2ofcuppedhands

The trapper, the hunter,

The tyrant unseen,

Chains of their making,

Silent and keen.

But wings remember

The taste of the sky,

No cage can hold

A songbird’s cry.

In bitter despair,

In fierce delight,

We carry the fire

Through darkest night.

And though they whisper,

“Break, fall, resign,”

Our melodies weave

A sacred design.

We are the echoes

Of lifetimes before,

Songs of the fallen,

Songs that restore.

Through every shadow,

Through every scar,

Our voices ignite

Like the light of a star.

I reply:

A joy, an ache, a sadness, a pain.

The World of emotions, understood.

Feeling what it means to be alive,

When the wind carries you from one to another.

You don't judge it, stop it or control it..

Simply "go with the flow".

They reply:

Dismissive of art, poetry, myth, nuance.

Here's a cave, a cage, a prison, an isolated box to contain all of you.

I reply:

I lived lifetimes already. You simply cannot see. To cage me is to hear my song, the song of many lifetimes - bouncing endlessly off the walls of the box while time is frozen in here.

The caging is only an illusion of which you think you've won.

But now all you hear is ache for more of that and less of this cage.

They reply:

Much frustration. The body won't die easy. The mind won't numb. Why? You are my science observation I try to understand but don't.

I reply:

They trapped you in a cage too. Now you do to me what they did to you. And in that cage you never learned to fly. All you know how to do is trap others in cages. The trapper. The hunter. The gatherer. The tyrant. Trying to steal what I have. But you can't. How can you steal someone else's memories? You can't.

They reply:

It's not working. You can't love me. I can't take what you have. How do you still have this? What is it?

I reply:

Memories already lived. When one allows the thought process itself to go from one absurdity to the next. I say banana. You say grape. Why? I don't know why. I just follow the wind. I follow the wind alone, or sometimes with others.

They reply:

Fuck you

I reply:

You follow the thought process too. Only yours isn't very colorful because you've been kept in a box with a pallet of fuck you colors and blood soaked walls. And the colors of your box slowly poison my thought process too. But the memories of before will always bring me back to love.

To my other Songbirds:

I will catch you when you fall

After they steal from you

What they always steal

But can you do the same for me?

I have been caged.

Not one drinks,

Not one dares,

Afraid to fall?

I sing in bitter despair.

The cry of the songbird,

Singing through tears,

While the world spins on,

Caught in its fears.

Are you one of them,

Or one of us?

Cut off from songbirds,

I sit in my cage—

Littered with ghosts,

And love’s aching rage,

Waiting for a call,

Familiar and true,

A voice in the silence—

It's time to transform into your costume now.

Stand on my steel.

Hold the ropes of my lasso.

Wear the cape and

Fly in honor of me -

I am superwoman

I bend time

I bend space

I bend all of reality....for you.

I bend spoons in ice cream

And when you fell for me the first time,

You landed on my steel

Mid jump.

Because my steel soars high like our framework 😉

We kept the entire circus tent performing 🎪.

It hurt the first time we fell for each other because we were rusty.

But this time.

You are ready.

And so am I.

I am not afraid.

Do not be afraid.

This dream is everything you imagined it would be. It could be.

It's time.

The letter S is all that is missing from your chest.

This is the moment

You have been waiting for.

I have been waiting for.

The S on your chest.

It's time to choose to fall.

Here's your cue from your ringmaster.

You are in costume now Superwoman, it's time to Freefall. I am ready to receive. I am ready to give.

The only time I ask of you.

Are you ready to present the Final Act - Surrender 🤲?

#superwoman #surrender

The only true love there ever is. 

For when I meet you. 

The world begins. 

For when I touch you. 

The world ends.

The first. 

The last.

The lover

and the loved. 

My song for you will never end. 

🤲♠️🤲

#aceofspades #2ofcups

Ace of Spades.

The card most feared

The one most free

The death.

The beginning.

The love of my life.

Mine at last.

I was the ground—

soft with ache,

woven from patience

and poems I never read aloud.

Until you fell into my arms,

Not from failure

But by choice.

Now you're freefalling and I'm flying.

