subject: a whole new world
time: 10:13am
music: moondance - michael buble
mood: astrological.
S t a r s.
To parallel eyes beseeching the night sky for some celestial route to a lost peace of her heart, her personal universe n' door into her soul.
Somewhere, i am convinced,
"it is hidden", says she.
in the sightlines to Mars, under the ... gems, burried in love.
The darkness slowly sucking Pluto into meteoric fragments flowing;
always always flowing and lost in ghostly waves, and washing Neptune's hydrogen shores. Lost forever, I wonder about these methane skies, always, in wondering why.
When Jupiter was once her world, revolving around n' around their hearts, sunflowers, her daisies and their (shared) beautiful days.
Jupiter; once upon a time, her world and yet failed to be her star...
Now, I wonder why so ?
Shed some smoldering silver light on Uranus' everlastingly blue, featureless sorrow crying amonial. Tears for a love forsaken before life's time. Was it meant to be a measured concept ? compelling ? heartbreaking ? Grief to heal and scars to fade within the featureless black recesses of souls. I am still. Still; searching for a singularity born in the merging of two satellites. Still; chasing the same ideals and wondering why we never met on my Venus instead..
I shall wait for you on Venus. ..
>>>>
i don't know enough to write this. i am neither here nor there. i think i think therefore i write. right? i think. despite my incompetence, i mightbe on to something here, or maybe not. oh tis' paramour, paranormal parasite. periphrastic paradigm, notwithstanding, there must be something that i need to say but can't, or haven't got time or skill to find a precise way enough to express. you see?
This is for all the new friends I have made and am going to make, now that I am back. for good (jeeshh. FOR GOOD still is as daunting. shibers.). It's like starting a poem, starting a sketch, starting a relationship. But I am here, standstill and primed with open arms in welcoming a whole new world.
Poison me willingly,
I am here for you.
Trade hurt away, in exchange for hope
untie the noose, pull yourself up with the same rope.
Place you tears with mine
the hurt we'll confine;
this is not the beginning,
but it isnt an end.
As all recent strangers
become my existing friends.
Thank You.
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oh. do note: visit TWO [[link also available in the "SHE LOVES" wedge on the right]], for random synchronized intellectual musings, on the how/what/where/when of this phenomena we call... uh. life ? Thankieyous to yours truly SOfadzil for his brilliance and this honor to be a part of this co-writing expedition.
Just our lil attempt to change the world.
