forget it all.
forget those words.
let them be buried under the snow, forgotten.
only leave footprints as a reminder of what was there.
please please please
the sound of a camera,
and the crackling of— a heart?
how it drove a wedge between galaxies,
could’ve sworn the ice cracked,
a harsh reality shining in the sun’s glow—
surely, is wasn’t that doom, was it?
dark rings under heavy eyes,
chapped lips, "stay a memory",
"it will be bitter", sad eyes whispers,
erupting with dead cherry blossoms,
saturn had died when the window broke it’s latch.
Making stops from the sun to the moon
Who'd say i'd fall in love with you.
I'll land my feet on its dusky grey surface
Tell em Haze sent me,
Message you that i need better communication,
More assertion, more voice.
I'll skimp through 900 degrees,
I need the feminine energy to suffocate me
& i'll assert my drive across the reds
I'll write love letters to demos & phobos,
While i hang from the rings.
I'll take responsibility for falling in love with the stars, the moon and everything about you.
They must have some significance (?)
Perhaps she's into vanity
And just likes the way they look.
Maybe she's engaged to Jupiter,
But like so many men
He never intends to close the deal.
Could be they gently hold her in place,
As she otherwise has a far amount
Of wanderlust inside her.
Then again, there's always a chance
Her moons have conspired
And aim to keep her prisoner.
Whatever it may be,
She's a mystery up there.
I only hope and pray she's happy
With her situation.
It's her life after all...
Sometimes there's more going on than meets the eye
and Jupiter’s great red spot
and the ice caps on Mars
and our very own Moon
is slowly untethering itself
from Earth’s gravity.
In eight billion years,
the Sun will turn red and swell up
like a toddler on the verge of tears,
Mercury, Venus, Earth, and Mars—
all of our histories and fossils,
our legends and loves,
our monuments and our ruins.
You and I will be long gone by then, of course—
nonexistent to the extent
that we’re not even aware of our own
Some people may think of death
as an inky void,
but it must be far more final than that—
an inky void would be copious by comparison.
What if there is simply nothing
on the other side of the curtain?
Perhaps it would be for the best.
For I never was able to avert my gaze
while driving past a smoldering wreck,
and you never could build up the courage to take a look.
When the dust clears and you are near
The air brushes a wind straight through your hair
Sensations I cannot explain, sunshine or rain,
I see you see me call your name
In silence, the desperate call, I wait each night
If the stars align, and Jupiter meets Saturn, then it is the time
The gate will open and you will meet the lover’s nest
The owl awaits and watches the hawk below Venus once the sun sets
Saturn, lonely in
The sky, with her pretty rings
Twinkling in the dark.
Dull but hopeful, dancing in
The night, searching for a light.
Sun stares at Mercury.
Mercury stares at Venus.
Venus stares at Earth.
Earth stares at Mars.
Mars states at Jupiter.
Jupiter stares at Saturn.
Saturn stares at Uranus.
Uranus stares at Neptune.
Neptune stares at Moon.
Moon stares at me.
Me stare at Sun.
If you ask me, he lit the match that set the Moon on fire
It’s not a myth; I was there, when I had no home
And I walked in Saturn’s ring rain for so long it sloughed off my skin
I marched, trying to flatten the crater I’d made
Because I was ashamed of it
I was the last meteor to hit his heart; the loudest
But that was so long ago
The quietest revolutions are usually the most violent
If you ask him, I smelled like Genesis and Revelation from the inside
I slathered honey on my cheeks and boiled my blood
so hot until my arteries turned charred black
I licked my wounds from the impact and discovered just what the hell was poisoning me
If you ask me, I didn’t know him last night and I won’t know him on the last night
But my God, he inspires me
I know i'm not in your
a t m o s p h e r e
and I fear
that our connection
v e r y c l e a r
The words I speak will be
muffled with s t a t i c
I'll wait for you in the a t t i c
t e l e s c o p e
I k n o w
I won't see you in f o r e v e r
I h o p e
You'll be a star that does more than
g l i m m e r
But my vision is growing
d i m m e r
And the chances are growing
s l i m m e r
As the stars
f a l l
Here's more of the Saturn song that I posted which people seemed to like. Which beckons the question, do you want to hear the song? I have no issues posting it to youtube. I might do that even if no one responds.