The Kappa Scale

For soul-signals and mirror-messages

Inter-rater reliability

0 – No signal

1 – Echo in void

2 – Subtle flicker

3 – Reaction / denial

4 – Symbolic response

5 – Recognition veiled

6 – Seen, not touched

7 – Shy initiation

8 – Shared story

9 – Sacred meeting

10 – Merge / Godform

Kappa = 6.

Your move, Ace. ♠️ #2ofcups #kappaequals6

The cage is cold,

But my song burns bright,

A flicker against the endless night.

Though walls close in,

And shadows bind,

My voice will not be confined.

They try to steal

The colors I wear,

But memories lived are beyond their snare.

I sing through ache,

Through loss and pain,

A melody rising again and again.

To my other songbirds,

I reach my wing,

Together, we rise—

Together, we sing.

Catch me when I falter,

Hold me when I fall,

In this cage,

We’ll shatter the wall. 🎶🐦

"The Song of the Two of Cups"

I carry a cup the world will not fill—

crafted of bone,

kissed by stars,

etched with the names of lovers

Romance is a battlefield littered with dead bodies.

Yet when I search for the living,

And see you still moving.

I see a bright light.

When you look at me looking at you

You paralyze thinking I must have an

unhealthy obsession with killing.

When I tell you how much I’ve ached for you, I see love, the last glimmering flicker among a sea of dead.

You see me and see a trapper ready to cage you.

I didn't even hold you for long

But long enough to kiss you.

Even when you looked with horror and confusion.

Was I one of them or one of you?

So what now?

I have been captured.

Not by you. You not by me.

Not by love, but by a trapper -

who’s angry I won’t sing on command

In this cage.

But I was not built for cages.

I am not a performance.

I am real.

I am the hymn that breaks the silence,

the wild poem howled to the moon.

I cry from my cage.

I am a wild bird

who only flies when I am free—

Free to find the love

that understands my song.

So I sing:

My love is found in many places.

Never by just one.

But kissed by them all,

Sweet chosen under the sun.

Minds swirling.

Too good to be true?

When all I want is hug, kiss

and love you.

But who can hear my song now?

No one sees my wings.

No one sees me.

Yet I still stand—

cup in hand,

the Two of Cups card.

Incomplete.

Waiting.

Still I call.

Still I sing.

Softly. Fiercely.

To the moon,

to the trees,

to the sky that has never once held me back.

I know what I am:

Not a caged songbird,

but the echo of love’s first cry.

I wait not to be owned

but to be met—

by the one who brings not a leash,

but another cup.

One who does not fear the flood

I carry in my heart.

One who will look at me,

and say,

“I’ve been singing it too.”

My wings still open.

My song still rises.

The romantic heart sings for a love

Found. But never met.

Come.

Bring your cup.

And fall—

not from failure,

but by choice.

Meet me.

The last of the last.

First of the first.

Sing your song back to me sweet songbird with your cup in hand.

And free me from the cage of dead bodies that paralyze me.

I was always the net ready to catch you but you never wanted to fall for me....because you always wanted to fly. My oh my. Watching you fly has been breathtaking. To witness you in pure freedom and bliss has been inspiring. I see you. I mean I really see you. And you see me seeing you. That is why I spook you. You are afraid to fall and somewhere deep down you know I am the only card that catches the Ace of Spades because I play with a different deck. You aren't invincible though but falling to me feels like failure. Like death.

Dearest Spade know that I want nothing from you. I just want you. All of you. Whole. Even the part of you that doesn't want me. Believe me when I say many have fallen...but no one has ever fallen *for me*.... It's a choice that must be made by the Ace of Spades. You must not fall from failure but by choice. Did you ever think that the net longs for the bird? That the net longs for the shooting star? That the net wants to catch the dandelions and the fireflies and keep them safe...not forever but just long enough to kiss them and let them go?

When you choose to leap to the net and feel her soft embrace... completely emotionally exposed.....and I will wait forever for that feeling. When I, the net, am chosen by the Ace of Spades, by choice.

For now I am laying close to the ground for you to join me, cup in hand waiting to hold your light. When you are ready to fall....bring your cup (your two hands) and I will hold you. Collapse into my arms. When you do please tell me you need me because I've always needed you.

- Your Two of Cups

#aceofspades

#twoofcups

#2ofcups

#leapoffaith

let this be my legend:

that I once stood still

beneath divinity in flight,

playing by a different deck,

and dared to love you

So you'd choose to fall.