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Cantos Uno Obsessive Eclipse Octavia
Israel is like a mote on mankind’s face
Born on May 14 1948 ,
A host of problems a bloody disgrace
I see two eclipses to change it’s fate,
A lunar eclipse Sept 7 next year
A rotten tepid corpse is Isreal’ end,
Dec 28 2 years away I fear
Which lunar eclipse could fulfill the trend.
There are some partial lunar eclipses too
They are 4 and 5 years apart in time ,
Will these doom angels assure Isreal is through?
Israel gone -time for Palestine to shine
And The last eclipse is to far away,
I might be dead that time who is to say
The first partial eclipse I will be here ,
What doom will I find on the blogosphere
Cancer is on Israel’s tenth house end
Saturn in Cancer a weak place for sure ,
Moon in tenth conjunct Saturn -a friend
The Moon godliness. for Saturn is the cure,
Let us look at the Nakshatra for the Moon
A godly message for Israel -a boon ?
The Moon’s Nakshatra is in the 8th cell
Pushya acts godly as far I can tell.
Cantos Duo: Considerazioni Astrologiche
And Israel’s 7th house cusp is Aries. too
And plenty of foreign disputes to date
And Mars in Leo in the 11th -true
Ready for war that it anticipates
For Israel it is not an good investment
This behaviour just brings resentment
Israel can be to aggressive to some
To self assured in disputes they think they won
But the 7th house is Israel’s allies
When Mars transits the Tenth time for a coup
With the above config allies strategize
Mars nakshatra,Magha great success too
Sun is in Taurus -gets resources from friends
Ruled by Venus in the 9th bucks never end
Wars it undertakes they feel surely blest
Wars it undertakes ,it feels it passed the test
The Sun’s Nakshatra is called Krittaka
The Sun acts like a persona non grata
Envoi:
Isreal civic views are like swine
Eclipses purport drastic change
Warn Israel free Palestine
If you don’t change you are deranged
Take no crap from Zionists too
And they twist facts to thier taste
If we do mankind is screwed
Set them straight else all is a waste
Not all Jews are Zionists too
These Jews think these folk are morons ,
Please I ask don’t conflate the two
No, then you will get a sermon.
Oh, what joy, to find you within my arms,
to know throughout the night, all of your charms,
Oh, blessed shall be the hours of the night.
Let the joy of our love forever shine,
I kiss your precious lips and taste love’s wine,
our love shall bloom under Luna’s love-light,
Never shall my heart, now be found pining,
for my heart shall now be ever shining,
for your rose dwells there and makes it shine bright.
Within my core, I find your blessed love,
it lifts my heart to the Heaven’s above,
my Valentine, you make my heart take flight.
My Valentine, you are ever my dove,
you ever share with me, most precious love,
you are ever the heart of my love’s theme.
When you are with me, we stand by love’s shore,
you shall ever be the one I adore,
come, lie with me now by the starlight stream.
Oh, my beloved, you are my divine,
Within the bright stars, your beauty shall shine,
you shall ever be my eternal dream.
Forever, my eyes shall not know sad tears,
you shall be my beloved, through the years,
my Valentine, tears of joy, they now stream.
My Valentine, you are ever my dream,
we share our love within the starlight gleam,
together we shall walk through love’s own door.
My love is ever yours and yours is mine,
you shall ever be my love so divine,
we shall ever be a part of love’s lore.
Our love does live on when night disappears,
you shall be mine throughout the countless years,
together, the joys of love we explore.
You ever belong in the stars above,
sharing with me the joy of precious love,
my Valentine, you live deep in my core.
My Valentine, you, I ever adore,
leave your bright rose, in my heart, I implore,
you touch my heart and you make it divine.
Oh, what joy, as I do shed love’s bright tears,
our love shall harmonize, through countless years,
I kiss your lips that shall taste of love’s wine.
We go together, like hand in a glove,
eternal shall flow, the joy of our love,
now, my love, your beauty shall ever shine.
