The Ten of Wands
This guy...
Inspiration laden.
Burden hurtin’.
Over extended.
Wishing this day had ended.
What you see is
The weight of ideas.
And a banner
With the sun, the moon and another symbol
That means you’re smack dab in the middle.
The journey is why’d.
But it’s also far.
Who’s the genius that took all this on?
You are.
The Ten of Pentacles
Some lump sum.
Or trust fund.
A heap of cash on hand.
No bills!
A financial plan.
Fulfilled!
Be sure to thank your ancestors.
And all the old money investors.
And reap the rewards for which you strove.
What’s yours is yours.
A treasure trove.
This X marks the spot.
Jackpot!
ten of swords
Have no fear
Things only go up from here.
Was it fate or free will?
The former, the latter-
It doesn’t really matter.
One thing is certain.
Your head’s on a platter.
And though it looks like you’re out for the duration
Think of it as a culmination.
You can now see where this begun by looking at what its become.
But for right now you’re done.
No words but one:
Why.
Ten of Cups
“Waiter, more champagne!”
Let me explain:
Sometimes a redundancy of abundance erupts.
Interrupts the grumps,
Erases slumps,
Puts the umph in triumph.
Rejoice.
The time has come to make some noise.
Be elated.
The party in your pants has just migrated.
Now it’s a celebration in your bra,
A jubilee in your knee.
And a saturnalia in your genitalia.
Enjoy.
Care not who you annoy.
You are the Ten of Cups.
Now the hard part: keeping it up.
