Since Chiron has left them
many Aries have sought out
refuge as Venus' champions
The women choose self-love
and their fun hobbies instead
of toxic meaningless romances
They'll hold up their swords
and block with their shields
forever blessed by Bellatrix
Note: This is part of my zodiac poetry collection. I wrote it this way because the Chiron in Aries transit challenged their self-worth directly. A lot of them compensate for this, but with time, they'll heal.
I found you in a dumpster,
a trembling scrap of midnight,
all teeth, fear, and olive eyes that still feared shining.
The world had abandoned us both.
I was breaking,
certain there was nothing left worth staying for.
then you looked at me,
and two forgotten souls recognized each other.
you wore anger like armor,
a feral king crowned in sharpness.
yet with me, you softened,
curling into the hollow places of my heart.
your quiet purr became the first hymn
that convinced me to keep living.
I did not rescue you;
I simply found myself in you.
you loved me while I unraveled,
and I loved you while you learned to trust.
feline, my midnight guardian
proof that broken things can save each other.
Echoes of traditions deep
forged in sweat and blood
Sounds of cannons booming weep
o’er tattered fields of mud
Freedom’s sons claim sacred ground
where horses’ hooves cry numb
Ancient winds still bear the tune
plaintive shriek of fife and thrum
Beneath the sun on ancient land,
Where dust and destiny walk hand in hand,
They rise not crowned by pain alone,
But by the strength a bond has grown.
The drumbeat calls, the spirit wakes,
Through heat that bends but never breaks,
For iron hearts in rhythm move,
In step, in trust—no need to prove.
Not every scar makes warriors stand,
Not every trial shapes the hand,
But shared burdens, fiercely borne,
Bind the many into one.
When night is thick and path unclear,
Each man becomes his brother’s spear,
A shield, a flame, a guiding sight,
A living oath within the fight.
They eat the dust, they drink the flame,
Yet none will fall to fear or shame,
For strength is more than standing tall—
It’s lifting others when they fall.
So let them say the path is pain,
The scorching sun, the pouring rain,
Yet deeper still, the truth is found:
In hearts that beat as single sound.
For what is forged on ancient floor
Is not just men—but something more:
A unity no storm can sever,
A bond that lives—and lives forever.
We oppose mediocrity, not an anecdote for souls,
but forged they’d be in the furnace, a burning coal.
It breaks up the mundane, a bolt of lightning flash,
aspiring to be heaven’s host, waking from the ash.
We’re not just transcribing, etching a fading script,
but artists of the abandoned, by firelight dipped.
We explore the remnants where society lies low,
where shadows are cast and worn currents flow.
With a rebellious stroke, we embrace the divine,
from the false facades, a truth-telling we assign.
We toss aside the nutrition that dulls the soul’s fire,
and build soaring meditations, climbing ever higher.
Our ink is not just black, but stars’ scattered light,
a testament to spirit, tenacious through the night.
Against the corrosion, a steadfast, gleaming beam,
the poet’s defiant quill, chasing the endless dream.
Chapter one – forged in fire
forged in fire
You’ve been alone too long, just looking for a prince. Now that you’ve found him, you haven’t been the same since. You love him so much that it really hurts. When you’re out on the town with another he flirts. He makes you so mad you could just scream and shout. That is if you know what I’m talking about. Because...
Hard times are forged in fire. True love is fueled by desire. It’s only when you’re down and out that you really know what I’m talking about.
drifting in shadows
my shape bends but won't stay there
not certain not sure
each choice cuts a new pathway
as tension reshapes my face
Portraits drawn in haste
show lines that crack in the light
mirrors deceive me
a single doubt can splinter
the vision of what I am
I hunger for self
woven stronger than the past
stitched from fierce longing
yet daylight breaks the seams loose
the threads unravel in dust
I walk in between—
torn by the pull of old ways
and of what may come
the tension hums within me
a bridge across fear and change
In the scars I learn
each fracture is a teacher
I rise by failing
resilience is hammered out
confidence shaped in the flame
I bend, yet I stand
each break recasts me anew
the glass learns to shine
Through trials I claim my form
becoming what I must be
I cannot become flat
My curves are not straight lines
My die is cast, forged by fire
Yet I try to bend it for you
I put the blow torch to my heart
Coining it over the anvil
Pressing it to new form
Old shapes long forgotten, new again.
