nine of
cupside gold-
en dairies married
silken maid-
ens down to
squeezing milk men pleas-
ing through the
only
partly
wide and open castle doors
Nonwhite
vestiges
of heaven's fine brew
fate are magical items
that grow like flowers over tiny
ayes in painting spells that happen
repeatedly or that
include
a sudden on-
set of
yearly belov-
ed small
snippethood.
under-
done frothy old
cock and
bull stories are
pure enough to
love your im-
maculate re-
ception of
their wast-
ed content-
ment
In the midst of Fall,
Harbinger of snow,
Rising above all:
Intention to bestow
Illuminating grace,
Intimations of,
In that precious face,
Universal love.
Christopher M. Swan 2008
On the twenty-first of September, 2025,
I, Helios, god of the Sun,
entered the Sixth House
and found Virgo waiting—
the Virgin, radiant,
her light softer than dawn.
Her beauty was not flesh alone,
but the balm of the wounded soul,
a healer of what is broken.
I said, “Let us celebrate,
for the eclipse belongs to us.”
Virgo smiled, yet whispered,
“What if Luna, your wife, finds us?”
And I replied, “Fear not—
she will only pass by in silence.
For tonight, I dwell in your house.”
I gazed into her eyes
and kissed her with the fire of the Sun.
Yet as my flame longed to consume her,
she wept and said,
“I am a Virgin—
I can only unite in the intercourse of souls.”
And so it was:
in that sacred eclipse,
I entered not her body but her spirit,
and I was made whole for the first time.
Refinement, purity, and sorrow
were written upon my light.
But the shadow moved,
Luna returned to her throne,
and Virgo faded back into silence.
Since then I burn in the sky,
forever longing for the Virgin
who healed me once,
yet can never be mine.
September glistens like her Harvest Moon
Draped in lush sapphire gown, she reaps
Bounty's finery, corn and foliage abloom--
And prancing to welcome autumnal grace
This Lady Virgo bestows wind its crisp air,
Then drifts off, leaving a kiss of soft farewell !
I feel and see your love—
how you tend to the world
that too often withholds return—
how even in your own storms
you reach outward,
checking the pulse of others
even as your own pain
pressures in.
Your resilience is not noise,
not the crash of waves,
but the quiet strength
of a butterfly—
purple softness catching light,
wings still fluttering
even when torn by fierce weather.
You remind me
that care is an art form—
in every animal you nurture,
in every friend you hold
from drifting away.
The poet within you,
the self you feel has dimmed,
is still alive—
strengthening others,
strengthening me.
I may not always say it,
but your presence steadies me—
your efforts do not go unseen.
You are valued—deeply—
today and always.
None of you has died—
you live yet still—
your love carried on every flower,
every heart
you land upon.
They overthink and analyze
They’re never one to fantasize
They like to give direction
They’re addicted to perfection
If OCD was a person
One thing is for certain
Everything must be clean!
Any dirt will be seen
Mercury’s descendants
Are very independent
I would take their advice
Even if it’s not always nice
They live to help others
The most attentive lovers
They’re also pretty bossy
They can get a little saucy
They love to be well-groomed
It’s where they seem to bloom
Every detail is what they see
They see it to a psychotic degree
Whenever you feel alone
They’re the ones you need to phone
And never let this friend go
They care more than you know
Virgo
My birthday is in September.
Through astrology I am a Virgo.
Through characteristics I am detailed.
I’ve been writing for five years.
Always hard working.
I’ve always loved drawing.
I can’t stand clutter.
I will always enjoy lifting weights forever.
With structure, I am very organized.
Being observant I’m good at problem solving.
In a relationship, always trustworthy.
I’m always wide awake early.
The bottom line would be high expectations.
I have critical thoughts and imperfections.
I write this letter to you.
Maybe I will find someone beautiful soon.
What are your favorite hobbies?
Maybe you also love writing?
I am grounded with discipline.
It’s been hard work and no play or fun.
You have my undivided attention through possibilities.
A committed partner and understanding.
I would be reliable and attentive.
