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 Jan 2015 Porsche Newell
Juneau
the dogs of the sky
at the heels of the hunter
pursuing the bear

all night they hunt her
along the right ascension
resting at sunrise
January 15, 2015

Canis Major & Minor - Orion - Ursa Major

forty-five
 Jan 2015 Porsche Newell
Juneau
Brothers share one life
menaced by the great bull's horns
they are sons of Zeus

together they run
forever in the night sky
Castor and Pullox
January 15, 2015

Gemini - Castor & Pullox - Taurus

forty-four
 Jan 2015 Porsche Newell
Juneau
the seven sisters
dancing in the sky so high
ladies pleiades

daughters of the night
the severed head of taurus
outside my window
January 14, 2015

Pleiades - Taurus

forty-three
 Jan 2015 Porsche Newell
ryn
How are you?
I'm alright I guess...

Where do we begin?
Maybe at the start of this mess.

Are you uncomfortable?
I can't say that I'm not.

Is it your past?
Well it's all I've got.

Do you still get nightmares?
Well I used to...

Will you let them show?
Depends on you...

What do you hope to accomplish?
I don't know... Peace of mind?

Would you have done things differently?
Everyone wants the chance to push "rewind".

Care to elaborate?
Let's just say I would've liked to be braver.

What do you mean?
I should've stood up to my father...

Did he abuse your trust?
He did more than just that...

Rob you of your freedom?
Let's see... His belt, cigarettes and also boiling water out of a vat.

Do you wish him ill?
I wished him dead.

"Wished"?
Yeah...in his bed.

Why "wished"?
Because I wanted that then...

For how long?
Since I was ten.

What about now?
(
Maniacal smile) I am now... At peace.

"At peace"?
I have found release.

You have?
Yes... I couldn't resist the urge.

Urge to do what?
To comply with the voice... "
Freedom...lies in the purge..."

You left your father?
Yes but not before...

Go on...*
Not before I slit his throat with a smile on my face as I shut the door...
Inspired a programme I watched on the crime channel.
Up on the moon
Where his whole life is engraved
Where he's wishing,
Hoping,
Thinking he'll be saved.

This poor pathetic soul
Who thought he was whole
But instead,
He was always empty.

He never really got it
He never quite will.
For his days
Are now at a stand still.

So  lets face it.
And lets discover.
Why this boy cant have a lover.
Lets look back.
And decide.
Why this man wanted to die.
For her

Up on the moon
Where his whole life
Is engraved.
Old ****, same ****
Sigh...
 Jan 2015 Porsche Newell
Bassam A
One day ..

I will come and ask for your hand

A day that cannot wait ...

We lock the door with a key
And go inside ...

Oh my ... what I will see ..

...Oh my ... what I will hear ...

... Your sweet voice ...
That harps the heart ...

Your glamorous beauty ...
Thats full of warmth
And tenderness ...

Ye prettier than the beauty ...

... My eyeful darling ...
There is nothing in this world
pushing me forward
but so many things
dragging me down

I can feel my head
just spinning around
the life goes on too fast
so I am still in the past

What goes around
then goes away
and never comes back
leaving only scars

We send rockets to Mars
and bombers to Paris
we have love in our hearts
and fears to tear it

The lessons of life
cold, hated, unkind
until we become
another man

My heart, you are not allowed
to go out for a long time,
I yet have to recover
from things that you've done.
It never listens anyway >.>
A heart  in turmoil, flies to a land distant, imagined from her words
comes back half - heartedly  as if cheated by the world once tempted
some times it carries the scent of salty seas and mountain flowers
then, one day  with a strange story of a girl that has turned tragic,
her sighs are loud, though love to hide, making me desolate, anguished.
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