Made to please you
Buffed to mirrored shine.
A reflection, or a phantom.
But it is not me.
Now the next shine has your eye
It is mine again.
Melted down with self-improvement
Made strong again
Never again to hammer against myself
Knowing the value of imperfection
Stay true to the die-cast
Compromise but do not conform.
There’s a rage that ignites when someone damages you
An uncompromising, bewildering storm within.
Your brain churns with thoughts of vengeance,
A thousandfold wrath ready to erupt.
But do you compromise your soul to feed the fire?
It’s all connected, yet so utterly disconnected.
They have no idea what they’ve unleashed
This inner demon clawing at the gates.
A thousand futures, a million seconds
Pain stretched in weeks, rage forged in years.
Why do they disrespect you to this breaking point?
You give your all, pushing daily to do what’s right.
Are their inadequacies a mirror they can’t face?
Does their lack of perspective cast you as the villain?
You tried to be the hero, the good guy,
To stand on the side of justice and light.
But the disrespect it grinds, it gnaws, it sends you spiraling
To a place where rage eclipses reason.
I want to shatter the star line,
Reach into the void, and grind gold for planet 9.
To fix this fractured atmosphere of fury,
Before I lose myself in the abyss of their disregard.
The world is a child growing up
Demands much, asks for too much.
It could be a fragment of one's character
Or a pinch of value, yet a burden thereafter.
As a distributor, meeting the demand
One may be tempted to forge identity:
Tainted nails, a pair of dark glasses
Extended brows, ugly looking eyelashes.
You can wear a mask to play a part
But the play may never start.
Like changing girls for satisfaction
No one will know your true attraction.
Life is a dark humor play—
Believe it or not, you’re just a stray.
You can act well but can’t fake a role
Or change what the script hold.
The grossest element earth
shapes mind body form,
which remains inert until,
magnetism conjures a storm.
The air we breathe,
a gift from God,
causes nodes to stir,
leaving childlike heart awed.
Fire heats, water cools,
generating a toroidal force,
which once divine aligned,
connects soul to source.
God is the magician,
who entwines elements four,
that joyful heart begs
love for an encore.
Devil's vengeful roar captures innocent
Exhale scorches bystanders randomly
Volcano spews brimstone belligerent
Dissolves small boy's chance single handedly
Hitler contempt casts heinous destruction
Whip of his cape compel madmen to leap
Grief ingests itself, victim grows gumption
Roots for resprout cling to resovoir deep
Wrap gilded courage with rebounding soul
Compassion coiled to return after hurt
Bravery engraved on stalwart patrol
Solution driven man spurns Satan’s curse
Devoid of vanity, heart vivacious
Benevolent flare given in furnace
Sorry
My Selfless Beloved
.
Two hearts entwined in love's sweet embrace,
A bond forged strong and true.
On this day, they take their vows,
To begin a life anew.
They stand before family and friends,
Their eyes locked in a gaze.
Promising to love, honor, and cherish,
All the days of their lives and all their ways.
May the sun shine bright upon their path,
And the stars light up their way.
May their love grow stronger every day,
And bring joy to their hearts each day.
May they find in each other,
A love that's pure and true.
May their bond never falter,
But grow in strength like a tree anew.
So here's to the happy couple,
On this, their special day.
May their love continue to flourish,
In every single way.
I went into the destruction
with a wounded soul
engulfed away by explosive flames
like a blazing pine forest
where I had been transformed
into ashes of death
and then I was resurrected
into a courageous warrior
with a beautiful new heart
of resilience, humility and radiance
to bless me up into a greater treasure
more abundantly than mines of gold and silver
Forged in silence
Birthed heaven alone
Why did light spread its rays?
Poem about the Silent One of Light (the supreme God) from Sethian theology.
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