Together we both have something to believe in.
I wanted to be honest.
I know that I have no patience.
One day I just might find someone.
With your smile, you might be the one.
What if dreams come true?
The signs in the sky, it might be you
your body is a garden,
with beautiful plants,
it's soft,
it's scent like snow.
hold me,
with every moveable part of you,
i’m addicted,
to your touch.
be happy for me,
don’t cry now,
tears can come, but let it be tears of joy,
happiness mixed with pleasure.
love isn't a sin,
yours is sweet,
mixed with lust,
it's flavor like nectar.
don’t stop, let’s not stop,
please,
we both want this,
desire led us here.
i'm happy,
you are too,
your mouth shows it,
i wrap myself in your love.
i'd never ask for anyone else,
even if we never met,
I won’t hurt your soul,
I’ll put you above myself.
deflowering feels beautiful,
i lose myself in your kiss,
i hope we have sweet dreams,
ones where we’re together,
and where we love each other this way.
(2024. Oct. 22.)
(title is "Untouched Virgin" in latin)
I keep running to your home on the horizon Spica , but I can see that my Earth will never touch your Sky
I'll watch the Sun till my eyes sting
Looking for your spirit to move
You must be in the light you have to be
For I am in the dark and its been so long since your presence has been felt
Can you see me struggling with the shadows
The drawn out figures parading across the walls
My many long faces pacing the length of the dining room
low points in the day when I'm clinging to numbness
I can scream at the night but that wont chase the darkness away
The dreams I run tirelessly through trying to save you but always realizing that I'm to late
you're lost amongst those stars
Where my Earth will never touch your Sky
Curious is my mind, So I seek
Mouth I can't keep shut, so I speak
Heart is unwell, I meet God and I pray
It now stopped looking for things
and
When my eyes touched their sides
I found calm
And you appeared in my dreams
or so I thought
I tried to wake, but I was not asleep
I thought I was in a dream
For things I prayed for
each,
each of them i can count
no one-side or twos
is right in front of mine
as I wake
Each year the International Day of Peace is observed around the world on 21 September.The UN General Assembly has declared this as a day devoted to strengthening the ideals of peace,through observing 24 hours of non-violence and cease-fire..Suna Zafar Bhai cease fire yani no goli no bullet..Hence it is proved that ARK is peace preacher and that is why I say Love Life Live Life And Let Others Live..According to astrological chart my zodiac sign is Virgo and
Zodiac symbol is virgin,maiden,doshiza and Perhaps that is why I am a bachelor. Strength..Helpful,Honest,Organized,Reliable..
Weaknesses.stubborn and critical..
Life Path Number 3 and Probably that is why I am following Triple 3..
Ruling Planet Mercury..Element Earth..Lucky Day Wednesday...
Lucky Color Orange Budhist color..
Lucky numbers 4,12,17,21,(33)45 and 69,SiX Nine hhmm..
Compatibility capricorn taurus..
Note.Kareena Kapoor's date of birth is also 21 September..
only things grown in the ground remain
but mismatched without the hand of man
see that they dodge beautiful
their languishing longitudinal vegetable bodies
never suffer fracture the stems with fruits
and their armor and weapons, bark and branches
trees
no, I didn't think our past was decent
humans
if you ask me about those days of debauchery
we were building ourselves up like the men we now are
with wars and ironworks asps vertices vortices cusps
and it was discovered that it is easy to be reborn another
improvement is advisable
there is only one exit after a wall called brain
then the field we learned to cultivate
now this is what we are having mastered cultivation
homunculi like scattered tares sprouting without end
the power of some being the downfall of others
history built with annihilations
and then the progress
the home appliances
microwave TV freezer wire and electricity
then bytes and bits
now nanoeverything
tomorrow AI and nothing more.
Virgo is my sign with which I deeply align
I thrive as I help and serve, driven by passion and verve
Religious in heart mystic in mind, a soul wholly unconfined
Gifted by the healing power of Love and the sensibility of dove
Of a sense of worth, an affinity with mother earth, that’s my sign birth.
April 30th, 2021
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