Taurus Girl/Scorpio Boy, by trippysht...





we've been together so long now
i hardly remember how it all started
though i do recall -
one day i took your hand for a stroll
and for you it meant we were already one
so i guess you pulled us together
always a step ahead of me
with that knowing of yours
that it would be forever and a day
and there was certainly no reason
to break your heart then

we do have some wonderful times
and we do make and excellent team
I guess that’s why...

one day you asked me
why i can’t meet you halfway
match your efforts
to compromise for us and
‘well,’ i said,
'i guess i don’t care enough
about us
to help us’
and was as horrified as you
by the words that came out of my mouth
but later realized
how i finally spoke the truth
and that's all you’ve ever wanted

so... suppose i finally make a move
and turn slowly away from you
will i discover that no one else
could be with me so intensely
or hold me so tightly
or need me so desperately
or love so passionately...
i always complain that you
are too much for me to handle
but will anyone else be enough

you’ve always believed that
there is nothing but you and me
but i’ve always believed
there must be more to life
and i suppose now i want
to find out for sure

(to be continued...?)





Taurus Girl/Scorpio Boy, titled A Tribute to the Pain of My Best Friend, by kate...


I set myself on fire because the heat of
curiosity blazes through my soul and
lights my heart, a bonfire.

I have to feel the flames on my outside
to protect my inner thoughts from the probing
ceaseless heat of your probing ceaseless
eyes that light the fires in my soul and
turn my barriers to ashes and make me
curious as hell to know how you create
the spark that drives my ambitions,
drives my thoughts, stokes my fire,
and brands my mind with the embers
of your soul shaped like all the things
you love and all the things I love.

Now why would you do something like that
to someone like me?

I burn. Do you?





Two poems on Taurus Woman/Scorpio Man, by Natasha...


No More Drama Queens For Me

Scorpio lover
You were my mother
And now you are my brother.

Taurus and Scorpio can work you say?
He's not for me
Can't you see what I see?
I wish you could be me.

The tune of "Not for Me"
For my Scorpio who I loved before...

Don't you dare
Tell me he will care!
I'm final, it's the final curtain
I never want to hear
From any cheerful Pollyannas
That tell you fate supplies a mate.

They're writing songs of love
But not for me
A lucky star is above
But not for me.

With love to lead the way
I've found more skies of gray
Than I ever dreamed possible...
I was a fool to fall and get that way
Although I can't dismiss
The memory of his kiss...

I guess he's not for me.





Psychiatrists

You Scorpio Man were my psychiatrist
I was your Taurus assistant
I watched while you screwed all your patients
and I gave them directions to the turnpike.
"Don't you dare
go there,"
I would say.
Because there are artificial reindeer in the street,
wherever you and the doctor will meet.

They are decorating the malls for Christmas.
Listen to my door moan...
I would ask my boss for a loan,
but then I would feel like a dirty street...
even though when we meet
he always tries to get blown.





Taurus Woman/Scorpio Man, titled Lord Hades, by Olivia Peyton...




I welcomed you, Lord Hades, as would
An infernal Proserpina, hell-bent on leaving
The beauteous world of Light and Love -
A weary-worn child of field and meadow who
Thought perhaps the acrid stench of sulfur
Romantic, rising off the moor uncouth.
Not knowing that the pomegranate
Contained a sharpened serpent's tooth.

So when the field and meadow were laid barren,
And red juice of berry stained the soul,
The sovereign of Dis unleashed his daemons
And created smoke to hide his faults -
The torment was intense yet Proserpina
Believed in death that meant reprise -
Was a Scorpion not an Eagle -
Did the Phoenix not also rise?

The fire laid waste to all save conscience,
The water tossed on embers cruel,
Creating smoke that fogged the wasteland
Leaving all save one small root
That led your Proserpina back
To Heaven, and rekindled put-out blaze -
Nevermore will Proserpina
Venture down the Scorpion's maze.





Taurus Woman/Scorpio Man, by Jessie...


When we met the connection was great
you held my hand and talked of fate.

I like to eat and sit alone
and you just keep callin up my phone
blocked out number, breaths and a deep voice
all that stalking was your choice.

Independence in love is my dream
you wanted all my time, it seemed
I tried to dsappear but you would find me
so now out of this town is where this girl shall be.

Goodbye mr scorpio, this week was so long
you sucked out my energy and now our memories are this song.





Taurus Man/Scorpio Woman, titled Zodiac Playahs, by Carlo…


“Yo Play, you see that girl over there?
You see, she keeps looking over here.
So you know she’s all checking out me.
And whadaya know, tonight I’m free.”

“I don’t know, dog,
I mean, she’s cute and all that,
but she’s gonna run the show,
being all the sign o’ the Cat.”

