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Lunar Luvnotes Dec 2014
Sunlit faceted grass,
shimmers in the mist
as I slough off my past,
like a python sheds her skin.
Eucalyptus columns enchant
over the backdrop of clouds,
spilled over sprawling hills.
Like a mast catching wind,
like my hair,
I'm ready to set sail
away from this land,
but not from my people,
whose spirit will burn on
in the deepest part of my heart.
This desolate beautiful place
made me crazy,
and very polite.
I really like it like that.
This is about growing up in a farm town with a whole Lotta nothing to do growing up. It makes you crazy for better (musicians and artists) or worse (lots of drugs) Moving back to where I'm from,  Santa Cruz and realizing being raised in a town whose population is more than half Latin makes you a have better manners with more feeling and support within the community. People aren't so out of touch with themselves. I bring my small town vibes to the heart of San Francisco, the cold part with the lawyers and bankers. I keep my cool, or rather my warm.
Lunar Luvnotes Dec 2014
What becomes of the broken-hearted?
I guess it matters who they are.
An artist? Masterpieces.
An existentialist? Epiphanies.
A physicist? Reality.
From my notebook last month. Like Jimmy Ruffin mused in his ballad, What Becomes of the Broken Hearted, I played it repeatedly as a child. His cathartic paradise moved me.
Lunar Luvnotes Dec 2014
If this life plane is but illusion,
let me live in your heart
where time is ceaseless,
where I have not a care,
where it's warm,
where it's real,
where the truth won't elude me.
Where I am suspended like a snare,
ringing in every thrum
of your chambered drum,
in every heartbeat.
"Thrum" of series "Clutch My Soul" I found in my phone's notepad from 10/12/14
Lunar Luvnotes Dec 2014
Bathed in her light,
Mother Moon holds my sight.
"Isidora" of my series "Moonchild" Isidora is Greek for gift of Isis. I'm Catholic and everything...but um I'm pretty sure the ****** mother is based on the original ****** mother, Isis. Jesus is to us what Hathor was to ancient Egypt. They have the same bday I think, and died at the same age and born of a ******. Anyway the ****** Mother, Mother Earth, whoever you connect to the moon, the moon itself! This is what gifts access to the universal anima, the subconscious, our souls, other realms. Along with Neptune, Pluto,  Jupiter and Uranus. But the moon is who really speaks in images. Which is why moonchildren, aka Cancer the crab, the Mother of the zodiac is also the clairvoyant of the zodiac. I'm Mars in Cancer. If u have the Moon placed dominantly anywhere in your Natal chart you probably paint deep visuals. If you are run on moonbeams, you are naturally gifted clairvoyance, now according to me, also known as Isidora, the gift of Isis.
Lunar Luvnotes Dec 2014
I don't think there's a greater
exchange of pure love
as when a child looks up
hugging my thighs,
as I gaze down into their eyes,
beaming gratitude and joy,
thanking the Lord in the sky
for such a creature,
for this specific pearl
of a being's magic,
for their adorable existence,
in this mad impersonal sea,
relentlessly pounding on me.
This child's opulence is everything.
Of my series "Progeny " for my Goddaughter Dinah, my Irish Mexican princess. In my eyes, she is salvation. In her eyes, I belong to her. As does everyone she loves. She refers to me as "hers". Possessive Lil Scorpio.
Lunar Luvnotes Dec 2014
Angst is the door,
to self-discovery,
or denial.
When the hall forks,
the choice is yours.
Which way will you go?
Up the spiral staircase?
Or the other way,
to chaos, oblivion,
the black hole of your plight?
The world needs
the riches of your soul,
please do not get lost!
I beckon you forth,
each stair, a deep breath.
"Moonchild" series. This is sixish months old but I just had a dream about a dark hall forking and a few months ago a dream with a spiral staircase.
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