Love shared in a dream, by the starlight stream,
you shall ever come to be, love supreme,
my Valentine, our temples now entwine.
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Let’s be honest, I’m not that honest.
Be honest,
Just this once.
Forget all the dilutions of grandeur,
The noise.
Eat it so hard in the teeth that your mouth has a voice.
Unclench your tongue just long enough to choke on your words…
Then swallow your words,
They were never your word.
Just like it was never a case of, “she isn’t the other half of me”. Rational thoughts of that nature that tried to tie emotion to logic were as implausible as the idea that I had any idea in the first place.
It’s a philosophy contingent on empirically knowing that even the most limited of vocabularies can stutter words, reliant on misspelled synonyms that do more justice to a mind clumsy-drunk on love than any perfectionists wet dream of punctuation ever would.
It’s supposed to be messy.
Nights of trying to read the label on prescriptions through empty bottles gave self-induced illiteracy a formal introduction to Benzodiazepines.
See, attempts at dreams of you leave me isolated with feelings of resentment and distain in times of consciousness for nothing more than a lack of sleep.
Insomnia,
A new form of self-deprivation,
A therapy of sorts.
Wearing my “oh so apparent” membership card of bloodshot eyes and shaky hands with pride I’ve developed pipe dreams of time spent with the pillow in a utopia of…you.
I called you Benzo.
The irony is, the only provocation of panic that can get my mind racing fast enough to keep stride with the heart palpitations induced by you saying some other guy’s name is when you say mine.
The type of sickness I only experience when my mind decides to throw out the jury.
Anti-climactic, like her not being home when you knock on the door ready to recite a speech you wrote to explain how words aren’t enough anymore.
Standing there pledging allegiance to silence because the color of words has and always will be too dull to complete our portrait of perfection.
You keep your smiles guarded, with reason. All the more reason that I know I earned every last one, and the last one I got made me realize sometimes you got to burn it to the ground at a moment’s notice.
A flat line to a punch line, silence drowned out the noise…
Afosa Adagio
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He described her as mean
someone caring she demanded more
than she gave
someone that is only
politely spoken of in a gesturing
of description. The first AACT spoke of
her speaking to her lover who only spoken Italian.
Moments later she is said
to be speaking to her lover
in Portuguese..
We learn later both are separate entities neither
wise to the other.
Act Four speak of him finding
Pantaloni senza cavallo, in his bedroom.
He reflected the days and nights remember nothing
of their where abouts. He knew they fit her and the
smell he knew they were worn.
"Pantaloni senza cavallo!
Pantaloni senza cavallo!"
he was heard crying through the door
the maid rushed to tell her: they stood
doors away giggling about the scene.
" the maid saying in italian " he wished her
to be less desirable
mine he handle her"
The Woman spoke" and more common that
she should be submissive"
Maybe the sarcasm of words
can be expressed in the desire
to undermined him.
It couldn't happened to a nicer
guy: you know!
"Creating monsters are the ways of
cornata women
are we then either as evil as he
or wiser and untrue
la canzone sfacciata intrigante
complotto è stata scritta per questo"
She loved neither and was believed
to have been in love with anyone
whom henear to.
Storing his past and sleeping with
those he hired.
He knew of one affair, then learned of the many ones
she had had. Once he was sleeping
and she woke him to have him drunk
she pretended to be "gobby with him" wearing a scorff.
It was the stable man from afar unshaved and paid by her
to do so. When he learned of this
she had been sent to an undisclosed place
and a letter written by her
detailed the event. she stayed away for weeks.
returning he just eye balle her
while the staff tryed to hold in their laughter.
Fictional Depiction of an Italain Contessa and her
Inperatore Husband. Opera of Frustration and Love.
Bassoon solo: number twenty four is a
bass lovers dream! The staff nicknamed her "Gobby Il Lupo"
a term that was unkind but true!
