Iambic Pentameter-Modern Day English Astrological Tear “The greatest darkness hides the strongest light,”

Journey At least that’s what my father said to me We live across a field of shattered dreams, As we drove out into the northern parks. Unsure of where we are, or where to be, The stars would one by one emerge for me Since we became the victims of the curse, The farther I was away from city lights. Unfairly placed over humble men. The memory stayed with me for a time, The wealthy mock the poor yet, the hopeful cry Until the second time I came to see. Uncaring souls cannot comprehend The stars became a twisted form of hope, Why we still fight to liberate ourselves As I stood here alone beside the lake, From endless ridicule and false respect, Aquarius emerged from its cocoon. Created only by false sympathy, It seemed to want to speak to me that night, As we march through the fields, untouched by steel. But I could not ignore the constant calls We roam through eternal storms in search of home, That beckoned me from my hometown afar. Despite the fact we will never succeed, So then I left without a second thought For home is just a distant memory Of what Aquarius would think of me. At least we still go forward with a dream, Now I stand here with Aries in my heart, Which many people across the globe As I watch for the lake to soon reveal Have never done and may never do. The constellation of Aquarius, Seeking only what we read in books So I may show how much I have matured. Written by the masters from the past, Alas, she never came again to me. We watch as new companions join our rank The wind blew harsh at me to my dismay. In hopes that we may one day save the dream For she was suffering from jealousy, They had a while, until it turned to glass. As I now walked with Aries near my heart Across the fields we see a lone tree I told her I would always be the same, Impregnable to time and nature’s wrath. But she would never answer me again. Surrounded by the dreams of broken men, I fear she may be just a fading sign. It grows unmoved to urge our single dream While she becomes a painful memory, To never fall into the shattered glass In eyes that only she could cure the sting. We walk in search for home, sweet home. Do I miss her in any way or shape? We live upon a field of shattered dreams, Perhaps I do, but I do not regret And only ours could last the slice of death. A single thing I’ve done to reach this point. So I will live my life without the guilt, Of leaving her to float upon the lake, In shock of how I changed and how she lost. Legends Do you reflect an image on the wall? Do you suggest any of your own thoughts? The print you make on life can be surreal, When all you have to do is say a word. A word can make the world a better place, A word can make the world a solemn land, It all depends on how you use the word. But nowadays we cannot say some thoughts, Because they hurt another’s pride or aura, They just do not want others speaking of The first idea popping in their minds. Now I can see an image on the wall, That mimics every action we perform, Lately it has started to fade away, Because of all the rules forbidding words. Can you remember anytime you spoke? When you used words that others thought as cursed, Were you disgraced or were you canonized? When I attempted to display my soul, With words that others saw as purely evil, I took that rage and made it my reward, For any speech that triggers such a response, Deserves a little credit for its strength. Of all the greatest speeches ever made, Not one revolved around accepted thoughts. They all were made to spark a fading match, To place their thoughts upon the doors of man, On wooden nails etched with names of ghosts. Ignore the ranting of the jealous bunch And write of what your soul can never say.