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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.
She speaks in lingo
Like foreigners speak gringo
In all forks of the great America
Around and out of this awesome Africa
She comes online
Doing this shows she recline
On the dawn and night of her words
Designed to have faith of coming birds
That would chirp
Of grace that won't be usurp
For foes to run far from gathering bee
Walking out for daily bread in concord's decree
If the network roll
The ball off the hole
Yet right there stationed tee
Without a proportional appointee
It has actually let
You stay away from bet
Over the doubt here and there
Holding still the beet cut unaware
Learn to loose the belt
Rather than the wandering temper
Between cold and hot thoughts to melt
Yearning down lonely lane grieving distemper
Shall you willingly tint
Your face print of a hint
And leave me to clues up to nine
That quite look good as thoughts twine
That caught me in a net
She knits under my own tent
Without a threat of any sweat
Strategize to ferment my consent
Oh it was pretty cool
Naming the simple tool
Which harbours three in a box
Thoughtfully after it has flummox
The moment grows mum
Through a logic of no medium
Making the flashing lights go dim
Uncontrollably loving to grease and gym
Time don't tell when it's due
Of what momentums ensue
Rehearsing what future shall mime
Comfortably without been tagged a crime
Hope this won't die in mud
And waste away all the blood
Innocent of being a crook legally
But claimed to be one accidentally
Send it to delete the rig
And bother not the sweat that dig
Either unlawfully or lawfully, get rid
The electrons flowing endlessly through grid
Before it touches any fir
And leaves an everlasting slur
Which over time becomes so rigid
Loamy soil won't romance roots being frigid
Later it would
When in the wood
There is so much cold
To make system responses bold
Whenever I log in
And there she is not
I would rather use oil or gin
To make sure I draw getting hot
For my sake
Where truth lies awake
It never seems shaken but still
What a moveable regulatory hill!
By:Sikolwethu Mthethwa
In readiness for my journey to the land of dreams,
I bring my pillow closer to the full moon
And wrap myself around the blanket of stars that litter the night sky
While the Serene breeze airily sings me a lullaby
One deep breath to purge myself of day's stresses,
My eyelids take their final bow
And stay true to their vow: to be the blanket that keeps my eyes warm
And protect them from
Any disturbance as I slumber
Now I am resting
If I were a bird, on the surface of the moon I would be nesting
My body leisurely drifts into the stillness of night
As if a clover falling to the ground.
Night holds me in a soothing embrace
Asleep and at peace, but my mind begins to race
It creates a world within a world.
A world in which my desires prove to be true
A world in which there's candid affection between me and you
I would say the sky is the limit, but there is no sky here
Only possibilities that know no bounds.
A world in which we're kind to Earth our mother,
Each other
And obidient to God our father.
Not all is peaches and cream
Wars loom and disease is still prevelant
But the absence of pursuit of power and greed
Render these predicaments far from permanent
Woman and man can gather
With their minds sharp and hearts light as a feather
They strategize
Instead of fantisize; on ways to put Earth's problems to rest
One at a time.
In this world my mind has created
The brilliance of our species is elevated
Our resilience is revealed and our being celebrated
Our moves and progression are carefully calibrated
The loss of life at the hands of each other is minimized
The slow death of our mother totally ceased
The number of those in God's favor greatly increased
It is in my wishes to bring this world to the one we all live in
Maybe to the force of Love for each other we'd finally give in
And the real progression of our species would finally begin
By:Sikolwethu Mthethwa
In readiness for my journey to the land of dreams,
I bring my pillow closer to the full moon
And wrap myself around the blanket of stars that litter the night sky
While the Serene breeze airily sings me a lullaby
One deep breath to purge myself of day's stresses,
My eyelids take their final bow
And stay true to their vow: to be the blanket that keeps my eyes warm
And protect them from
Any disturbance as I slumber
Now I am resting
If I were a bird, on the surface of the moon I would be nesting
My body leisurely drifts into the stillness of night
As if a clover falling to the ground.
Night holds me in a soothing embrace
Asleep and at peace, but my mind begins to race
It creates a world within a world.
A world in which my desires prove to be true
A world in which there's candid affection between me and you
I would say the sky is the limit, but there is no sky here
Only possibilities that know no bounds.
A world in which we're kind to Earth our mother,
Each other
And obidient to God our father.
Not all is peaches and cream
Wars loom and disease is still prevelant
But the absence of pursuit of power and greed
Render these predicaments far from permanent
Woman and man can gather
With their minds sharp and hearts light as a feather
They strategize
Instead of fantisize; on ways to put Earth's problems to rest
One at a time.
