the thing about astrology that sets me off is:
everyday isnt exactly the same.
In fact, the sky is NOT the same as it was for the ancients,
and that's ok.
Perhaps the skeptics lie within the realm of generalities
because in fact, everything essentially has some generality to it.
WE are never the exact same spacially-time located in teh universe as we see it.
In fact our galaxy is moving towards other galaxies, and away from others which are all moving...
through infinity. The stars are what show us how we move through-out the universe
Can we find divinity in the stars? Such simple, points of light -- in the visible sky,
to which we attach meaning and archtype, to guide our lives, give us direction, teach us lessons,
and grant us creativity.
The essence of life itself.
I will gladly sour amongst constellations before I will let the richness of my light and love and life
shatter like the panes of glass
slashed crudely and rudely against our own flesh and blood.
That's right, the sophistication of your enemies has baffled you.
But you see it now, and RIse Against.
Rage against the machine.
Don't bjork my apple pie
Instead: F.L.Y. ==L> finally Love Yourself.
ENough that you can't help but love others, and your environment.
Love what you used to hate.
Feel the greatest of powers, because it is powerless
to a random glance.

7 of 7

this is for the light hearted,
leave your serious faces at home
then break out colorful party hats
dance crazily around streets culdisacs and semi-circles
burn firecrackers

meet hackers track runners
ham-burgerlers.
I eat neither hamburgers nor
non-bacon turkey chicken fish meat.

Cackles follow carts full with
fruits bananas strawberries.
Blueberry muffin
Chocolate cake

Was all
t-hAer-ir mixed battered
strung across holes
baked

California shaken not stirred
James Bond Hollywood style.
Void of Indulgence
oxymoronical coordinated
quite A fray
debacle
fried Monday leftover goodies
...we stayed in bed so many hours
it couldn't have been good

brain cells dying people trying
living vicariously through stArs
skY-diving became sport
they fell from grace
glorious triumphant
perhaps really free
but that's where these drinks ended





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seeing is believing
She didn't
Instead sounds guided her dancing
merrily floating over hardwood floors

an entire room writhing
jibing
organism-asmic
obnoxious fumes rising
survival progeny
Do clubs stay empty?
children
soccer
planet tripping to worlds
engulfed by big-macs
Subaru's.

Well, before hummers :P
Those came anyway.

Gross, turned our heads.
Laughed.
Guilty too.

Drive Safe Or Die,
basically.
Why kids got these messages so young
How come adults let such indecencies occur
Daddy super-power, who keeps nights burning
Turn off heated power freak
Hope duct tape can save
drifting hopes
mountain slopes
ski season.

rumbling

somehow-ever randomly
i became good at this game
it really was no surprise
because i'd always loved cards

i've played
for two whole years
won tournaments
drank several beers

paid full big and small blinds

restless rhymes pass time easily
distracted key clicks
noises
cartwheeling stars climbing stairs
running circles breathing out.....

relaxing

WABAM! Don't fuck around
'cause then you're no longer playing

can only bottle emotions
so long til they
need release!!!!!

Bodies hit floors wide open
cracked back slapped merrily against coats
as scurried players leave trickling to go on break


aces queens craziness...
flushed eyes drive by
wondering why betting changes play


maybe rearranging our position helps
but probably not
farther than fish we bluffed anyway
driven home a luxury enjoyed rarely
who cares about me after all
Are teachers giving lessons better?
Is poker metaphorical?
purposely folded

stranger(')(s) land(s)

And a stranger thought hadn't occurred:
What if this land was lost - hypocritically.
If it were just you and I together,
we vicariously lived freely,
as though waves drove us crazy about sunset.
Driving casually seaside,
running free ideas with rhymes,
singing peace curry & wine,
dining like kings.
Hurried soup drivers rarely stay on winding roads,
because Responsibility brings creative continuations


caught tangled
mangling only order
carrying mountains
living strong


bravely even
STEPHEN, robert, john
who else but young men that choose to live or die
carried by their fathers,
told 'worlds beyond these require your life'

strife pain suffering
buffering a newer, smarter generation
then
stopped robbed
borrowed
nothing left
blue
red
right
wrong

songs spiraling notes wrote lyrics sung
passionately
brilliantly
effortlessly into the abyss.


NIGHT there dragged...
Fear wheeled bodies
dripping, cursing, worsening
through clinics, fields
reels of tape...


Rape still happened
at home.


Homeless lined streets
fully spent
days sleeping in cardboard
dreamt: 'ceilings' 'shelter'.

Starving so problematic --
forgot: 'eatting keeps me alive'
burning shadeless without trees
scars my heart..

Fights continue
rocks thrown..


I'd always preferred rocking out,

rolling around grounding breath

yoga, cartwheels, bubbles, surfing...

Freedom comes openly
awash drifting windowscreens
invisibly air lifted vessels
lighting evenings turning twilights transcending dusks


fishing frothy drinks off barstools
bliss drooling ignorance