“Yo, yo…what did you just say?
That she’s…a Leo...so what, Play?”

“I’m just saying, you being a Taurus
and her the obvious kittenish queen,
she’ll have you making sandwiches &
rubbing her feet during Lifetime flicks.
It ain’t right, dog, I mean, on the scene,
there are all of these other fine chicks.
Unless you’re just looking to hit,
then she might just be okay with it,
or somehow you’ll get away with it.
Compliment her eyes, smile, and mane -
easiest way to run the Leo girl game.”

“Well, nah, if it’s all like this and like that
I’ll be the one put and putting out, not the cat.
Now what about that yon fly girly right there.
Look, she’s giving me that ‘come hither’ stare.”

“Yeah, def a cutie, that one sure is,
but dog, girl’s a wacky Aquarius…
not for nothing, she’s a hotty…
yet the next minute…look, see!
Now she’s doing karate!

Her eccentricities, unexpected switches
her sudden Uranian zig zags of behavior
she thinks she’s got to be everyone’s savior.
It’s the Aquarian Age, yo, so it’s all about her
though def not a girl you’ll have to buy a fur.

Those girls are def sexy, yet not overly sexual,
and you gots to appeal to that sharp mind first,
your tired old rap gots to be mentally effectual.”

“Sounds a bit too quirky
maybe a little bit jerky
for reals, an Aquarius is bad
for a simple Taurus lad?
What about that def PYT
See, she’s looking…ya see?

“Ah, you picked the Scorpio, yo.
She’s looking over here fo sho,
although no light flirtation
or any casual affectation,
not between the two of you.
She’s your opposite sign, yo,
explosive passion, ruled by Pluto.
All mystery and magnetism;
it’s either disinterest and disaster,
each the slave, and each the master;
or deep devotion to last a lifetime
and beyond that, past forever.
And you don’t have to fake it
and be nearly as Aquarian clever.
It could be dope, or it could be hell
for opposites always attract
yet can just as surely repel.
And don’t tease her too much
or after a fight, do not ever
refuse to truly forgive her.
And man, she’ll be quite a lover.
She is def your best bet, Jack
so here’s the plan of attack:

Just go over there and stand quietly
let her perceive an aura of mystery
she’ll pick up your scent
and come slowly around.
Like I said, don’t front and don’t clown;
relaxed, romantic, and enigmatic you, &
and she might even take you home for the do.”

“Well, all right Play, here’s mud in your eye
I’m gonna go give it the old college try!”

“You’re such a Taurus, dog, go on and good luck.
And a Pisces just saw me, so yo, I’d better duck!”





Scorpio Woman/Taurus Man, titled The Bull and the Scorpion, by Isis...


Drag that bull, stubborn lump of flesh
Sting his heel in an attempt to make it move.
He snorts, angry, but it's difficult to soothe with pincers,
so he stomps all around,
almost crushing the teensy anthropod,
trying to move a two-ton bovine with a two inch pincer - it's ridiculous.
The bystander looking on, laughing, wonders, "why?"
And the little scorpion wonders how the hell it ended up corralled with a bull...





Scorpio Woman/Taurus Man, titled When Earth Meets Water, by Pixelpixie...


Something so sexy...
earthy?
slow and
I don't know...
something else.

Is it my pulse
or electricity
magnetic attraction,
or polarity?

I had to ask him the last time we spoke
(he looked at me like I was playing a joke)
"What's your sign?"... my eyes alight...
a slow burn underneath his skin...
I wondered if he'd let me in...
if only he knew, but I think he did...
the heights I've known within delight.
If he kept playing his cards all right,
maybe he'd be the next surrender.

"I'm a Taurus" were the words he'd tendered.



Well...
I'd never known my opposite
but the sudden rush just made me fall.
Could you handle the waters depths,
the silky weeds, the jagged crawl,
the murky darkness,
the inner call,
the dappled dancing lights upon
the full-blown waves before lights dawn
when the stars shine their brightest
and the hidden caves the tightest,
the crest the movement the tides and ebbs
the seaweed's gasp of drying webs?



Well...
He's hot sand and salty rocks
and a sweet mirage gone with a shock
smooth hard pebbles where scorpion's bask
earth wet with water, a perfect mask.
He's concrete, hard
and stuttered walks,
a bare backed bather against the docks.
He is a gathered grace to shelter
water from a dissolving heat,
knowing power is increased
when touched so indiscreetly
offer water to the baking rocks,
they hiss and burn, slowly merging...
a sauna's steam grows full when coupled
with a gentle urging.
He is a crevice to collect the rains offering of sweet water
lapping at her shores...
they explore
where the surf starts and the sand ends...
only to discover they are one and yet apart
but together
leaves a better foothold
and together
a better bouyancy.

Together,
a kind of prophesy of me and you and
you and me.





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