In this world my mind has created
The brilliance of our species is elevated
Our resilience is revealed and our being celebrated
Our moves and progression are carefully calibrated
The loss of life at the hands of each other is minimized
The slow death of our mother totally ceased
The number of those in God's favor greatly increased
It is in my wishes to bring this world to the one we all live in
Maybe to the force of Love for each other we'd finally give in
And the real progression of our species would finally begin
I'm sick of all of the secrets & I'm tired of all of the lies
I'm tired of all of them stupid boys - making me feel all this sickness inside
I'm done with all of the negativity - I'm done with all of the fakes
I'm over all of their fantasy-worlds - and I'm over all of the snakes
I'm going to singlehandedly kill this one if he continues the abuse
However; I can replace it - so I don't care at all that I'm being used
I'm slowly preparing myself to finally get out & ghost
From the person that was supposed to take care of me the most
Today it's been seven whole nefarious frightening years
But I'm just drowning deeper & deeper in these quicksand tears
He's watching but he won't throw me a life boat
He has on three layers of dry clothes on, but can plainly see that I'm soaked
Layer upon layer all these years like an onion I peeled him back
But every single time I'm out of line for a lady, or speak my mind - I get attacked
Every time I disagree with him I get in trouble so much more
But if he's here he'll kill me - if I begin to run for that door
So I chill & strategize 'cause I've had to do this before
Last time I was stuck in an alcoholic's domestic violence lore
Why do I seem to magnetize to boys with broken & cut wings?
These same stupid boys have offered even worse girls before me wedding rings
It's gonna keep on happening to me 'til I f--king learn
That my heart, love, respect, faithfulness, & loyalty most men don't deserve
I'm way too good of a lady to watch them stomp in my name
But silly boys will never stop abusing me, 'cause of their exes before me to blame
I'm too damn golden to let another boy ever tarnish my vision
So the best answer to this equation is simple division
If I succeed to reclaim myself & my peace
Maybe watching me happily will shift their belief
Maybe when I finally walk away they'll all come to see
Because they never chose to rise to my level - they'll never be good enough for me
Hostages kidnapped: casualties of war
After extorting pound of flesh
lifetime humiliation drummed into captives
hammering indelible nightmare
no amount of therapy can expunge.
Lifetime trauma inflicted perpetrators wage
dead bodies littered makeshift triage
death and destruction
exhibit super fresh killing fields,
where sally forth set pathmark
to abominable gut wrenching
ghastly hollow hellscape.
Haunting horrid macabre scenes assault,
batter, clobber, et cetera the senses
death construed as mutual
(of Omaha) collateral damage
fallout populated by zone of dead bodies
littering apocalyptic landscape
rendering spooky morbidly fascinating,
especially from safe vantage point
bajillion miles away
whereby yours truly
hunched over his Macbook Pro laptop
glanced the headlines without further delay
aid convoys moving into Gaza Strip
a tepid hip hip hooray
impossible mission for
overactive imagination of artist
or writer to capture bedlam and melee,
scaring up heavenly sight
for grim reaper soirée
repository for skull and crossbones
as arid (extra dry) winds hasten desiccation
whistling repartee (even from afar)
faintly resembling mourning of Zalay.
Countless hungry ill clad masses beg
the question regarding
purposefulness of mortal kombat
screaming in agony against cutthroat
belligerents who gleefully gloat
laying waste besieging
ship of state and emergency lifeboat
senselessly bombing spelling
likelihood for peace on earth remote
silencing the lambs and yellowthroat!
Methinks spouting protestation
against loosed strife,
courtesy demoniac *****sapiens
where talking heads strategize foo fighters
pointless exhalation of breath
sabotaging, shortchanging, siccing,
squashing, subjecting, et cetera
innocent bystanders ultimately hastening them/
they to untimely and unfair nasty,
shortish and brutal death
linkedin to personal choice of deity
and attendant religious shibboleth.
