Hidden faraway
In middle eastern stars
Beneath mystery & intoxicating passion
do my scorpions stand steady and supreme
to teach you humility
The will to fight
And The choice to believe
Like the clear sounds of a Beacon call
The cries of victory
The beginning of change
Like Columbus and the Indians
Like Water displacement & Tsunami buoys
My scorpions do go forth to conquer
Riddled with power
Astute, highly intelligent & determined
The scorpions stay fixed as leaders in the eight house
Reserved, loyal, firm & somewhat proud
It is said; The wisdom of the serpent lies concealed in scorpius
With a destiny only for greatness
Let her rule these lands
For though her passion be stronger than wine
And her wrath be fiercer than the snakes venom
she was truly born to lead
And if I find her love addictive
Then leave me be
For this drunken man has found his solace
A million stings for his kisses
Let him rule my heart
For my scorpion king knows me too well
And though I may be drunk off his venom
Let me stay drunk with his love
For passion was made to be this way
Then again, if I wake up broken hearted
Leave me be
Cos I’ll gladly take one more sip from his fountain
For though her passion be stronger than wine
And her wrath be fiercer than the snakes venom
Then again, if I wake up broken hearted
Leave me be
Cos Iβll gladly take one more sip from his fountain
GLORIA I LIKE THESE WORDS, BUT DANG I ALWAYS DRINK THE VENOM KNOWING IT IS STRONGER THAN SNAKE VENOM,,,,UGGGGG, I TELL MY GIRLFRIENDS LEASVE ME FOR ONE MORE SIP,,,DUMB, DUMB,DUMB ME!
NICELY WRITTEN MY DEAR,,,
haha.. glad you’re loving them.. π
still haven’t completed the challenge you gave me, but will do by this weekend π
LISTEN HONEY, LOVE IS SO EXHAUSTING THATS WHAT I GOT FROM THIS POEM,,,AND I AM TIRED,,,BUT THATS ANOTHER STORY, I DONT THINK THERE IS ENOUGH ROOM ON THIS REPLY SECTION FOR ME TO TYPE ABOUT LOVE AND ALL THE FOOLISHNESS THAT COMES ALONG WITH IT, BUT IT KEEPS ME WRITING, ANYWAY. THE CHALLENGE, YOU HAVE NOTHING BUT TIME SWEETIE, NO WORRIES (: HAVE A GREAT DAY LOVE…
Yea, Love is exhausting
Yet we keep coming back for more
Yearning to be stung once again
You’d think by now we’d know better
well.. maybe we weren’t meant to ‘Know better’ lol… π