulam, notissimam unquam.

Super tabula caelesti gratiae,
Colores amplexus amoris exprimam.
A primo mane ad crepusculi fulgorem,
Tapestry conficiam, poetae somnium.

In pratis aureis, ubi flores saltant,
Rhythmos in dulci somno congregabo.
Odor jasmini, aura mitis,
Arcana flatus inesse susurro.

Cum metaphoris vividis, caelum depingam,
Siderum symphoniam in habitu concors.
Earum tremulas melodias, coetus caelestis,
Ignem aeterni desiderii excitabunt.

E profunditatibus incognitis, animam extraham,
Arcana solvam, spiritus integrabo.
Per gaudium et dolorem, triumphum et desperationem,
Aperiens sensus, sine timore communicabo.

Humana miseria, thema aeternum,
Hae versus decorabunt, vividus rivus.
Cum misericordia et compassione, calamus meus fluat,
Revelans veritates subditas penitus.

Per fabulas antiquas et narrationes fabulosas,
Heroes dierum antiquorum excitabo.
Eorum virtus et sapientia, in aeternum sculpta,
In poeticis stanzae, in perpetuum conservata.

Ab altissimis montibus ad latissimos oceani sinus,
Perambulabo terrae spatia, longe lateque.
Verbis ut navis, maria navigabo,
Narrationes aperiens cum clavibus infinitis.

In echo risus, lacrimarum retentarum,
Historiae patheticae suum nexum invenient.
Melodiae vitae, tam lenes quam clamosae,
Cantabunt carmina sua adoranti multitudini.

Quot verbum scriptum est, universum floret,
Infinite possibilitates, extra aulas nostras.
Nam in regno carminis amplexus,
Mundus expergitur, ornatu gratiae.

Hoc ergo carmen fiat testimonium verum,
Potentiae verborum, magiae quam efficiunt.
Nam in his versibus, studio compositis,
Inest poema maximum, oceanus aeternus.

12th gradefree verse

Fond Farewell

Time cascades like falling leaves
Floating where the wild winds gust
A moment past, forever lost
Enveloped in a stream of years

To be, to cease, to drift away
Some distant place awaits beyond
Remote, unyielding, surpassing measure
To liberate all past constraint

The wild winds surge before this place
Scattering leaves within its squall
Their brief meanders carried thence
To fade from sight and dwell in thought

At peace they lay where’er they gather
No longer scarred by storms endured
Resting below tranquil skies
Casting ubiquitous age afar

To know not all they came to be
And be as one with eternity
Something new will lead them on
Towards a glimmer of what’s to come

Behind them, chants a parting prayer
To serve reminder whence they came
The trees they cloaked, now all laid bare
To bear the scars ’til healed by time

Time cascades where leaves have fallen
The wild winds rage, the leaves to blow
And carry forth when end is nigh
To each and all they come to surge

The lessons of a lifetime spent
Each precious act of selfless love
All ripple back across the years
Through aching tears, with fond farewell

© Arcana

absencebereavementdeathgoodbyeleavingfree verse

Major Arcana

He’ll either choose you or her. 
we don’t know but we know. 
Obsession pennies, and hands drool for more. 
You give in to the oracles. 
Snow hands like those on The Lovers card. 
Can’t you see they might be your hands?
Feeding your ears what you eagerly crave.
When in love, your brain is your misguiding reader.
It storms lies as long as you keep yourself 
vulnerable to it.

It picks different cards and tells you favorable stories 
like she’s the fool, you’re destined lovers, 
even if he’s proposing to others.
The reader knows best, doesn’t it?
One, three, six months, and two years 
passed on decks, trying to sort him out.
Fool in Reverse keeps showing up, 
he has given you every sign to dump him. 
But your reader’s interpretation is it must be about 
your innocence or a new beginning with him.

Three of Swords may tell you he’s a cheater, 
and The Tower may tell you about your grandparent’s loss, 
but the cards never tell you’re gambling with your years 
until you find them past you.

break upheartbreakheartbrokenlossfree verse

Arcana

I wont tell as long as we can stay cool
as long as you let me treat like a jewel
I wont tell, if you don’t wont me to
I'll do whatever you want me to do
To you, I'll always stay true
I'll keep it a secret just between me and you

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The Music With No Lyrics Yet

the tall red shadow waits on me
a con artist behind a porcelain desk
please feed the dark cat with musk up your sleeve
orange in the spotlight
spare a lighter, sweets

got terminated for bodily mutilation
omeprazole parole i'll sleep up sitting
a dyatlov pass pass pass it off
it's a diet, love, fast fast fast it off

i've seen your camcorder with the nudes and strings
la mirada, arcana, belts and things
go home and get off to it
but don't make it too obvious

let him in or so help me god
like spinning the wheel but it never stops
white noise, static, and blood clot trees
cause everything is kitsch if nobody's pleased

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The Art of Tarot

otherwise called book of wisdom
with its teachings and archetypes

laws and lessons as relevant today
as they were hundreds of years ago

history repeating itself
human nature being what it is

the mysteries of mankind’s experience unveiled
come to light in a cycle of repeated patterns

by candlelight the epochs blurred
here hovers an air of timelessness

in a rite of fire and intent
tarot cards neutralized and purified

wafts of frankincense roam the air
with much reverence my hands reaching

in a moment of silence and bonding
i invite the cards to imbibe my energy

the ritual of unwrapping their silk shield
while wafts of sage continue to disperse

revealing archaic symbols etched
adorning twenty-one major arcana

a hopeful silence for secrets divulged
in soothing stillness the old soul listens

shedding universal light on both past and future
mostly to understand ours and human nature



AP: 2nd place 2026, 2nd place 2023, 3rd place 2020

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