Until I had a nightmare and things got vile
It was you running from me on our wedding day
I yelled out baby please come back this way
For weeks that scene bothered me
Then my trust for you started living in poverty
I'll never forget that faceless man whose arms you ran to
Richard said I want her, Chris said I'm through
I had to figure out a way to not get hurt
Because behind my back I felt you being a jerk
You'd ask me about coming around
But I hated seeing your family memebers frown
Something told me to quit acting like a clown
Or this relationship will plunge to the ground
The gut feelings I was getting stopped me from wanting to eat
It was a sign I needed stomach room to digest defeat
He got his cake, my girl, your dates, ya'll hearts, and sex
I don't know what I'd do if you got his last name next
Your love I crave
Or my heart gets a grave
I'm on thin ice with you I see it in your face
Shall I fall through, it'll be a cold case
Now we must rebond, our relationship rectified
Together you and I must strategize
Multiple times I apologize
You see the sincerity in my eyes
Take care of your business then come back home
With me is where you belong
There will be signs under your nose
Of me about to propose
And then we see just how far our love goes
There is a reasonable explanation
Of our love taking a vacation
Coming back to me soon is a strong contemplation
Infinite infactuation
With this situation
No longer your mind has investigations
We evolve around each other like circumnavigation
We migrated from friendship our destiny's manifestation
A flower you completed fertilization and pollination
On a love cruise we ride to an unknown destination
You are my mother
I am your brother
You are my sister
Love off the scale of Richter
Death to the attitude
Baby
Love longer than longitude
The spring on the door reverberates. Freedom of the outdoors, a chill in Spring air. Minecraft becomes an imaginary sport. Boys swinging wooden branches - their swords, smacking the bark of innocent trees. We watch from our loungers on the screened-in deck. Dusk waits to enter the stage as the boys rush from the upper yard, down the stairs then up onto the deck and go inside as we hang back. The inside screen snapped in place. Us ladies converse about this and that. Interrupted by
the quickness of a red fox, social distancing, yet very close. He darts, headed for the front yard. She jumps to go inside and bounces off the screen. We laugh and run into the living space - to the long windows, and see the creekbound animal stop to bury treasure in my canted yard.
We return to the deck with the boys. The mundane interspersed with excitement. We ponder what meaty part or animal bone’s preserved for another day — a squirrel perhaps, a bunny, a cat. We strategize over what to do with a closer encounter of the wild kind. The little one whips out a pretend gun. “Now,” mama says, “ that’s not the way. We stay very still especially if the fox is unaware of us.”
Unaware of us, but we are utterly aware of his rugged beauty, his bushy tail, the fact that he’s not a tame dog or cat.
Later, kin asks if I snapped a picture. I would have had to venture outdoors, the tricky fox nearly hidden behind the tree, near the bottom of the hill. However my mind snapped a few, to be stashed in my dendrite album, and I know my ruddy neighbor will return for his forage of food. Perhaps I will catch a bite,
speedily snapping a moment, ken to the fact that my phone’s not up to the task.
4/29/2020
I was flattered by the letter
Mailed by this august sister
I was lured by those beautiful flowers
She sent to me in summer
Soon I welcomed her idea
Of renting a new apartment
I blindly fall in love
Within a sinister engagement
I loved her when she grin
May be that's not a spell
I loved her to her toes
The meaning, I couldn't tell
She succeeded luring me far
And we both lived as one
Soon I noticed something
Every night she loved being alone
I was still madly in love
And so I couldn't say no
For love I reminded myself
Is about Yes or No
Many months of loneliness night
In the mood still alone
Until the next day we should see
And she would stand on her own.
And I would ask if she enjoyed her night
And she would tell me she did
And I would ask what about this night
And she would say is yours indeed
Three years of tolerance
No 'Mummy' or 'daddy' called
Of course, it was the same
When no land was ever tilled
Her beauty upon my face
A charm that drew me near
But she failed me when she resisted it
For more than three years
Families are there at home but I submitted to her brow
And we eloped far away from our roots
Now we landed north for more than a three
And no harvest since seeds she denied us to root
I can't face it any more
There is a need to tour
If she won't tell me her past
Then I have to act fast
I have to seize the day
And strategize a new way
Only her utterances will sway
What will be the next day
Earth's turquoise pond faces,
green life
blue reflecting
Re-membering under each calm surface
re-ligioning disparate
dispolarizing themes
of Spiral EcoPolitical Dynamics,
Surrounding forest factors,
time flowing forward
and re-connecting backward,
spirited and well-natured space,
health-reconditioning place,
win/win ego/ecosystemic democratic
developing pace
Awakens EarthHumane empowering systems
within curious individuals
living amid courageous global multicultures
Designed to win/win strategize with,
and co-acclimate to,
co-articulating BlueHealth/GreenWealth
calm-faced repositions.
Some individuals may be born
deviantly blue/green
in and out
through timeless spiraling time
Calm,
apparently placid,
yet full
ripe mindbodies
Win/win reset for a 20/20 turquoise millennium
just beyond green/yellow current depolarizing horizons
of most non-red Others
human and not not quite extinct
instincts of non-violent thoughts
with eco-feeling climates.
In this best of health/wealth EarthTime,
positive psychopolitical feminists
are revered as non-violent bodhisattvas
and matriarchal messiahs,
pathfinders,
20/20 peace-revolutionary visionaries.
In other bubbling
troubling
autocratic red-dominant times,
Turquoise ecofeminists are imprisoned,
burned-at-the-stake,
banished,
twitter-bullied,
enslaved,
raped,
pimped out,
polluted,
diluted,
seduced,
reduced
Reproduced
for a healthier
calming wealthier
pond-faced place
in Turquoise Timeless Time.