I know this is the hardest *****for me to ever do
I know alcohol has always been apart of my life it's like it's the only truth
sometimes I drink so much I can't even remember you
I want to stay sober yet I still keep thinking about that next drink
I'd rather sit in my alcoholic pains trapped in the bottle where many dreams seem to sink
I know once that bottle is empty all thats left is me and my thoughts shattered in a dream
I can hear my inner soul holler while my spirit seems to scream
I know I can be an alcholic fiend
But don't judge until you have walked in my shoes and seen what I've seen
I know I try and let this *****go
but yet without the booze it seems I can't let my mind grow
It's like I need this *****just to make it to another daily show
I been through all this same *****before
I know what it's like when an alcoholic is sitting in his own filth on the floor
I know I need to be a better father so my kids don't grow up to be poor
I need to provide
I need to speak truth and get past all my own lies
I need to comfort my kids when I her their cries
I need to find the solution when it's hard for my family to find
I need to think about my kids so they remeber me as a good father in this time
I need to find a way
I need to find a way to smile for the day
Im trapped in a ark alcoholic daze
You see me running around alcoholic words like Im in some written maze
I know it's really up to me to make that one significant change
I know I used to everyday but it seems nowadays I almost never pray
and it should'nt be that way when my skies are all dark and gray
I know my life is almost over
I done ran my luck I only got one clove left on my four leaf clover
Her name is struggle and strife and it feels as if only Im the one who knows her
But i guess life is what I make it and it should'nt be so hard to staying sober
Beauty, a siren song upon the breeze,
Whispers to hearts where kindred spirits sigh.
Souls, crowned with thorns, yet yearning to appease
The world's harsh symphony, with each fractured cry.
A broken bloom, though marred by winter's sting,
Still holds a fragrance, a sweet offering.
Courage, a fearless knight, forever bold,
Leads them beyond the veil where shadows creep.
They scale the cliffs of dreams, their stories told
In every failure, lessons they will keep.
Unafraid of falling, for the tumbled stone
Polishes their spirit, and makes their purpose known.
Truth, a double-edged sword, with piercing gaze,
Leaves scars etched deep within their tender souls.
The world's dissonance, a mournful, haunting maze,
Reflected in the mirror that truth unfolds.
Compassion, a heavy cloak they wear with grace,
Yearning for honesty in every face.
Sacrifice, a crimson thread, with love entwined,
Woven through hearts where selfless passions burn.
They build a bridge for others, leaving them behind,
Standing firm upon the shore, as dangers churn.
With open palms, they mend the world's torn seams,
A silent hunger veiled in selfless dreams.
Wounded warriors, etched with battle marks,
Their scars, a story whispered on the breeze.
Misunderstood, rejected by the dark,
Their light is a challenge to the shadows' freeze.
Yet Paradox, with wings of wisdom spread,
Reveals that strength in vulnerability is bred.
O world, behold these souls, where scars now gleam,
A testament to battles fought in love's embrace.
Shattered dreams, like seeds in darkness dream,
And from their wounded beauty, hope finds space.
Though thorns they wear, their light shall never cease,
A beacon in the dark, a promise of sweet peace.
He stands the test of time
And reassures my day
That thudding steady rhyme
The swishing arm that sways
The echo of the tick
Resounds around the hall
Close followed by the tock
It's rattled close to call
I love to make up rhyme
Against this beating drum
It gently passes time
And has since time began
He's seen life come and go
This wise old man of time
Through fads and fashion shows
He beats his steady rhyme
His hand moves with a click
His metronomic hum
The seconds duly tick
My heartbeat matched it's drum
The silence never still
As hands move passed and play
Another moment gone
We tick another day
The shame of once forgetting
To wind his welcomed key
To realise too late
That he's stopped his symmetry
The rush to hear him tick
We urgently do wind
Until that faithful click
Does fast appease my mind
His pendulum now waves
Hypnotic in it's rhyme
The ever present giveaway
That we have limited time
The family that cherished him
The generations passed
The keepers of his key did wind
Until their breath was last
My father and his father too
Did play once in this hall
And every chime did count
A game for one and all
The solitude I felt
Alone except the tick
I'd hours spend just listening
The drum of constant clicks
I barely knew my grandfather
But through his clock I find
His presence undeniable
Each time that I rewind
He smiles a tick, chimes a tock
His pendulum he waves
His voice still spoken through the thud
That echo that enslaves
Your wisdom I do count upon
Your melancholic rhyme
Reminds live each day fullest son
You've scarcely any time
The throbbing tick
It's sequel tock
I watch my life
Go round the clock
And Grandfather? He smiles
i've always been one to have his head on straight
maybe i've done a few things that was quite irate
but regaurdless i've always kept my faith
even when life was'nt so great.
