August arrives in the dark
we are not even asleep and it is here
with a gust of rain rustling before it
how can it be so late all at once
somewhere the Perseids are falling
toward us already at a speed that would
burn us alive if we could believe it
but in the stillness after the rain ends
nothing is to be heard but the drops falling
one at a time from the tips of the leaves
into the night and I lie in the dark
listening to what I remember
while the night flies on with us into itself
. —W.S. Merwin
Little Circles. The park's alive, thronged at two with
roundabout shrieks and 'too high' cries from hollow o mouths;
sharp jazz crotchets of thin-throated play float
as the second-rate band hacks at first-rate tunes.
Tots and tweens pitch themselves in somersaults
and tight-topped teens with vibrant shirts but darker looks
perfect u-turn frowns. Half an ale evaporates
in sticky older hands. Just one more... the plastic mouth goads.
Outside this wide green, gardened circle,
revolving at the centre of town,
the public house serves battered cod clients.
On its gaudy shopfront sup punters,
and between toothless benches, one orange mouth trembles.
It goldfishes open atop slack breasts and lips spilling pints and
Her boy, full football kitted, absorbs agape.
A double-hoodied shambles lashes both with wet whip tongue,
his hatchet face an angry open hole
red-raw with drink and momentary
At the crossing my boys strain at the button,
puckermouthed. Only on the other side do I think to ask
'Am I better?' ‘Will you miss this?’ ‘Do you trust me?’
‘Does she need help?’ But don’t.
On this side two young attend a fallen man.
Four older walk by with
little circle mouths
little circle eyes.
All the little circles.
Bubbles avoiding collisions.
I ignore 3 homeless;
2 charity workers;
Не психуй просто так, не кричи без причины, Нервы- дар, береги, и не только свои! Будь ты милая девушка, грозный мужчина, Знай- хорошее в жизни идет от любви! Ничего не добьешься ни криком ни ссорой, И случается, да, что от них не уйдешь, Ты попробуй уладить ее разговором, Все хорошее лишь от любви, ты поймешь. Будь то мама, жена будь то сын или дочка, Будь то муж или дедушка, или друзья Ты их любишь не так ли? И жирную точку В отношениях ваших поставить нельзя. Обними, расскажи, что не будет спокойно, Если друг против друга настроились вы, И не в радость сейчас делать плохо и больно, Человеку к которому много любви. Улыбнись, успокойся, не плачь без причины, Будь ты прав хоть сто раз- ты о том не тверди, Будь ты нежная девушка, жесткий мужчина, Помни- лучшее в жизни идет от любви.
Написано в апреле 2017 года, тогда мои стихи были милее не так ли?
APRIL 14, 2018; 2:07 AM - FROM HER:
[ DEATH, REVERSED ]
Death is a card of transformation and new life, and typically shows a need to start completely over by letting go of the past. Death reversed typically reflects that you are on the verge of major change but for some reason, you are resisting making that change. YOU MAY BE RELUCTANT TO LET GO OF THE PAST OR YOU MAY NOT KNOW HOW TO MAKE THE CHANGE YOU NEED. YOU ARE STILL CARRYING HARMFUL ASPECTS FROM THE PAST THAT MAY INTERFERE WITH THE OPPORTUNITY YOU HAVE FOR A NEW BEGINNING. YOU ARE REFUSING TO ACCEPT CHANGE AND YOU ARE RESISTING ANY ELEMENT OF CHANGE THAT MAY ARISE IN YOUR LIFE. As a result, life has stagnated and you are feeling ‘stuck’ in limbo.
Assess the way in which you are approaching change. YOU MAY FIND THAT YOU ARE IN FACT HALTING THE VERY CHANGE THAT WILL BE TO YOUR BENEFIT. You may fear the new but rest assured the time is right to accept the new. What is important, too, is that you address and resolve whatever issues are blocking your acceptance of change as soon as you can so that you are then free to start your new journey. Pursuing your new journey now, without having resolved the past, may actually lead to unintended outcomes, so best you deal with what is preventing you from changing first.
APRIL 14, 2018; 2:07 AM - FROM BRITAIN:
[ ACE OF PENTACLES ]
The Ace of Pentacles, like the Aces of the other suits, is REPRESENTATIVE OF NEW BEGINNINGS, FRESH ENERGY, AND INSPIRATION. THE ACE OF PENTACLES HERALDS A FEELING OF PROSPERITY AND ABUNDANCE AND SHOULD BE ACCEPTED JOYFULLY. IT IS A VERY POSITIVE CARD IN GENERAL.
