Last night was the first night in a hundred years or so that the full moon had a total lunar eclipse. I watched the eclipse up until it disappeared and it stayed as such due to the heavy clouds rolling in for snow in the up coming days.
Luna was shining ever so bright and this morning really was her moment to shine to the world and gift her beauty unto all Yuletide watchers, and Helios captured her beauty and stole her away for a time. Before I could see the end of their marriage, I fell into a sleep of peace.
This very early morning at 1:33 to 2:44 (when I walked home from my friend's house), I watched Luna every so often, especially while walking home on Gaia's frozen body. This Yule was a very magical one and I'm glad that I charged my runes and necklace for the time that I did.
This day feels magical and I believe I'm going to have a great Yule. As for Giftmas, my Toshiba netbook isn't coming until Dec. 31. Pooh, hsn.com!
It's too bad that the clouds destroyed my viewing process and my meditation ritual. I guess the goddess wants me to find the answers without her help after all (I knew it). I won't be able to witness this historical marriage again for a great while until December 21, 2094; I'll be 102 by then.
Oh, and by the way, the repeal of the law/policy "Don't ask, Don't Tell," has given me a bit more hope for the world. I've not lost my faith in the repeal since I began following it in September. Some soldiers and discharged servicepeople have been battling this unconstitutional law for 17 years, some just 5 or 10 years.
I don't believe in war and it's ridiculous that we are still warring with our brothers and sisters in 2010, almost 2011. Gaia is so angry with her spoiled children. Soon, the universe will fix that. I believe that maybe we have been so evil and warring because of the complex diversity coming to Earth in soul-form.
We all don't know how to get along and it's hard to live through a body and in a world that is foreign to what we're used to. Maybe that's it. Regardless, this Five-Sense world is going to change in just 730.5 days.
Count the days, my siblings of Earth. Our great Mother will finally have her wish on a merry Yuletide eve in just 730.5 days. May 2012 spare us of dignity and strip us of our clothes, washing us with pure light and love, and nursing us into a new era of total spirituality and intelligence, and hopefully, with these gifts, will we find peace and the accolades of love.
Dec 21, 2010
Dec 14, 2010
Are you safe?
No one knows.
A deep surrender.
Of the sun, of the stars.
A deep slumber.
This night alone.
I see, I hear, I feel you.
From the past, from all else.
Deep are the streams of Sorrow,
Deep are the feelings,
My only phantom love.
You have sailed away,
Shedding behind a layer,
That you will no longer need,
For your new life.
Like taking the well from my home,
And now I drink only from that faucet,
A water devoid of your minerals.
I see a me in chains,
Frozen, time brazen,
Now scoffing.
I wish that you hear the
Wind of my breath,
Pushing outside to release the sorrow.
Phantom, O' my only love.
A castle inside, maybe once coveréd.
Vines that which held beauty,
Now dead and left to strangle me;
Suffocating this edifice, of love so out of bliss.
I wish that I could speak,
Such words again to thee,
O' my phantom love, a hole in my heart,
You have left me half breathing.
My breath trembles.
As it takes in oxygen so cold.
This season is restless, and so,
The moon will change, and it will expect me to also.
I am such the unbreakable mirror,
But my past love, only in this frozen second of time,
May we look at the moon and see,
Feel each other's hearts beating at the same pace.
Even at such a far distance, we are at odds.
Across the space, a keen divide.
Once ago, I could look at the moon,
Maybe you'd be looking too.
And somehow, I felt close to you,
Knowing that you saw it too,
A great distance, yet staring at the same celestial being,
We were somehow linked, and could have proof.
Now, we are divided by the sea,
And you will surely be free,
Of that connection.
And I will wither in my suspension.
Sunset and your sunrise,
Our only chance to cheat demise,
But will we be looking for the same?
How can I know?
At least before, we were both bound by night.
Not even can I rely on the blue orb,
Circling in the sky, clouds so high,
Moving past and past,
Lulling me into a hpyontic; please last!
My dream, my phantom, o' you cruel love,
And yet you'll never know,
And never be able to kiss me from this slumber.
I sometimes blame you in anger,
In a rage, a raging storm deep inside.
A maelstrom of unsaid words, never to confide,
In you, my wrenching heart.
I resent this!
It has been so long,
When will I be able to love once more,
Like I used to, in my dreams?
I have carried this body,
Up and up each day I go,
And nothing to show, but
the whispering frquency of crying.
Yet it's made me stronger,
But deep inside,
I am a broken castle of dreams.
But even after you,
I may only be in love with,
A mere phantom,
Not you, but an idea,
That which was you.
A deep surrender.
Of the sun, of the stars.
A deep slumber.
This night alone.
I see, I hear, I feel you.
From the past, from all else.
Deep are the streams of Sorrow,
Deep are the feelings,
My only phantom love.
You have sailed away,
Shedding behind a layer,
That you will no longer need,
For your new life.
Like taking the well from my home,
And now I drink only from that faucet,
A water devoid of your minerals.
I see a me in chains,
Frozen, time brazen,
Now scoffing.
