The sky often has important
religious significance; many religions,
both polytheistic & monotheistic,
have deities associated with the sky;

The day-lit sky deities are typically
distinct from the night-time sky or
"heaven of the stars" deities. Stith
Thompson's Motif-Index of Folk-
Literature reflects this by separating
the category of "Sky-god" from that
of "Star-god";

Daytime-gods & Nighttime-gods
may also be deities of an "upper"
or "celestial world", opposed to a
"netherworld" or "chthonic realm"
ruled by other gods; for example,
Sky-gods Zeus and Hera rule the
celestial realm in ancient Greece,
while the chthonic realm is ruled by
Hades and Persephone, or of an
upper and netherworld respectively;

   Any masculine sky god
is often also king
of the gods,            taking the position of patriarch
within a pantheon; such king gods are collectively
categorized as "Sky fathers"        with the polarity
               between sky and earth often expressed by
                           pairing a "Sky father"          with
an "Earth mother" goddess;   pairing a Sky mother
with an Earth father less frequent;
The         main sky goddess
is the ["queen"] "of heaven"

Gods may rule the sky
as a couple; as ancient
[supreme] god El & the
sky goddess Asherah;

Today nothing else matters

I must     have a  'type';
since I walk into doors
when I see a flat-chest
redhead,   a plain-jane
brunette or a blonde w/
a big ****  [all blondes
have big butts, I swear]

I have been away for too long
In a solitude, burried with remorse
For I've lost a very close loved one
And the situation got worse

I prayed to be taken away
For my life to end
As soon as possible
Coz nothing much was left to mend

Tears rolled down my cheeks
To stop the negative thoughts
Got taken back many times
To untie the invisible knots

Voices got into my ears
That ached to explode my temple
Closing my eyes eveytime
A picture painted, to resemble

It's you, O'mum...that I can't get over with
Life seems, more like a lego
Feelings that can't be put into words
Every bit pierces through the core

Your smile, your beauty, your essence
Has all been captured by this heart
Now, in troubled weak times
Another scene peeps as an art

How will I ever, comfort myself
That now I am all alone
None that are left by my side
All have fallen and gone

May your soul rest in peace
Exactly, a month today
Missing you heaps in this crowded shell
Hope to meet you, someday...


©sim