Cancer Daughter/Capricorn Father, titled The Dark Side of the Goat, by sea'lestial...
It must be lonely at the heights you climb
the air up there must be your food,
your nourishment must be from
your steady focused climb.
It seems so cold and cut off from the lofty heights you dwell
Living in an emotional vacuum ~ feelings so shut-off, callous
and caustic, I wonder if you are dead inside.
I struggle to find a way to connect with you ~ to relate ~ communicate
It's like a self-inflicted torture every time I talk with you,
it's like a slap in my face, and you feel so righteous about it, don't you.
Perhaps I'm just too sensitive, too attached to walk away,
to not care...I don't know how to shield myself from the hurt you inflict.
I find my emotions contain and absorb you,
such that you are a part of me ~ so to reject you only hurts me.
Yet as much as I bury the rage at the way you've treated me,
the child within me still longs to be seen, understood, tenderly treated.
Silly child, will you ever learn...he's not the father you needed.
So many wounds, such deeply repressed emotions
lurk beneath your stoic surface.
The toughness and hardness you inflict,
cannot hide what I feel seething and aching within you.
The compassionate mother in me longs to help you,
even as you hurt and abuse me, I still love you,
and feel so sorry for your pain, as I know
the wounds and scars you have are deep.
Underneath the rage and violence is a hurt little boy,
crying out for love, who was abandoned, cast aside,
and my heart breaks for you.
You hate my emotions, you can't stand to even look within
and feel, really feel what you carry inside.
You say you're strong, you act so tough,
but you dont' even know the strength it takes to face your stuff
to deal with what you have buried inside.
There is strength in vulnerability, courage in surrender.
From out of the hard-encased shell I emerged,
broken, fractured, my psyche deeply scarred,
after years I rose from the depressed and withdrawn
shadow of a self....to heal, to emerge, to learn
to rise, like a phoenix from the ashes of my past,
no longer haunted, no longer a victim.
I am free to be soft, vulerable, caring and open.
I surround myself with those who honor, respect and support my nature,
value and see me, and who don't try and change me.
My past is over, at last I am free.
Cancer Woman/Capricorn Man, titled The moon and Saturn, by Jackie O.
Inside her soul she aches
within her lies a vacancy,
a tender void of imagined slight.
His stare is so intense -
the same eyes that searched
inside of her just that way
the day before and since.
Her eyes they shine like
sun on glass and glitter
flows from parted lips.
The colors circle,
swirl and dance
about her form.
He stands motionless
with strength and determination -
he appears so unmoved.
The moon can see, dear Saturn sir,
beneath the glow on rippled flesh -
another day and still he stares.
Her phases wane then wax again,
she dares his gaze to glows within
his self-contained prison.
It is inside this man the passion waits -
he calms her sea and she stirs his ocean,
luminescent with shimmering bliss.
He is drawn to her...
a senseless magic has consumed
his great defense.
Heavenly opposition causes them to seek
an essence the other possesses.
He will stand on principle impervious
to her mischievous
temptation.
Cancer Woman/Capricorn Man Musings, by Devakai...
Longing
Beauty, I am tired
Of missing you
Moonlit nights
Candlelight
When I should've been
Kissing you.
Can you still feel my soul?
Weeping in your absence
Weeping in your abstinence
Crying like a river
That's been dammed
Trickling out in places
It doesn't know.
The Bond
She glides across his darkness
Like the black on a bird
Takes comfort in
The familiarity of his touch
Unencumbered by a word.
So little is known
And yet so much
She sobs when he's gone
Sometimes when he's not
Blood is necessary but
Sometimes tends to clot.
Rhythm of Home
Three nights of you and
Now I'm alone again
I keep the dream alive
Visualizing you dancing
On the moonbeams in my head.
The stars get jealous and
Come out to play
They want to hear the song
Your heart sings
Of all the beautiful souls
You have known
They want to feel the rhythm
I have come to call home.
Cancer Woman/Capricorn Man, by Natasha, titled
Being In Love Means Never Having To Be There...
Alone...by the phone
that is the way he left her,
anointed in roses and myrrh.
She is beautiful and waiting
but Caps and Cancers
will never be mating
in this lifetime.
He is outside of her kind,
outside her reach.
He bruised her love
with his fist in her velvet glove,
he took her to his playpen
and now she hurts.
She will call the best friend she has made
for some alcohol and a bandaid.
She doesn't care anymore where he has been,
or if he is hanging out with men,
at bars
to smoke cigars
and gamble away
her hard earned pay.
He is all and she is small
until she finds the alcohol
and hits his image with a bottle
only to find out it's someone else
she wants to throttle.
Better find an escape plan
that doesn't involve a man...
let's see if she can.
Le Moon Maiden's Escape Plan
Always Involves Agua
Cancer Woman/Capricorn Man, by Carlo,
titled New Moon Maiden Rising...
Money, marriage, maternity
Sympathy, security, serenity
Are what I want and all I need,
My three M’s and three S’s.
And for a while I had more
Certainty than guesses.
Yet when we would fight
He wouldn’t make it right.
All I wanted was a touch,
A smile, a gaze, a sign
That everything was
Or would be fine.
Instead I think, opine, and drink
This whole bottle of white wine.
Like a stone statue he would be
Not light nor forgiving, but heavy,
I’m sure I appeared to him as weak
Yet love was all I sought and seek.
I tried to reach out and to touch,
Sigh, apologize, be soft, and such.
He’d sweep his hand dismissively
Act uninterested and indifferently
Avert his stern Saturnine gaze,
Snicker at my shy, tender ways,
Unresponsive, unsympathetic be
If I’d try just to kiss and say sorry.
And so, you know, I had to turn aside
“I’m in the shower,” I’d hide and lie,
And cry and cry and cry and cry.
Yet all those times I was feeling sorry
For myself, crying my silly elf to sleep,
Further into my shell of hurt I’d retreat.
I’ve had lots of time to think since then
I know more now, of myself, of men,
No more will I go so far out on a limb,
& I no longer pine, I’m sorriest for him.
Maybe I should heed astrology
Direct instead my sympathy
Not to myself, yet to the guy,
No longer wonder if or why,
For if I do, or so I’m told,
And screw self-pity, become bold,
Attempt to climb that mountain high
I might not tumble from the sky
Slow and sure, to that next ledge
Hanging by a claw upon the edge
Face my fear of falling far and fast
To reach the summit one day at last
Courage and patience, steadfast me
To glimpse this forgotten eternity.
Yet if he isn’t waiting there this time
I’ll never write another song or rhyme
About a love that should work out,
And no, I’ll not sob, cry, nor pout,
I’ll do what every girl should do,
I’ll find a new guy, one like you.
