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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.
"A Mother"
An angel planted itself
in the womb of the world
for a short while
a mother carries humanity
trying to heal her wounds
the chalice of her ocean earthed
bleeds life for all it is worth
Gaia cries but she is so much stronger
vibrating dimensions higher
uncut in the heart
solid and so much stronger
than any god
a mother
ascending
dimensions higher
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
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"Viðrar vel til loftárása" / Sigur Ros
https://youtu.be/gwkcdRE6JEY
“I sink down into my body as into a swamp, fenland, where only I know the footing…. I’m a cloud, congealed around a central object, the shape of a pear, which is hard and more real than I am and glows red within its translucent wrapping. Inside it is a space, huge as the sky at night and dark and curved like that, though black-red rather than black.”
“The tulips along the border are redder than ever, opening, no longer wine cups but chalices; thrusting themselves up, to what end? They are, after all, empty. When they are old they turn themselves inside out, explode slowly, the petals thrown like shards.”
“Here and there are worms, evidence of the fertility of the soil, caught by the sun, half dead; flexible and pink, like lips.”
“Every month there is a moon, gigantic, round, heavy, an omen. IT transits, pauses, continues on and passes out of sight, and I see despair coming towards me like famine. To feel that empty, again, again. I listen to my heart, wave upon wave, salty and red, continuing on and on, marking time.
“I think that this is what God must look like: an egg. The life of the moon may not be on the surface, but inside."
“I used to think of my body as an instrument, of pleasure, or a means of transportation, or an implement for the accomplishment of my will.”
“We have learned to see the world in gasps.”
“...like a pathway through a forest, like a carpet for royalty, it shows me the way”.
“And so I step up, into the darkness within; or else the light.”
(The Handmaid's Tale/Margaret Atwood)
Viðrar vel til loftárása (Alternative Ending)/ Sigur Ros
https://youtu.be/re999Tgj3ns
It comes as day eclipses
like faded sheets of grey
moment to moment to black
even here light shines through
The smallest step crickets stop their orchestra
silent and still they resume
It comes as day eclipses
like purple strands still grasping for life
tic-tock tic tock to ebony
even here light shine through
Fears and lore written here reading by fire
It comes as day eclipses
It goes as day transits
like pulling back a hue less veil
time after time till bright
A loud step birds flushed a new song
singing also alight they rest
It goes as day transits
like purple strands still grasping for life
meter by meter to light
even here darkness resides
Written here psalms and comfort reading by water
It goes as day transits
Fleeting is joy and traumatic is pain
We oscillate between desires and fears
Granted free will but soon boon becomes bane
Challenges of earth life drives us to tears
We set goals but horizon disappears
Like a spoilt child, endless is our wish list
Dwelling in delusion till light appears
Love alone is real and that’s the gist
Oh, how long will we measure loss and gain
Walking the tightrope, as our ego leers
Joyous in sunshine, sorrowful in rain
We cry for help but it seems no one hears
Seeking touch divine, that endlessly cheers
Shift to an open heart and unclenched fist
It’s then that we break through divine frontiers
Love alone is real and that’s the gist
Erst fears and desires, whence all to rest lain
Boundless bliss fills us, as God’s presence nears
Again pure like a child, we’re free from stain
Transfixed in joy that each pore of form spears
Magnetic current that grips and endears
At each step, caress divine does assist
Soul transits from lower to higher gears
Love alone is real and that’s the gist
Days turn into months and years into years
Our vaporised self, becomes a bliss mist
God’s grace bountiful, our life journey steers
Love alone is real and that’s the gist
29-December-2021
Aries (?) /'??ri?z/ (meaning "ram") is the first astrological sign in the Zodiac, spanning the first 30 degrees of celestial longitude (0°= ? 0º), which area the Sun transits, on average, between March 21 to April 21 each year.
According to the Tropical system of astrology, the Sun enters the sign of Aries when it reaches the northern vernal equinox, which occurs around March 21. Due to the fact that the Earth takes approximately 365.25 days to go around the Sun, the precise time of the equinox is not the same each year, and generally will occur about 6 hours later each year, with a jump of a day (backwards) on leap years. Since 1900 the vernal equinox date ranged from March 20 at 08h (2000) to March 21 at 19h (1903) (all times UTC).
Arian Ladies
We are the first Zodiac sign
Leading with the birth of Spring
Mars blazes out our path
fiery and passionate are we
aggressive to our foes
Leaders inciting others
Hunters loving the chase
losing interest in success
magnetic, forceful and loyal
Lusting for life and adventure
Forceful women tolerating no master
only an equal partner
Activists we plunge straight in
yet, our interest is hard to keep
Most forward of the Zodiac signs
not easy to capture, nor easy to live with
Picture images
World in mad swirl
We all fall down
Present in the past
Looking back gaze
Past in the present
Distorted portraits
Twirling in the blur
Misty moments unearthed
Harsh sensibilities
Emergent violence
Conflicts seed war
Crazy madness
Forfeits true freedom
Attack thoughts breed
Hostile takeovers
Beyond simple mergers
Occupied territories
Fatal attraction
Ugly manifestations
Upheavals instigate
In freedom's name
Slavery in new mint
Revolutionary road
Why kill that sweet song
Of a mockingbird?
