shooting stars
petals in mid-flight,
leaning toward dawn light~
small constellations trembling
Dodecatheons
A shooting star has to fall far,
Starting its decent to the surface,
Crashing down with purpose,
A service to all in sight,
A bright trail chases flight,
Falling through the dark night,
Fighting the resistance,
Persistent is the path,
The aftermath yet to come,
Only some will see it fall,
A small part of the picture,
A fixture in the mind,
Reminding of a time,
Climbing in through memories,
A shooting star in the breeze,
Disappearing behind the trees,
Planting wishes like seeds,
Decrees from entities,
Teasing possibilities,
A pleasing thought,
Taught of what could be,
Seeing the fire of desire,
Rise higher in the heart,
Being the part you play,
If just for a moment of the day,
Staying true to you are,
A shooting star,
Trying to see how far,
You can fall from Divine,
Until you are able to shine,
Assigned to serve,
Aligned with your purpose,
A service to the Heavens,
Leaving the remnants of your time.
"Wishes fly swiftly when shooting stars cross silent skies." The Poet
As if in flight, I heard no sound.
Speeding through the darkest surround.
Then came a spectacular light.
I heard no sound as if in flight.
It came streaming, a vibrant flame.
A spectacular light then came.
A shooting star, it was gleaming.
A vibrant flame, it came streaming.
Exploding in space, quite bazaar.
It was gleaming. A shooting star.
In the night sky, easy to trace.
Quite bazaar, exploding in space.
Now burned out. it had ceased to fly.
Easy to trace in the night sky.
Seen again, I really doubt.
It had ceased to fly, now burned out.
To see shooting stars,
There must be two conditions,
Look at the night, the sky,
Believe in shooting stars,
I only saw the Big Dipper,
I saw in Greenland, one summer,
I saw some in Guatemala,
On the shores of Mozambique,
Last night, I didn’t see any,
A third condition is missing,
The most important of the three,
That someone loves you,
Darling, have we dreamed too much.
Pour voir des étoiles filantes,
Il faut bien deux conditions,
Regarder la nuit, le ciel,
Croire aux étoiles filantes,
Je n’ai vu que la Grande Ourse,
J’ai ai vu au Groenland, un été,
J’en ai vu au Guatemala,
Sur les rives du Mozambique,
Cette nuit, je n’en ai pas vu,
Il manque une troisième condition,
La plus importante des trois,
Que quelqu’un vous aime,
Chérie, avons nous trop rêvé.
O, shooting star, I welcome you
'neath tattered hills and vulkum dunes
I pierce the sky, sweet butterfly, and I sing, on...through...
O, shooting star, please light the way,
I fear the promises of the coming days,
My bed is worn, my arms decayed
O, shooting star I Gayleyleye
The evening breeze that I foresee continues to empower me
I hear the voice, I spread its wings, 'til life and death depletes--
I gaze away, these seeds of change, and echoes loudly as though I'm gay
O, how freely, oh how freely, oh, freely, oh, how freely oh, how freely I hold..
O, shooting star, I welcome you
'neath tattered hills and vulkum dunes
I pierce the sky, sweet butterfly, and I sing, on...through...
O, shooting star, please light the way,
I fear the promises of the coming days,
My bed is worn, my arms decayed
O, shooting star I Gayleyleye
The evening breeze that I foresee continues to empower me
I hear the voice, I spread its wings, 'til life and death depletes--
I gaze away, these seeds of change, and echoes loudly as though I'm gay
O, how freely, oh how freely, oh, freely, oh, how freely oh, how freely I hold...
Another Mass Shooting
What's wrong with this country
Put your arms around the cities
Another horrific shooting
Another historical tragedy
Guns and bullets to destroy our lives
Innocent children have to see this
Our hearts goes out to the victims
Another church shooting targeted
With no morals
No fear of judgment
More bullets flying
The world is burning
Another unraveled town
Someone has to pick up the pieces
Violence will never end
More flowers placed on the graves
Look up to the Cross
There’s no reason for this
Leave all of this behind
Another motive unwind
No one deserves this
Stand united with open arms
Minneapolis Minnesota
CANADA SMALL TOWN
SO MANY DEAD ALL SHOT DOWN
IN SORROW WE DROWN
NOT MAD SAID RENEE
THEN SHE TRIED TO DRIVE AWAY
HER SOUL WE DO PRAY
I’M NOT MAD AT YOU
YET BULLETS IN HER WENT THROUGH
SHOT DEAD BY ICE CREW
YOU SEE WHAT I SEE
THE ICE AGENT IS GUILTY
RUN THE VID SLOWLY
The bullets swore, “We’re retiring today!
No shooting—there must be a new way!”
So they sat in the gun,
Sipping tea in the sun,
And said, “Humans… we’re on holiday!”
But the warlords all bark, “Shoot! It’s the way!
We fix broken skulls every day!”
So they shout with a grin,
“Crack a leg! Cave a chin!”
Though deep down they know peace outshines foul play.
To stave off pecuniary penury
and avoid pangs of hunger
then on his last legs
the cooper when younger
constructed oak casks lock stock and kegs
which he filled full to the gills
with fish fit for shooting
or monkeys for fun
and sold all for cash as non-polluting
Alphabetic yellows but you would melt my hairs should haze
The dim contour leasing the pounding in my breast
Would a war by all fragile ward fragility to lick your smoke at the corners
Of your mouth to which then French and frenzy make an ocean wider
Green, green is the blackest grass of long twisting cobras told unknown
Gallant as a child holding on to frays of reeds and a bite of snow
Nothing contained in the deaf phlegm of white light
The skill of work in the hot bloods of the thickness imagined
Weaving in the wives room and again to the lantern
To rub the brass and alleviate the dead petals in conquest by the fresh
The very tongue rials twisted as wires chill the season
Unlikely arrivals of the two by shy flaunt
Then veering is the roads aghast by ghastly refuse
Some do become lovers neath the sun ware the moon
But do others weigh the scale of surmise
Although I felt alone, like a shooting star,
My light always showed from very far.
He is the Earth's stillest bodies of water,
So clear, so calm, he will never falter.
He beautifully reflects my streak of light,
He sees how I can be so warm and bright.
I see him for all of what he is truly:
A serene lake so deep, cool, and lovely.
I am the fire matching his passion,
He is the ocean mirroring my compassion.
He and I, although often physically apart,
Our souls inherently know every psychic art.
Although I felt all alone, faraway, for so long,
I suddenly descended to where I belong,
Like a falling star, he made a wish upon me,
I emerged anew, from his own sea of lonely
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