Long Tarot Poems
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Quakes are whistling through my Californian 9 acres of hills
Targeting all of the marked souls I have killed
Whispers of violence scream inside my hatred-prone heart
Infecting my cranium and pulling my body apart
Shadows possess my lifeless body in bits
When will the madness inside of me quit?
Eyes closed in despair as my fingers type out these words
To desperately get my world of madness to others finally heard
Paranoid and crazy I watch my windows and doors
To prevent anymore of this world's gore
Locking myself out of my own house in a deep shame
To counterattack Satan's plan to steal my name
Planning to steal my existence I wait
To bombard Satan with every ounce of this deranged hate
Banishing me from the world he wants so bad to overrule
Laughing hysterically at me for pulling my Tarot 'Fool'
Sinister secrets and a deeply dark haze
To never get through this insignificant maze
Humble men are very few,
pride elevates their ego;
the veil of pretense hides
eyes, hearts, and feelings:
such is the mood of a falsetto
sung by the tenor named Drew!
Behind the bold human spirit
unfaltering courage burned
that never rejected harsh rules
vanquishing the malice of a bigot
who was obsessed with tarot
cards revealing his fate in minutes,
and believing it he turned cold!
Who is frightened by the pandemics
to come? Haven't we seen enough tears
and death that took thousands of lives?
If we survived this plague, it definitely was
the bold human spirit which never
surrenders to fright, saving its laughter...
hoping for days that will dispel fear;
displaying more strength, defeating anger!
the reader of the stars devours the past and redresses the future
sees in crystal balls the flames at stake kindled by misperception
as slumber is kind for once I encounter the woman of my dreams
a princess no doubt a Cinderella who never wished for any shoes
they called her a witch ignoring that the gypsy had appropriated
that sinking feeling when drowned in a pond of pain and bigotry
she glows in the dark but her broomstick does not cease to the fire
propels a few Tarot cards as if to prove her guilt and kind wisdom
like a ghost of knowledge she swings on a pendulum above ashes
rises like Phoenix above mocking spectators and clutches the curtain
not a single thread of benevolence has come apart at what seems
like defeat yet carries resilience and truth for giving up is for losers
20th August 2020
I've got 2 bit psychic powers
On that just trust me
Where barely beyond my nose
Is how far into the future I can see
And as far as communicating goes
With those on the other side
I have a hard enough time talking with
Loved ones here in life
My bank account is so low
I can't afford a Crystal ball
The closest thing I have to that
Is the glass knob on my door
Where the only reflection in it
That I have ever seen
Is my sweaty palm print
As I daily take my leave
And when it comes to Tarot cards
I would never dare to touch
The only pictures that I like
Are those in comic books
So sit across the table
And gaze into my eyes
You'll see I'll be a 2 bit psychic
Until the day I die
In Gentilly she reigns as Bastet, the daughter of Ra,
An unrepentant drop of golden sun.
Then come some rascal Baphomet, an outcast by law,
A desperado conman on the run.
She teased him with her laser pointer cat’s eyes
To get him sniffing ‘round her litter box.
He jumped at something spooky and she got his goat;
A perfect puss and booty paradox.
She’s a Fat City kitty cat
Sitting in her parlor with a Ouija board.
And she’s conjuring visions of feline intent,
Clawing at the night for her reward.
In Jefferson Parish she covers the odds
With fifty shades of gray behind the door.
Her menu offers Creole faire on Sundays;
She’ll let you taste her etouffee, and more.
In Algiers she appears like an omen,
Then vanishes again as sure as sin.
You can bet an honest dollar on her virtue,
And lose it when she plays her violin.
She’s a Fat City kitty cat.
Her Tarot cards can turn a pretty trick.
Her rivals try to plagiarize her voodoo.
She isn’t just another Cajun chick.
No, she’s a Fat City kitty cat,
A diva with a loyal entourage.
She’ll do her Fat City this and that,
And treat you to a Bourbon Street massage.
At the middle
of the night—
she shuffled
the cards.
Silence listened.
The Hermit
emerged.
She looked
into my eyes
and said—
Chanda,
you are ruled
by inner wisdom.
And solitude.
Your path
is not crowded.
You will walk
alone—
for long seasons.
Not as punishment.
But as design.
She shuffled again.
The wind
stood still.
The Death card
fell.
Not gently—
but with certainty.
She leaned closer.
Her voice
lowered.
You carry Pluto.
Destruction
follows you.
Rebirth
follows destruction.
Nothing
stays.
Nothing
remains.
You are not meant
to keep—
you are meant
to transform.
From seventy-two paths,
I chose one.
The hand
did not tremble.
Justice.
She did not smile.
She spoke—
Life gives
what is earned.
Not what is desired.
Saturn
keeps the scale.
In Libra—
nothing escapes
balance.
Then—
the wind returned.
Uninvited.
The Empress
was taken
from the table.
Carried
into the unknown.
And I understood.
Venus speaks softly—
but does not stay
for long.
“I want love,”
she whispers.
But love
is not gentle
with me.
That night—
I did not fear
the cards.
For the universe
does not shout.
It reveals.
Through symbols.
Through silence.
Through fate.
And in that moment—
I knew.
God does not speak
in words.
He speaks
in signs.