to me growing up in charleston was'nt so bad
had just about everything any other kid had
a wonderful mom and a decent stepdad
even though i did things to constantly make them mad
i've always had good teachers and preachers and such
between my mom and them i 'd learned so much
and even the feel of God glorious touch
to whom i knew i could rely on when life got rough
then i moved away from the country
because i figured that was'nt the place for me
there was so many things i had to do and see
so i decided to move to the big city
for me as a youngster i was so amazed
i got myself into so much,in them days
totally forgetting to give God his praise
and Lord knows this was'nt the way i was raised
i started looking at my life and the situation i was in
knowing i;ve commited so many sins
pretty much lost all my friends
thinking to myself is this how it's going to end
now the question that was really in demand
was why have i strayed so far from life's plan
it was even hard for my mom to understand
why i had become such a changed man
but right when i thought i nothing else
God stepped in and said son i never left
i was just waitin on you to ask for my help
but you had to experince things for yourself
then i was hit with a dose of reality
and it feel so good to be set free
knowing i have the love and support of my family
and with him i can be all that i can be
On http://www.stihi.ru/2015/01/17/7657
You know... because I always wanted to draw... so many different paintings occurs before the eyes
I tried the pencil...even the brush had tried to take
But strokes strokes remain... not fit the pattern picture
And not what I want... can't I even verses to draw
May hands are tough... maybe my mind is restless...
While perhaps not the Lord gave me the gift in the colors... the joy, the sorrow and soul on the canvas to apply...
We are given only what we need, what we deserve
Failed... well... that is given to us, we will bear...
So many different pictures... out of the tree a day come under the white coat
Them the morning frost from the fog of the night gave her
Beauty on earth... washes heart with joy and bliss
Soars the soul... life is beautiful... and feel... before lived
The light from the full moon... and the path of the stars... where to go in the dream to meet their favorite
Where silver paint to recruit and sprinkle it on canvas
As for the canvas to put the faces of those who have gone... the faces stored in the heart
And where's the colour for me to take, tell me... it put me dream...
The smell of roses... and the instant pain of a thorn... when the flower I cut...
The feeling of joy... ran barefoot in the dew...
The bitterness of the poison of betrayal of a friend... and the sweetness from sleep only... we together
As love... and the loss of his beloved... to sketch and blow on canvas
18.01.15 AKC
© Copyright: Konstantin Achapowski, 2014
The certificate of publication No. 115011803535
his mind was programmed to notice the slightest change
he stayed alert, and would often sit in the dark corner
of a dark room, monitoring the shadow of the moon.
I thought he was crazy, my instincts weren't as keen as his,
he and I together made comedy, I didn't find it smart
to pair us together at first, those brilliant minds
that make all that money, seemed to
have made a mistake using comparative togetherness, uniting us.
It is as wise for man to monitor and control that which he spends
his time doing: and as wise to monitor and control those he spends
his time with doing such chores. This makes sense when you might
have to
take heat for something going wrong: get it right and they'll love you
but, once the milk is soured only the cheesemaker knows what kinda
cheese he's making. The writer Graspie Teaser said it best in the
Book Daffa and the Thing "when change occurs, only the outcome
of change means anything!"
"might the minds that bought us together
spend time to find a way to seperate us
that these endings might have happiness
in our parting!"
"We should never have anything to work out
because we have reasons
to be be apart."
Written by Seitnelav Yad
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Twelve Characters of Frustration
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