Me too. Love mythology... great link, thanks. tank top charisma (part vii) I loved your choice of the beginning quote: "Now, as the son of Resource and Poverty, Love is in a peculiar case. First, he is ever poor, and far from tender or beautiful as most suppose him... ~Plato" This was my favorite stanza. "Take me to Venus, miss charisma, your planet of perfumed poisons and paralyzing pillow talk and purple neon lighting commands my counter." It was a pleasure to read your new offering.
"you shall rule all that lives and moves and shall have the greatest rights among the deathless gods: those who defraud you and do not appease your power with offerings, reverently performing rites and paying fit gifts, shall be punished for evermore." ~Homer: The Odyssey~ mercury's platinum virgin I must admit, I thought no spinster could convert me, but when you rolled in, I licked my lips, foretasting platinum virgin sacrifice. a form fitting khaki skirt and black leather boots laced right up to the knee, you held that wheat bouqet and I began worshipping mercury’s sardonyx rings. I’d never witnessed divinity until, enfolded in Spica light, petite Persephone entranced with cold underworld awe. I can’t help it, gloomy goddesses turn me on. if Pluto interferes, so be it, I’ve orphic mysteries this lyre will lay down.
~* Sighs!*~ dayum....wish I could borrow an inkling of yours ( and a few others ) talents for an afternoon. Your poetry always leaves me a bit speechless, which for me is rather amazing, lol. Thanks so much, I needed a good smile.~* and btw...grrrrrrr~!! lol, haven't really been on much for the last two weeks, hit and run, and was annoyed that i hadda dig around for my favorite threads *snickers a bit with a sly grin and wanders back into the forums to find more*
That which is below is like that which is above, and that which is above is like that which is below, to accomplish the miracle of One Thing. And all things have proceeded from One, by meditation of One, so all things are born from this One Thing, by adaptation. The Sun is the Father thereof. The Moon the Mother. The Wind carried it in its belly. The Earth is its Nurse. Hermes Trismegistus ~The Emerald Tablet~ constellations ix: winter solstice moon I’d never seen foundation retrograde till oxygen debt provokes panic attack, but then she made eye contact and collapsed, personified by multiplied problems, and reacting to a partial presence that would attend aftermath. So it was into courtyard’s open sky for cigarettes and catch-up conversation, sharing electrons, pulling on positives while forgetting negative information. Walking around the lake, stenciling crushed fern finish, teaching yoga on public stairs: we recounted our antiquity as the winter solstice moon loomed in spectral aerial, with maternal shield brandishing our mandate in supernal field.
Bravo! Oh how I love your constellations...I wouldn't take away, or add anything from that one! Somehow reading this, with this music playing in the background makes it sound so rich and bouncy. I really liked the first and last stanza, but the filling of the piece was just as good.
Why isn’t Ophiuchus a member of the zodiac? Ophiuchus, after all, is a sun-sign (Nov. 30th – Dec. 18). The answer to the question is that Ophiuchus isn't in the Tropical Zodiac not because there is something wrong with Ophiuchus but because there is something wrong with the Tropical Zodiac. It’s an inaccurate oversimplification of the heavens dating from a time when we did not have telescopes or computers. paraphrased from Wikipedia Constellations x: Ophiuchi I’ve never believed in eternity or that a millisecond could contain the map of a month or millennia but then she asked you’re inspecting heaven? and I looked up and knew that poetic words won’t capture the intricacies behind human reaction the limbic system becomes overloaded vision becomes solarized in halo’s trying to absorb the implications that astronomical text actually attracted this charmer and it’s now become apparent that the world is indeed mysterious that even hardhearted pessimists who avoid talking on telephones can’t escape providence because all things seek equilibrium and imbalances must be stabilized and though these nerves were numb during interaction, I now realize that people are powered by batteries whose alkaline can be recharged from the celestial magnetism in an angel’s open question traveling across constellations, gathering Pluto’s gravity and descending at the intersection of today, here, her, and me.
I grinned all the way through this piece... [that people are powered by batteries whose alkaline can be recharged from the celestial magnetism ] This made me think of the lines from my own poem... -Love magnetizes human particles, extends a cord for contact outlets.- teehee, same concept, we're on the same wavelength! This I loved out of the whole the most, because it almost sounded/felt like you were talking to me... [and it’s now become apparent that the world is indeed mysterious that even hardhearted pessimists who avoid talking on telephones can’t escape providence ]
Thx for the reply, kitten! I don't know who I was writing that one to... and it's probably why it doesn't seem to create the atmosphere I'm usually shooting for. To everyone who's replied or even read these; many thanks! Hope they were enjoyed!
i've but lately stumbled upon fulmar's brilliance. i bask gladly in the light emanating therefrom. you write beautifully, dude
