Here in the gray light of dawn I see you, gentle and tender, approaching us and I am in wonder thinking of my ignorant and obstinate species and curious about why you keep coming back to us you beautiful being each morning and twilight.
My deep sleep dreams disturb confuse and trouble my mind, but awake here and now I find the placid lake of your presence and abide in your uncanny arrival.
I have been thinking about the recent alignment of Jupiter and Saturn in the twilight sky. This alignment of the two planets and ours is called a conjunction. The last time humans saw such a close conjunction was 800 years ago. And the experience of this near approach reminds me of the awesomeness and force of the universe, yet it seems such a tender quiet moment like the arrival of dawn.
Clear California December, with no fires, fine day Sunset Tangerine to deep purple
first sliver of the moon, and pirouetting in the distance what star is this... Giant Jupiter and golden, ringed Saturn are now nearing their December 21 great conjunction. They will be a dazzling and exceedingly rare sight near the young moon in our evening sky. Don't miss them!
A list of my problems Sung like an anthem Your the least to my miseries Like the fine black berries or red cherries Succulent and mouth watering The tales to my secret survivor Your kind and good behavior Outnumbered your hypocrisy By all my strengths still would stretch All you wanted was to fetch, and leave me for clutches Those crocodile tears are the least, least to my problems It’s too late for the reconciliation Just like you left a ‘fool ‘for humiliation I was the least to your excuses and my downfalls, Overshadowing the good deeds, take heed You're the least to my rise and anxieties, the least to my problems
Penitentiary filled with blacks Crooks on cracks Pills,needles taped with ducts Life on smack Blood shot eyes running nose and popping eyes Cracking lips with oozing blood and saliva The levitation is concise But my terms long to cease
A fallacious adrenaline running through my veins Dragging my pale heart to fuse Forever taunting my sanity Enticing into sober of things
The fade of my chastity Caged my conscience from creativity Confined in a penitentiary ****** ward Under guard blabbering alien words Drugged from hostility for my feeble mobility
Beyond the walls laid hope Only if my term cease or hop And my savager enveloped and mailed away Degenerating the ethical morals A stitch in time could have saved nine
Watching from beyond, writing their little notes. Look behind the brainstem and see the past perfect present tense. You thought about it and I heard it. We grabbed the thoughts. New bones and muscle. All the different ones, all the same thoughts pulsing, like brain radar bounding back. They're of me. they're in me. But he is not. The serpent retains it's form but it stays inside. It blinds my dreams. No escape, let craving; an eternal void. As it all becomes one form and function. We join. We are the new being, hideous and beautiful. I think he has taken my soul. I probably wasn't using it anyway. I am his disguise.