When compiling lists or working in sequence, that their seems to be a natural order. We typically begin with either the first and move to the last or begin with the last and move back to the first. There are countless ways to work through "lists" or ideas belonging to groups. That said I thought I'd begin with my own sign, Scorpio.
The
Scorpion
Rebirth,
Renewal, Regeneration
Death
card firmly played,
Yet never fully read
From ends—
Life springs
Reborn,
each and every day
Persistence’s
eroding shine
Consistency of passion—
Atilt,
stinging bite of tailed strike
As
creativity dominates all
Pathways taken in this life
Achieve,
we will—
Lest, the jade monster envelops all
In
my blood a phoenix cries
Pining
for the hour
With a stare so deep
Intensely traversing
Repressed layers of
soul
An
unwillingness to open
To express the many
secrets kept
Isolates
Separates
Love
Is but an obscure dream
Yet through passion
Some days it seems
found
Until
The honeymoon expires
And
the hours grow
Apart
Neutrality
is vocabulary unassociated
Love or dislike, the only options
Enigmatic schizophrenia
Of
spirit and mind
Ever changing composition
As
each luster fades or shines
We
cannot fail
A
piece dies if we do
S P A C E
Opens
Doorways
Within the self
Into
the spirit of others
If
Hypnotic charms allowed
M.
Pointed tail
Upwardly
aim
Red
skies
Purple
clouds
Black.
Water
submerges thought
Water
revitalizes the broken
Heals
the whole…self
Warrior
and destroyer
Number
9, Number 9, Number 9, Number 9
Nine,
Nine, Nine…Not a number alone
My
day, amongst peers,
Kin
connected through stars,
On
the third of November, a marathon runner was born. His race is far from over; his race is never
done. Fears of second best can spark or
finish him. The way forward is, and
always has been through, knowledge, the intellectual power that binds the soul
like epoxy does the thralls of repair.
People
tend to learn, continuously, as days march on. Where each step is taken,
another step is spawned. We learn more
about ourselves in times of tribulation and moments of distress than ever could
we dare to learn in the sentences of victory and happiness.
Pace,
I have, I will
Continue focused
In
progressive rendering
Persistence I’ll not forget
Yet
be warned
A ruthless side I’ve been known to
adorn
Thorns
of inlets coarsely form,
Depressive
to charms internal—
Closed to external adoration
Until
the phoenix flies anew
Under
veils of self control
We bide the time to strike
Tail
twitch
Twitch of tail
Flood
the passageway
With communication on my side
Broad
horizons,
Built superhuman by
designation
Creative
endeavors never cease in their spout forth
Until the common good is solved
Then—
A moment of relaxation,
A period of observation the
grandiose well
Until—
The time is ready to begin the
process,
Of
regeneration and rebirth…
A sting of a scorpion, the wings of a
phoenix
Intrinsically
bind the time that leads us.
