The bones landed on the cards. The Fool.
The Sun.
The Chariot to bring them around
in front of me
so my heartbeat would even out
and my hands would stop rivaling
the dry leaves clinging to the sleepy oaks
at the edge of my yard.
They stand against the November wind
sweeping in to usher out October.
Here’s the thing about fortunes:
their fraying corners are soft against your fingers.
in what dark recesses of torture remain
exists a dreaded seed for us to obtain
to keep us sane and deliver us from evil
so goes the creed of an everlasting people
unending doubt resonates to be
impermanance rooted in an everlasting dream
scarcity of hope glimmering in dusk
prevention of fortune in a world of luck
forever told from stories past
eerily reminiscent of perpetual task
systems of new destroyed wisdom once known
for all apart of a world unsown
grimmace and malice plagued once more
in dire times that conjured vile scorn
but it was hope that was given once last chance
now grows a tree from the seed of our past
New seeds planting
in old mounds
made by kicking,
frustrated,
at the shadows
made long by
receding sun
that signals
the close of day.
At later
intervals, they
come to sprout
at the behest
of this pure
and unwieldy
random known
as time's passing.
No poems
the dream you keep inside your mind
is one which bothers you tonight
'cause it is what will make you BIG
that will allow the things you did... ...not ever do...
...then notion will materialize
where there you meet your mirror eyes
that staring back to you
and all the things will pop in mind
that bring those abstract needs you back...
and bed thou sit on here tonight
will meet you one and many days
before the last ring'd rung
because the dream that bothered you that night
had bet you will
but you did not -
you thought that there is
plenty time to take
it up in future life
today when You rock in
a chair and see
young boy with cloud in thought
you say that 30 years back you'd
rather taken it by that*
and say inspire word to him
that may be he will carry
through entire his life:
"young boy, be gutsy in
your life and follow dream that'd
bother you one night..."