"Mission"

I feel as if my Life has taken a turn


It feels as if the Magic of moving into the slipstream is happening


And It feels so good


Feels so right-






For Ive waited


Patient as the Night


Patient as a Jaguar


Behind the Shadow of A Jungle Leaf-






All my dreams are about to be Re-Dreamt


And I will be of good service,


Because the Promises made before Breaths


Are Promises I meant 


To be Kept-

Tarantula Nebula   

you are marvelous the gods wait to delight in you.

The Laughing Heart by Charles Bukowski

your life is your life
don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is a light somewhere.
it may not be much light but
it beats the darkness.
be on the watch.
the gods will offer you chances.
know them.
take them.
you can’t beat death but
you can beat death in life, sometimes.
and the more often you learn to do it,
the more light there will be.
your life is your life.
know it while you have it.
you are marvelous
the gods wait to delight
in you.

© Charles Bukowski

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When I Heard The Learned Astronomer

When I heard the Learn’d Astronomer

WHEN I heard the learn’d astronomer;
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me;
When I was shown the charts and the diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them;
When I, sitting, heard the astronomer, where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,
How soon, unaccountable, I became tired and sick;	5
Till rising and gliding out, I wander’d off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.

THE MOST OF IT by Robert Frost

He thought he kept the universe alone;
For all the voice in answer he could wake

Was but the mocking echo of his own
From some tree-hidden cliff across the lake.

Some morning from the boulder-broken beach

He would cry out on life, that what it wants

Is not its own love back in copy speech,

But counter-love, original response.
And nothing ever came of what he cried
Unless it was the embodiment that crashed

In the cliff's talus on the other side,
And then in the far distant water splashed,

But after a time allowed for it to swim,
Instead of proving human when it neared

And someone else additional to him,
As a great buck it powerfully appeared,

Pushing the crumpled water up ahead,

And landed pouring like a waterfall,
And stumbled through the rocks with horny tread,

And forced the underbrush - and that was all.

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