There’s nothing underneath my feet but lots of empty air.
I should have looked before I leaped, but I don’t really care.
I have no net or parachute, a devil on a dare.
And even at this altitude I see you everywhere.
I’m falling…
I’m falling…
I’m falling for you.
I look up to see my shoes. I’m rushing toward the ground.
Out of all control, I cruise and yell a joyful sound.
Accelerating, speed on speed. Down! I’m falling down!
And in the midst of it I see your love is all around.
I’m falling…
I’m falling…
I’m falling for you.
Shooting stars and meteorites, they’ve got nothing on me.
Dropping at the speed of light and doing brilliantly.
Rocketships and U.F.O.’s all move to let me pass.
I’m going where they cannot go and moving way too fast.
The wind is whistling by my ears. I offer up a prayer.
But I’m not feeling any fear, at least that I’m aware.
Caught up in your gravity I’ve happiness to spare.
‘Cause looking all around I see your love is everywhere.
I’m falling…
I’m falling…
I’m falling for you.
My August birthstone pleases me,
for shades of green and I agree.
And of the fine gems that I know,
my favorite is Peridot.
Now, Peridot is lesser-known
among most gemstones that are shown.
It once was called 'Gem Of The Sun',
and Cleopatra's most loved one.
Egyptian scrolls say priests had cups,
adorned with Peridot for sups;
that Peridot empowered them
to speak with Gods with this fine gem.
Ancient Hawaiian history,
says stones are tears of dear Pele,
the Goddess of volcanoes, fire;
her gift from Earth they so admire.
Mysterious, some crystals of
our Peridot came from above,
in pallasite meteorites,
a gift from space that sure delights.
Our Peridot is only seen
in varied shades of color green.
Since hues of green and I agree-
my August birthstone pleases me!
Hesketh approached this adventure with full throttle enthusiasm.
She had never captured a star, but was confident she would be victorious.
Being the seventh daughter of a seventh daughter of a star counter
A clear vision of her deed had risen from the inside of her cauldron.
Her visions were usually smoky, this one was as clear as a TV screen.
Without a vulnerable star, her powers were half-mast at best.
She was clairaudient, a captured star would give her clairvoyance.
Whispers of what life could be with this power assured her queendom.
At the present time her sister was to be ruler of Amsterdam City.
Hesketh was fully ready to combat black holes and dodge meteorites.
She had her claw devices ready to grip the star and pull it back to earth.
She would have to be fast, for sorcery had given her a warning.
Others were after this star. It was up for grabs so to speak.
Six or seven psychics had seen that it was wobbly and vulnerable.
crew was sworn to secrecy, as they exited this galaxy to enter the next.
Hesketh’s heart thumped wildly as she headed toward her destination.
Deeply enchanted by the things you call flaws
My spirit levitates at mere sight of you
Doing things you call normal.
Like when you rise and set,beaming like the sun though out the day.
Or when you slumber gracefully, and your face moonlights the world
Yes you get hit by meteorites, yet here you
Are, still spinning
Lost in the universe you call your life
Yet I find myself being guided on how
To love you by the maps you call scars
I find my self deeply invested in every
Fragment and detail of what makes you
Is it love? addiction? Or a mix of the two
Or am I just addicted to loving you?
Is this possession or devotion, or
Am I devoted to being possessed by you.
If iam to find my self vanishing into oblivion
May you be the world unknown
~for athieno
_apeede
The paradigm of endearment,
less expressed, less explained.
Our tales of delusion,
Prattles of “what ifs”.
What does a man want?
A healthier morning,
more loving than nights,
pointing constellations and
wishing to countless meteorites.
attention is what, a man always thrives,
“thou beauty”,” thou cheeks”,
my beauty, your life.
Put hand in my hand,
and greet me with a kiss,
I love you a lot... miss….
Acrobatic starlight
new champion for League of Legends
Starlight wonder queen
tossed high into the cosmos amid meteorites
Lightning power surrounds her as a smoky sizzling haze
Soroka and Rye check their runes, to figure out her place
Brawlers, assassins and marksmen are at the ready
keeping their eyes and weapons on the latest champion
Let the game begin!
