Poetry - Various poems including Desiderata. Scorpiosite -

Particularly relevant for Scorpios. The problem of controlled anger and resentment. The English poet William Blake expressed something of this problem in his poem, "A Poison Tree".

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I water'd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright;
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine.

And into my garden stole,
When the night had veil'd the pole:
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretch'd beneath the tree.

See Article 37 - Scorpio Profile for more about controlling that side of your nature.

When light is not light
When eyes are for one moment afraid
And the why of what we are reaches out
To touch whatever it is lying next to us
So long as it be alive
So long as it be something
More than nothing but ourselves.

The roads of life are short and tough
The bends and signs deceive,
Advice and guidance are plentiful
But who are you to believe.

But do not despair as so many have done
when there seems just no end to your travel,
Just keep on driving and believe in yourself
And the hazards bends will unravel.

Your drive on the roads is mostly alone
Your friends are far and too few,
Just try to realize at the end of day
The only one driving is you.

You look in the rear view mirror
As the fleeting roads diminish and crack,
So never reverse on this short precious journey
You can never, ever go back.

Enjoying the journey on roads of your life
No matter to where you are sent,
Is the quickest easiest route of them all
To happiness joy and content.

Most people see driving as a chore and pain
So eager to arrive where they're going,
Just plant some seeds at where you are now
And ahead you will reap all your sowing.

Some people like driving with eyes mostly closed
They crash and mow down without knowing,
But what they forget on their blind hit and run
its the journey not where they're going.

Once you know this, the roads become clear
The hazards and hills all unroll,
Both the route and map have always been there
Locked up in the depths of your soul.

Ode To Life (Not a poem, but it has resonance)

Sometimes people come into your life and you know right away that they were meant to be there, to serve some sort of purpose, teach you a lesson, or to help you figure out who you are or who you want to become.

You never know who these people may be (possibly your roommate, neighbor, co-worker, long lost friend, lover, or even a complete stranger), but when you lock eyes with them, you know at that very moment they will affect your life in some profound way.

And sometimes things happen to you that may seem horrible, painful, and unfair at first, but in reflection you find that without overcoming those obstacles you would have never realized your potential, strength, willpower, or heart.

Everything happens for a reason. Nothing happens by chance or by means of good luck Illness, injury, love, lost moments of true greatness, and sheer stupidity all occur to test the limits of your soul. Without these small tests, whatever they may be, life would be like a smoothly paved, straight, road to nowhere. It would be safe and comfortable, but dull and utterly pointless.

The people you meet who affect your life, and the success and downfalls you experience, help to create who you are and who you become. Even these experiences can be learned from. In fact, they are probably the most poignant and important ones.

If someone hurts you, betrays you, or breaks your heart, forgive them, for they have helped you learn about trust and the importance of being cautious when you open your heart. If someone loves you, love them back unconditionally, not only because they love you, but because in a way, they are teaching you to love and how to open your heart and eyes to things.

Make every day count. Appreciate every moment and take from those moments everything that you possibly can for you may never be able to experience it again. Talk to people that you have never talked to before, and actually listen.

Let yourself fall in love, break free, and set your sights high. Hold your head up because you have every right to. Tell yourself you are a great individual and believe in yourself, for if you don't believe in yourself; it will be hard for others to believe in you.

You can make of your life anything you wish. Create your own life and then go out and live it with absolutely no regrets. Most importantly, if you love someone tell him or her, for you never know what tomorrow may have in store. And learn a lesson in life each day that you live.

Drowning in a sea of depression
I can't speak, I can't hear, I can't see, I can't touch
But I can feel the pain of my sorrow
I can taste the bitterness of my tears
Yes I cry, I howl, I scream, inside I'm overwhelmed with responsibilities
In my despair nothing makes sense
I don't feel loved, but people say they love me
It doesn't ring true
No one knows my pain
No one understands my sorrow
The questions they ask
I cannot answer
Comprehension escapes me just as it does them
My pain, my sorrow, my tears
These feelings I can't understand
What does anything mean
Does anything mean anything
Please help me understand
Take me away from my pain, sorrow
Take away all my grief
Repair my soul, let me feel again
Let me have my voice Give me back my sight
Take away the bitterness
Give me something sweet
Give me love and understanding
Patience and happiness
Or At least allow me to be content with being me.

On The Road That I Have Taken

On the road that I have taken,
one day, walking, I awaken,
amazed to see where I have come,
where I'm going, where I'm from.

This is not the path I thought.
This is not the place I sought.
This is not the dream I bought,
just a fever of fate I've caught.

I'll change highways in a while,
at the crossroads, one more mile.
My path is lit by my own fire.
I'm going only where I desire.

On the road that I have taken,
one day, walking, I awaken.
One day, walking, I awaken,
on the road that I have taken.

At the point where hope and reason part,
lies the spot where madness gets a start.
Hope to make the world kinder and free--
but flowers of hope root in reality.

No peaceful bed exists for lamb or lion,
unless on some world out beyond Orion.
Do not instruct the owls to spare the mice.
Owls acting as owls must is not a vice.

Storms do not respond to heartless pleas.
All the words of men can't calm the seas.
Nature--always beneficial and cruel--
won't change for a wise man or a fool.

Mankind shares all Nature's imperfections,
clearly visible to casual inspections.
Resisting betterment is the human trait.
The ideal of utopia is our tragic fate.

Desiderata

Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.

As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons.

Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others,

even the dull and ignorant; they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexations to the spirit.

If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter;

for always there will be great and lesser persons than yourself.

Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble;

it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery.

But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;

Many persons strive for high ideals; and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love;

for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.

Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.

But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.

Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.

And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be,

and whatever your labours and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace in your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams,

it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

Scorpio rules necrophiles and varied sexofreaks,
God when he's creative or mad,
A good many Arabs, Italians and Greeks,
And little girls who wanna be bad.

The go-go dancer clad in just a feather
Dramas that are played out in bed,
Dominating sadists in leather,
And millions of not so grateful dead.

Pickles cigars and long hard tools
Jack hammers rifles and drills
Places you hide the family jewels
Condoms and birth control pills.

Forty- second street on Saturday night,
Sickies who want to be destroyed,
People who hold your letters up to the light,
And EVERYTHING according to Freud.

Doctors and butchers are under this sign,
And fins that stick out of the sea,
Snow White's Stepmother and Frankenstein,
Mrs. Clinton and DeSade the Marquis.

Hijackers, hookers, Kidnappers Looters,
Blue jeans and gorgeous behinds,
The guys who clean your drains with their roto- rooters,
And don't forget johns of all kinds.

Footsteps behind you that quicken their pace,
Motels and night time raids,
A nylon stocking over your face,
Herpes, Clamydia, Aids.

Then of course there are plagues bubonic,
Twenty years of three packs a day,
All the forces you'd consider demonic,
Plus the power to throw your cigarettes away.

The strength to swim an icy river,
The courage of a fiery red ant,
The magic to grow back your liver,
The rage when they tell you you can't.

They kid they told, 'We're sorry , but it's Cancer,"
The woman who had six months left on Earth.
Five years down the road, the kid's a dancer,
Ten years later SHE's still giving birth.

So if we turn to missile deployment,
When the pumpkins have replaced all the coaches,
When it's one hundred percent unemployment,
And there's nothing left but ringing phones and roaches,

Who's' gonna make it through the mushroom cloud,
Laughing at apocalyptic jive?
Who will roll the stone away and tear off the shroud?
Who's gonna keep this world alive?

What gives a peach tree peaches?
What fills the space between the stars?
What happens all along moonlit beaches
And sometimes late at night in bars?