The Ace of Pentacles is about manifestation of your goals, and that yOU ARE MOVING INTO A MORE POSITIVE STATE OF MIND ABOUT WHAT YOU ARE CAPABLE OF ACHIEVING. Your ideas are ready to be turned into something tangible. Figure out what will work and make it a reality. Thus, the Ace of Pentacles sees you starting to map out how exactly you will achieve your goals, by creating targeted action plans and getting those actions underway. There are opportunities that are becoming available to you that will help you to manifest your goals and REALISE YOUR INNER POTENTIAL, whilst at the same time generate some level of income and financial support. You are beginning to see that the world is indeed your oyster and that through careful planning, you can manifest your true goals and desires. 👤
APRIL 14, 2018; 2:07 AM - READING:
[ KING OF CUPS ]
The King of Cups expresses much more restraint in his emotional state. He is a master of his own feelings, and remains in control of his emotions. Not to say that he represses those feelings and sentiments. On the contrary, the King of Cups represents the balance between the emotions and the intellect. He is a master of compassion and kindness and his card often indicates strong bonds in a relationship based on temperance and understanding.
The King of Cups is highly diplomatic and politically correct. He has a real talent at being able to balance the needs of many people and keeps everyone working together harmoniously and productively. He knows how to show care and sensitivity as he leads others towards a common goal. He responds carefully to others’ emotional needs and can diffuse a tense situation by reading and responding to the different people involved.
IF YOU ARE BEING CHALLENGED PERSONALLY, THE KING OF CUPS SUGGESTS YOU WILL NEED TO REMAIN EMOTIONALLY MATURE IN DEALING WITH THE NEGATIVE ENERGY FROM OTHERS. YOU NEED TO BE CLEAR IN YOUR OWN MIND ABOUT WHAT YOUR BOUNDARIES ARE AND WHAT IS AND IS NOT ACCEPTABLE ON AN EMOTIONAL LEVEL. This King is level-headed and in control of his emotions. He uses his emotional intellect to make smart decisions and does not let other circumstances or whims sway him from his central belief system and his morals.
For all the times you felt like:
You weren't enough
Things wouldn't get better
Things couldn't get getter
No one would listen
You couldn't change
Your misery was your fault...
I been there
I get it, and...
You are loved
And there's someone you can talk to
Don't think so?
Well...talk to ME anytime
I get it...and I won't judge
POST 2 OF 2 (THE POEM)
So I wrote a poem and then I started messing around with some chords. Let me know what you think. Do you prefer this as a song or poem?
At first the feeling creeped in
Now you're too far off the deep end
And you want me to hold your hand
So you can pull me down
Into a pool of infatuation
I would hate if you drowned
But you're the only one
Who can save your ass now
You've misunderstood my every intention
Throw it back in my face just to get me to listen
Like I'd somehow be attracted run right back and redact it
All cuz your childish decisions
You were never the perfect penman
Now there's nothing you could write to re-right your wrongs
Trying to get a rise out of fighting maelstroms
Like missus, missus, lemme be ya witness
To the woman who don't wanna be seen
Save all your missus, I could use forgiveness
She has no interest in forgiving
Last Night I Drove My Son Home
from his friend’s house, where they were filming
a movie starring my son in a love triangle.
My son, fifteen, has never been in a love right angle,
or even a love straight line, as far as I know.
He stopped talking two years ago—
to me, I mean. I got this secondhand from a street informant
I’ll refer to here by her code name, Little Sister.
A warm night, windows rolled down—my cheap car
requires physical cranking. (Not even a CD player!)
Purchased in 2003 when he was ten and still kissed me goodnight
and may even have held my hand while we watched
old movies. (No cable TV either!) Yesterday
he made me kill a giant bug, and I briefly saw
that ten-year-old again.
Full moon—I could see him looking up at it,
following it as I turned and we lost it to the trees.
September, but moist like August. I ached
for a few soft words between us in that silence.
On a sidewalk near the park a young man sat,
face in hands, a friend standing helpless above him.
I slowed down. What’s that guy doing? I said aloud.
Is he Okay?
I see him too, my son said.
As the friend helped the man
to his feet, I sped on.
My son hummed an old song about the moon
that I didn’t know he knew. My son, the star
of a movie I’ll never see. I just get
these vague coming attractions.
I caught him in a lie or two this week.
Every exchange a house of cards—all it takes
is a deep sigh, and they come tumbling down.
I’d have hummed along with him,
but I didn’t want him to stop.
. — Jim Daniels
Spiralling. Spun opal, wild arm of ocean
tilts inward, imploding
slap of salt on skin. Curved dagger of wave impales
wrinkle from the epicentre.
I sweep a vertigo sky in
dead man’s float;
skim the film.
of salt weight cushions
my hazy shape as I’m clouded
unaware of peak or trough.
Your smile is really something.
It brightens my whole day.
It calms me. Soothes me.
Keeps my blues away.
You make me feel like I’m not a insignificant spec.
Not a shadow in the wind.
Something in the past I’ve felt I’ve been.
I make you laugh,
And man you make me laugh.
Being around you never feels like a chore or a task.
It’s more like a delight or simple pleasure
In which I get to indulge.
Your charismatic ways are one to behold.
You are always surprising me,
Keeping me guessing.
Being a part of your life is such a beautiful blessing. Pheonix_Araya
Why is it we all crave love?
Is it because to ourselves we aren’t enough?
So we let others determine our worth,
Something that is engrained into our skulls since birth.
We all strive for perfection,
Addicted to our own soulless reflections,
Mirroring back what we want people to see.
The words “im just being me” lose all their authenticity.