Daddy warned us about the Texas twisters
They mow down mountains
Or toss them into another galaxy
Over three hundred miles an hour he said
Because he is from Texas and that is how they talk there
Tornadoes are worse in Texas than anywhere else, guessed my husband.
Yes, and so are the meteorites that drop out of the sky in Texas.
Some are the size of a football stadium; that is how we got the last two
And the spiders there are larger than toasters, my husband guessed.
Spiders here pick up our houses and carry them off on their backs.
My Daddy is super proud of talking like this.
Like a true Texan.
Diana fell into space off her rodeo stallion.
She traveled past the clouds until she reached the upper cosmos.
Space aliens, creatures, and cartoons did not know what to think.
They hid behind large meteorites and super enormous asteroids.
Watching this woman with the strange trifecta head lasso the planets.
Are we ever coming out? One whispered to three of his comrades.
You first one said He had heard about the volatile tempers of Earth.
drop enough words
on the universe
you might crack
something open
you might
find your way–
–I don't know
when
a boulder
hits the atmosphere
it becomes a fizzle
a morning glory
radiant splendor
shut tight
before your
morning cup
maybe enough
weight falls through
to touch
your heart
and there it sits
its precious metal
undetected
for years, decades, centuries
how many words
have fallen
nowhere
how do words
that find us
find us
is there more
inspirational insanity
than Poe
more
insightful introspection
than Emily
more
enlightened epiphany
than Keats
I don't know
words illuminate
my darkness
find my way
sing my song
I'll drop
a ton of them
and be crushed
by more
fizzles in the night
at the right time
in the right mind
help me, guide me, show me
hey...
meteorites happen
my heart's
been conked
a time or two
maybe this time
it's zapped by you
who knows
staring up
at the sparkles
and the moon
I want something
to strike
clear through
Whiskey shot of the Milky way
we grow the cosmos everyday;
Destroying what we have outgrown
fire clears the way for the unknown;
Pitfalls ward away a standstill
long ago mastered how to kill;
Within cataclysmic unrest
the spark is no longer oppressed;
Until the last obstacle falls,
montage of fiery wrecking balls;
Independent meteorites;
We will shine, we will dim the lights.
She wept for this cause,
They couldn’t see beyond the present,
They didn’t deem it an urgent course,
While few are willing to listen, the majority choose to resent.
They say that how could a child’s eye see beyond the wall,
They are also not without their periscopes,
She can envisage their fall,
It’s like viewing falling meteorites through telescopes.
A doomsday disaster,
All-inclusive none the master.
July 23, 2022.
Atmosphere stratified over billions of years
Envelopes the Earth with protective layers
Saves lives from harmful cosmic radiation
Controls the climate and weather variation
Burns meteorites before they become curse
So the Earth doesn’t turn into another Mars.
Mountain peaks pierce invisible atmosphere
Air pressure decreases up the gradient there
Breathlessness sets in with oxygen depletion
Climber’s heart struggles albeit in jubilation
Clouds spiral in cyclonic low-pressure trough
Pour as rain and snow swept by winds rough.
Let the depressed life climb the mountain high
Rise over dreary atmosphere to touch the sky
Reach euphoria stratum where pressure is low
Enliven weathered life leaving the agony below
Ecstasy clouds will suffuse the mind at elevation
Drizzle in your soul as the shower of exaltation.
December 30, 2021
Contest : Weather
Sponsor : Angela Tune
Adventure to night
meteorites falling
nature of this society.
Of all the meteorites
that hit me each day,
I can see my image
at the lighted up
crystal chandelier,
it's terribly crushed;
but the zenith
of my fortitude
still sparkles and says:
You can do it girl!
Sisters from another mother
Yet they have never met
The music they have shared
And over lyrics they have wept
Toasted long lost friends
And danced the night away
This is what sisters do
Wasted wishes on meteorites
When no shooting stars in sight
Tossed coins into fountains
Oh how that makes the cleaners night
Frolicked on thier facebook page
Sent pressie in the post
Truly sisters from another mother
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