King of CupsAmidst turbulent waters,King of Cups by Xokpet
The King holds command —
A seat of stone within the storm.
Queen of CupsUpon the throne of IntuitionQueen of Cups by Xokpet
Sits the great Advisor —
Placid water below
And calm sky above,
She of compassion
Gazes into your soul
Knight of CupsSpurred on by the heart’s call,Knight of Cups by Xokpet
The knight flies ahead on winged feet;
Joined by those who flock to his banner
He is impelled to continue his journey.
ReadingLost in their pages,Reading by jdwate
Drowning in their words,
Endless waking days
Getting lost in their world.
Flowing realms of fantasy,
Daring bouts of action,
Sweeping sobs of sorrow,
Fears of places unturned.
The House of Hidden DaysAs I child I built a houseThe House of Hidden Days by Yukime-no-lady
Standing on unsteady blocks
I went quiet as a mouse,
Sweeping dust and putting locks.
It was empty, grey and frozen -
Just one candle in one room.
In the room that I had chosen
To escape the lonely gloom.
Locked the rooms that should be hollow
And ignored the echoed dark -
There were rules I had to follow
Just to keep that tiny spark.
Felt the hallways' soft decaying.
Learnt to never turn my head.
Heard the ghosts' incessant playing
On the corners of my bed.
Secrets stashed inside the keyhholes,
In the cracks, below the rugs.
Shadows stapled to my shoesoles.
Whispers crawled by, quick like bugs.
As a child I built a house
Where I lived a thousand years.
Morning came and I was roused,
But my mind had many tears.
As a child I built a house
Out of blocks of soul and mind.
It was bound by pain and vows,
Hiding things I'll never find.
A Hidden WriterOn the brilliant streets of New YorkA Hidden Writer by sandracaskey
On the abandoned streets of Aubrey
Walks a mere individual
With a message to tell all
Hidden between the hordes of blurry people
Invisible on a lone sidewalk
Stands a singular individual
With hushed lips
In a large, dazzling condo
In an dusty, filthy house
Sits a silent individual
With the dying urge to write the words that have fallen upon their stitched lips
In the eyes of an elder
In the eyes of a child
The eyes see all
But cannot dig beneath clothing and skin
There are millions of remarkable individuals
With an unsteady hand
In third world countries
To a prevailing emperor
The individual with that unsteady hand
Can foresee all
Their empathy and compassion must be understood
For the love of an imaginary being
Beside everyone, stands this individual
With a plastic smile
To beaming eyes
With tainted eyes
To a passionate smile
Beside everyone, stands a hidden writer
Hush now, they must enter a new world.
CrossingYour shadow danced in the grey morningCrossing by water-earth-fire
Above the drew laden grass of winter,
Who crept in on the coat tails of Autumn leaving.
Your shadow walked below the autumn trees,
Who stood in silent solemnity,
As they bade farewell to falling leaves.
Your shadow waited in the season’s cross way,
Above the touching trail of time,
At the pinnacle passing
Into my existence your shadow fades.