All look at the pillar of strength
There is no other
No one to look at for help
The gods the only hope
Under full strain
The cracks unseen is felt
Slowly growing to breaking point
A tragedy is looming unexpected
The tower wall will crumble
The crushing dust cloud
Darkens the sky
Rocks remains in a pile
A new towe to be build
The pillar long forgotten
That originally stood still
Bearing the blackened weight
On silence no complaints
Just a vague memory
The glory that once was
Category Archives: Poem
The dark night of the soul
I am faced with the beast
The haunting shadow reflecting
A mirror image of disgust
Ideals seem but a whim
Virtues a distant cousin
From foreign land
The brilliant shine has gone pale
What to do when you fail
Was all the years wasted?
When the self image greets
A stranger from another land
How can one divert so far
Not to come an inch closer
Perfection a vague illusion
The real a persistent question
The magnifying of age illuminates
Infirmities, weakness and vulnerability
The true self covered in dust
Getting thicker layer upon layer
Surface texture hidden from sun
Is this the dark night of the soul?
The Tarot
The arcana was a vision
Pictures with great precision
Flowing from a sage ‘s mind
Revealing mysteries of all kind.
Symbols weave fantastical stories
Characters jump from the wall
Number has messages for all
The fool will amuse
Temptation cannot be an excuse
The world boasts of great glories
The diviner seeks future light
The mystic meditates for deeper insight
The magician focused the will
Meaning and intent to distill
Revealing new living allegories
The call of the Hermit
The call of the Hermit
Resounding through the air
Bouncing deep within
An echo undeniable
Thrashing the silence
Ripping violently through stillness.
The yearning so long suppressed
Released from Pandora’s box
A wild spirit untamed crushing
Through mind and limb
Leave debris behind in a stench
Why was the call ignored?
Till the pressure burst through weakness
Procrastination the idle delay
Thrust forward inevitable play
A command for boldness
The cave draws the spirit in
The darkness of loneliness an inviting friend
Where thirst for being can be quenched
Where self can be put first
The sacrifice of others in demand
The reward is to know thyself
Contemplation to be without concern
Allowing the selfish snake to raise its head
But learning to fend for self
Survival is key
Sing a song of praise to those that has gone before
Who left behind the touch and smiles
To venture alone and enter the open spaces within
The path is not unique. Others has led the way
Destiny to be filled when it is nature’s call
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