I wish that you hear the
Wind of my breath,
Pushing outside to release the sorrow.
Phantom, O' my only love.
A castle inside, maybe once coveréd.
Vines that which held beauty,
Now dead and left to strangle me;
Suffocating this edifice, of love so out of bliss.
I wish that I could speak,
Such words again to thee,
O' my phantom love, a hole in my heart,
You have left me half breathing.
My breath trembles.
As it takes in oxygen so cold.
This season is restless, and so,
The moon will change, and it will expect me to also.
I am such the unbreakable mirror,
But my past love, only in this frozen second of time,
May we look at the moon and see,
Feel each other's hearts beating at the same pace.
Even at such a far distance, we are at odds.
Across the space, a keen divide.
Once ago, I could look at the moon,
Maybe you'd be looking too.
And somehow, I felt close to you,
Knowing that you saw it too,
A great distance, yet staring at the same celestial being,
We were somehow linked, and could have proof.
Now, we are divided by the sea,
And you will surely be free,
Of that connection.
And I will wither in my suspension.
Sunset and your sunrise,
Our only chance to cheat demise,
But will we be looking for the same?
How can I know?
At least before, we were both bound by night.
Not even can I rely on the blue orb,
Circling in the sky, clouds so high,
Moving past and past,
Lulling me into a hpyontic; please last!
My dream, my phantom, o' you cruel love,
And yet you'll never know,
And never be able to kiss me from this slumber.
I sometimes blame you in anger,
In a rage, a raging storm deep inside.
A maelstrom of unsaid words, never to confide,
In you, my wrenching heart.
I resent this!
It has been so long,
When will I be able to love once more,
Like I used to, in my dreams?
I have carried this body,
Up and up each day I go,
And nothing to show, but
the whispering frquency of crying.
Yet it's made me stronger,
But deep inside,
I am a broken castle of dreams.
But even after you,
I may only be in love with,
A mere phantom,
Not you, but an idea,
That which was you.
Dec 13, 2010
Dec 4, 2010
A miserable mistake
Moving on from the wind, taking back what is mine.
Emotions of hatred, coming up from that mine.
Burried for so long, he may notice a stench.
Covered in earth, this putrid wretch, I clench.
Myself, in my arms.
Tightening on the throat of my heart inside.
Tempting the equilibrium of an organ's life.
Nuts and bolts undo themselves.
Run in fear of what's to come.
A devil that soonly delves.
No where can I not succumb.
And as he falls deeply within from a ledge.
Memories are heated, burned to the edge.
Pathways are made if there is no way.
Stopping all functions, as they turn their gaze.
They look to their new dictator.
Seizing control, eating away all that will oppose.
And my veins the highway to the center.
A virus that leaves fear within its tracks.
Piling on the agony, giving stress when it will enter.
But he could not have predicted.
The insides that are truly wicked.
Dwarfed by the black rotting walls.
Of within this body; a beat so mangled and small.
Walls stained with navy tears and black fears.
Nowhere to hide once inside.
A cave with a bottom that is cold like ice.
Tall facades with grooves eroded by saline water so un-nice.
And minerals and crystals jagged to the fingers.
There in the open, a heart in the form of a death bringer.
A demon awaiting to kill what is his.
His by the notion that an invader has lived.
This devil, oh so cunning and clever?
Now paled by comparison of this evil center.
A perfect organ beating happily to the march?
Of life, he assumed because it was so impregnable.
But a fool he will surely be parched.
And ensnared forever.
To die by the unruly weather.
Smoke arising from this mine, now the earth swallows it up,
Hiding the entrance to the confine.
Emotions of hatred, coming up from that mine.
Burried for so long, he may notice a stench.
Covered in earth, this putrid wretch, I clench.
Myself, in my arms.
Tightening on the throat of my heart inside.
Tempting the equilibrium of an organ's life.
Nuts and bolts undo themselves.
Run in fear of what's to come.
A devil that soonly delves.
No where can I not succumb.
And as he falls deeply within from a ledge.
Memories are heated, burned to the edge.
Pathways are made if there is no way.
Stopping all functions, as they turn their gaze.
They look to their new dictator.
Seizing control, eating away all that will oppose.
And my veins the highway to the center.
A virus that leaves fear within its tracks.
Piling on the agony, giving stress when it will enter.
But he could not have predicted.
The insides that are truly wicked.
Dwarfed by the black rotting walls.
Of within this body; a beat so mangled and small.
Walls stained with navy tears and black fears.
Nowhere to hide once inside.
A cave with a bottom that is cold like ice.
Tall facades with grooves eroded by saline water so un-nice.
And minerals and crystals jagged to the fingers.
There in the open, a heart in the form of a death bringer.
A demon awaiting to kill what is his.
His by the notion that an invader has lived.
This devil, oh so cunning and clever?
Now paled by comparison of this evil center.
A perfect organ beating happily to the march?
Of life, he assumed because it was so impregnable.
But a fool he will surely be parched.
And ensnared forever.
To die by the unruly weather.
Smoke arising from this mine, now the earth swallows it up,
Hiding the entrance to the confine.
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