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10-25-2023, 10:10 AM
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Join Date: Jul 2006
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One Breath of Scorpio
He awoke to a comfy cat on his rested legs
He grinds tasty beans and makes coffee before a morning pee
The sun is obscured by thick, charcoal clouds
Rain pelts the windows, increasing and very loud
The sun says “hi”, even though he can’t view her with his eyes
A steady rain feeds the thirsty trees
God is providing for his absent flowers
That increase and blossom in a neighbor’s yard
His life shuffles like a deck of tarot cards
On the rise, Pluto and Mars patch the scars
Water as a sign, the silver sea beckons and moans
Tones of Terrapin echo and roll down the hill collecting moisture
Two pretty pumpkins pose, awaiting a kiss from the nose of a knife
Seeds of tomorrow take root in a Dahlia shoot
A sea of sitars swirl in succulent sounds
Emotions dance on the clouds and in the ground
Prisms of sacred schisms sewing flames with arms and legs
Trading entangled embers by the shore
Migratory birds screeching out ancient folklore
The Scorpio is in the doorway of hopes and dreams
Accumulating Angels are beaming
Fantastic luminescent lights
With the horizon in his sights
He dwells all alone, while she scribes on her throne
Roughly half a century ago he took one breath
Now he laughs at the silly shadows of death
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I don't know where the sunbeams end
And the starlights begin
It's all a mystery
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