Install a dumb parrot
Disaster laid plain
Not just in vain
To murder complaint
Harsh reality
Jaded imagery
Hangman's noose
Don't pity the dead
They are fortunate
See this living hell
Dear beauty and truth
All seems lost
Where violent times amass
World peace transits
More like world in pieces
Sadness part IX
Leon Enriquez
26 September 2014
Singapore
(Notes: **part IX = the number 9 (IX)
stands for completion or a conclusion of
a situation or cycle. After that, things
start again in a new cycle. Only when
things fall apart can a new wholeness
emerge.)
Times seems rampant
Your body language an easy to read pamphlet
Heart beats faster quicker the blood transits
Robbery of the heart the approval of this bandit
Revealing feelings that no longer compresses
Making you think, your words are selective
Can’t screw up and chase off what’s precious
But the very thing greater than the queens ransom
Also sings the anthem
Of sadness and ex and internal tantrums
Blocking off companions
Tear down the cheek ramped
It gave you so much ravishment
And then it a tragic end
Brings life as well as ashes to ashes
Greatest sugar rush until crashes
Absolute power once it latches
Stronger when it detaches
It invisible
Some say it’s the first visual
Lonely people say its mythical
Because the arrow was shot but missed the intended soul
Its known to happen multiple times
Creating gullible signs
Real one lies 5 years down the line
Or always been there in disguise
Test of time some stood
As times goes more become Hollywood
But fuk the cons this the greatest emotion never can there be a sub
Rather its happy ever after or released and never recaptured its sincerely LOVE
Form:
In simple terms
Two sides greet;
Forge a new script
~~~~~~~~~
Two Chinas meet
Singapore Saturday;
November seventh
~~~~~~~~~
Face to face
On neutral grounds;
Sculpt new trends
~~~~~~~~~
A sanguine talk
To forge ahead;
To heal old wounds
~~~~~~~~~
Positive moves
To set bold sights;
To build anew
~~~~~~~~~
History comes around
In one sure act;
New ties bring smiles
~~~~~~~~~
Less haze, more sun
To guide the way;
By Shangri-la's verge
~~~~~~~~~
Global news
Event highlights;
New chapter starts
~~~~~~~~~
Cross-Straits moves
In simple stance;
Two brothers dance
~~~~~~~~~
Red-dot moment
History's brief tryst;
All looks good
~~~~~~~~~
Fine Saturday here
Sparks a new quest;
Peace and progress
~~~~~~~~~
Beginnings start
Step by step;
With willing parties
~~~~~~~~~
Hope speaks
Empathy knows;
Peace transits here
~~~~~~~~~
The Middle Kingdom
And Taiwan talk;
Brisk moments stroke
~~~~~~~~~
Cheers to goodwill
To come to terms;
Make all things new
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
08 November 2015
Singapore
A couple of ruins leave the cathedrals
nave and portico;
it is always molting season,
mice and beetles help
they nibble and gnaw,
wind-laborer’s, labor,
their whiplash backs bent,
to lever slates and all things loosened.
The sanctified, they guard their stony hearts
but the edges were made to crumble,
made to be returned to rubble.
The two twined ruins
exiting these ancient piles
were created to be spans and transits
for the upliftment of saintly figures,
no one will miss them, yet their
plinths, their buttresses
their embossments
until recently
held a small alcove heavenwards
a niche, that will probably
lose its faith soon,
toppling one year at a time
into an agnostic downfall.
The two ruins are so disfigured
as to be nothing at all,
but they are moving in mysterious ways
to where a tireless worker
will help them rise again,
but of course dust will stir up dust,
the mice and the beetles
will continue
to nibble and gnaw, however
the Maker will be ready
once more
to return dust to cathedrals.
Angels are the flash during blasphemy gather,
below the shadows, the murky skies, and haze.
Angels are in the center of trials and tribulations.
The evil forces are quiet among God’s messengers
when the wind hesitate, begins later transits firmly-
below the shadows, the murky skies, and haze—
They are heavenly trumpets vocalizing alluringly
above the sky, of the surface of thunderbolt
when the wind hesitate, begins later transits firmly
within our bronchi, beyond our spirits, squeezing
our air-pipes. Our souls are expressing in the nightfall
above the sky, of the surface of thunderbolt
that brighten flashes. In the severe
proposals we restrain, there are no concepts for
our air-pipes. Our souls are expressing in the nightfall
of everything we will not speak, can’t overlook.
Angels are the flash during blasphemy gather,
proposals we restrain, there are no concepts for
Angels are in the center of trials and tribulations.