"BLACK CAT"
SILENCE
prowls on soft paws
with sharp claws
Cutting up the
Middle Road
Dark shadow moves
SILIENCE
In absentia
Empty Absynthe
Puncture wounds
Cold wind blows
Over tracks
Skids softly
like warm
gants de Suède
on
Poets’ Row
Rat goes
Rat goes
Red scream
scarlet ribbons
LIFE
flows
Le Mort
blushes colour
a trite persuade
different streets
different gutters
Torn canvas sheets
contained between
prison bar margins
Drafts on the floor
crumpled
Blue fountain
Heart bursting
Love and Hate
Grows
Save Our Souls
Save Our Souls
Sins
Sisters of Mercy
and
Salvation Army Sargents'
Tambourines
Communion
Nibs lying next to
Garbage Bin
Finally Ash Felt
Rain on her
Bitumen face
Black Minx
Fur Pelt
Unfurls lazy stretch
Glass eyed
Minx
Back Alley Dreaming
Bad Luck
Bad Luck
Rolling loaded dice
blood boiling steaming
Brush strokes
Like glyph a glitch
Like glyph a glitch
Familiar mirror
Walks through Witch
Yesterday
Screams
Like glyph a glitch
Repeat curse
Repeat curse
Black Cat purring
Never lose
Hold tight
Pearls in Purse
7 Devils Dreaming
Sleepwalking
Graffiti Warning
Black Cat
Witch
Glebe
Last Stop Station
Rehearse a
Hearse
LIFE
Glyph a glitch
Reverse
(Lovejoy-Burton/May 2018)
1. Hanged Man
https://www.biddytarot.com/tarot-card-meanings/major-arcana/hanged-man/
2. Death
https://www.biddytarot.com/tarot-card-meanings/major-arcana/death/
3. Temperence
https://www.biddytarot.com/tarot-card-meanings/major-arcana/temperance/
4a. Glyph
noun
a pictograph or hieroglyph.
a sculptured figure or relief carving.
Architecture. an ornamental channel or groove
4b. Glyph
https://www.thoughtco.com/what-is-a-glyph-2086584
5. "Black Cat"/Ladytron (Translation)
http://songmeanings.com/songs/view/3530822107858716200/
6. Silience
http://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/post/49792543182/silience
7. Seven Devils
- Is a Solitaire card game.
- Seven Deadly Sins
- The Seven Devils of Mary Magdeline
- Florence and the Machine, Seven Devils
8. La Morte, Le Mort, La Mort
Le mort = dead man = un mort, a dead man
La morte (with the e on the end) = dead woman, une morte = a dead woman
La mort (no 'e' on the end) - death; as in the concept of death
Resonation
no-one at first heard the tumult
the question to the arts,
take that
scythe rip that canvas crack that bronze
bust that marble
shatter it to shards
I heard the howl of a suffering soul
most recent in the line of bards…
no-one at first heard the cries
or played those tarot cards…
the prophecy was grim
gate-keepers of the holy shroud
did not acknowledge him
critics dismissed
professors critiqued
but she's' burst forth from the psyche and that collective conscience we all have though not ready for her resonated the soul
turning topsy turvy upside down blasted from with in
you old masters--
keepers of the kingdom blasted by a rebel yell
most foul
the Howl she barks a new tune with with syntax and symbols unacceptable
to all but a loon
we know it now we look out the horizon from the rim
She's here she's born
he bellowed the boon
And she anew will return again
I heard it once the howl of the suffering soul…
Significance is signalized by interest
Unfounded truths can damage sworn loyalty
People seem friends, but act like wolves
Praising their false deeds instead of the true ones
Rotten inside, twisting words that are so convincing
Eliminating the evidence of extraordinary things
Shimming, as demons enter their malicious souls
Shoving aside what's good, holy and blessed
In impetous haste, they suppress every truth
Naiveness is not found in their impious character
Glory they demand, but nothing they are willing to give
Tarot reading must be accurate, or curses will follow
Ruling with deception, they reduce others to poverty
Uluate they won't, to conceal their obvious unhumaness
Tyrants shake their hands and promise them prominent positions
Horace himself would have despised these impudent, unethical folks
"Love in the Time of Uncertainty"
Like the tide of the ocean
coming and going
with its calm seductive
hushed reassurances and
vociferous remonstrations
dragging me towards the undertow
I have placed my trust in lovers
that come and go like holidays
short spent longing for depth and length,
I burn them and begin again
considering all their ardent lamentations
best to put a sea wall up and
walk along the edge considering
all the fins that swim
I throw pearls at them
to wear around their thorny necks
sea rope and weeds I wear like the dead,
sea urchins and sirens going off in my head
Love rises from hiatus again like the Sun
when all the dying has now begun
The Heart is a sea shell
sold by the sea shore
placed now against my ear
a treasure chest warm and beating
from a shipwreck
becries its glorious tales
I hear its distant humming
a song it sings to me across
the waves of absence,
another’s longing,
I drink it all in
a tonic for an old Life to die
a new journey to begin
I am as green as absynthe
drugged in delusions and disillusionment,
now darkest dark blue in form
with shades of deepest grey as a tempest
in a cloudy hot mess reading tea leaves
in a cup turned upside down
as above so below
is this how it is done?
Are there such things as
romantic prophecies,
I am lost in reading all the other ruins and
chariots storming fallen tarot towers
gambling on right and left bowers
jokers and their tricks, Queen's Slippers badly fit
card houses built with straw clowns and broken sticks
questions are asked of the
mystic glamour mysteries
Love in the Time of Uncertainty
Peace in the Time of Uncertainty
Wind in my sails sends me out into
The Ocean again ...
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"Everything Else has Gone Wrong" / Bombay Bicycle Club
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C92lUB3SAzE
Lyrics:
https://genius.com/Bombay-bicycle-club-everything-else-has-gone-wrong-lyrics