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Mar 26 2016

Poetry: “Thorns & Roses” by Renee Tarot, Author of “Broken Heart” on Amazon

Thorns and Roses

by Renee Tarot, Author of Broken Heart on Amazon

Beauty lives within the vine, along with intense pain,
maturing me to Love’s pleasure as lakes swell up with rain.

Wondering where my life should go, confused by Grand Design.
Poring through my soul’s contract, unsure of when I signed.

Hidden enemies everywhere fueled by hearts like Cain,
never seeing their ownselves, nor any other’s pain.

In thick darkness, pierced by thorns, I’ll smell the roses all.
If I refrain, tis my own fault. Only I can let me fall.

Everything depends on me, it’s my realicious time.
Upon my own wings I will rise, the Queen of Things Sublime.

You may see tears or hear me roar, if so, then not so good.
For once it’s done you’ll know my plight, and change, as if you could.

So yes the freshest roses come with thorns that extract blood,
but fore we put the roses down who’ll bleed a thousand floods?

Enjoy me singing “Because You Loved Me”

Mar 2 2016
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Poetry: “Lucidity” – Free Form Verse by Renee Tarot

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“Lucidity”

Poetry About Mature Love

by Renee Tarot, Author of “Broken Heart” on Amazon

2/15/2016

I try to remain lucid….

despite my present existence in an ethereal land of fantasies,

the mistiness of which hinders my vision and sight.

I have been scarred by abandonment of pleasure, love and good times

and now know neither of these are a given,

nor are they to be taken for granted.

Even more, all are worthy of the preparation and patience they require,

and these same three that I have with you seem wholesome, inspirational and right.

Our cosmically weaved carnality testifies of even better times to come

and persuades me of the dire need to obtain lucidity for their continuation.

Lucid in a sense of nurturing focus, realism, trust, transparency, evolution

and acceptance.

Sounds, tastes, aromas and textures of our uniting

are to me as the freshest delicacies enjoyed without want of additional spice.

My intent is to allow lucidity to seduce time by planting and grounding me in

what is,

what is needed,

and what is to come.

And most assuredly, the awe, which has been inspired

by the circumstances creating our connection, is all that

shall intoxicate me in this experience.

RT