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They’re very ordinary sorrows
That mark my todays and tomorrows

Some pain must befall us all
There’s nothing you or I can do
Short of asking time to stall

I watch the scudding clouds
Sometimes white and sometimes grey
And in my darkest hour
Console myself with the promise that I’ll pray

There are some things no one can fix
Sometimes I wonder
How hope and doubt in us mix

I’m not asking you to be kind
I know you have your own sorrow
And can do without mine to borrow

The hardest thing I find to share
Is the unrelieved grey of pain
If I talk about it, do I count that as a gain?

So in this instance, I will refrain
We will wear ours social masks
And faithfully perform our daily tasks

After all, not everything has to be revealed
And some things fester less when concealed.

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Pisces retreats

Me, I’m going deeper in
Going back to places I’ve been

Me, I’m gonna look at the smoke
And see what images it evokes

Me, I’m gonna do some crying
It’s been no use, all this trying

Me, I’m gonna chant me a Vishnu mantra
Though, I confess, I don’t know any tantra.

Me, I’m gonna find some peace
Give this life a new lease

Me, I’m going to dress in white
And do things I believe are right

Me, I’m going to write a song
And I’ll sing it all day long

Me, I’m gonna just let go
And for once move with Destiny’s flow

Me, I know now in my heart:
Sometimes we’re together, sometimes apart

Me, I’m bound for a distant sky
There I’ll find my searched-for high

Me, I’m waving goodbye
I’m parting with many-a-sigh

Me, I’m leaving a forwarding address
In case you have wrongs and want redress.

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I’m going to write you a verse
Don’t frown so, darling,
It could have been much worse.

As you try and take on the universe
Don’t be hasty and don’t go forgetting
That many who know say it’s a multi-verse.

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In losing you, I turned around
And looked for solace
Looked for peace

I looked at sunsets longer
And admired the colors
For about five minutes, then I got bored.

At the beach, I lingered nearer the shore
To feel the ocean spray on my face
And came home with tangled hair, I hated that.

I lit incense sticks
Let the smoke swirl around me
Then my allergies kicked in.

I walked the dog more often
Walked him longer
He hated that, he just wanted to go home.

I looked into people’s eyes
Instead of just looking at them
It creeped everyone out.

I went looking for answers
Spent hours surfing the Net
And got addicted to gaming.

I tried my hand at poetry
But since “love” doesn’t rhyme with much
I gave up on that kind of verse.

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Behold! Here are the darker shades of love
Here there is no harmony
Blanketed by the wings of a dove.

Here there is concentrated hate
Potently, poetically mixed
With this flagrant need to mate.

Here there is the desire to give pain
To hurt, to rent , to tear, to scratch
And then count every wound given a gain.

Here there is a roaring rage
I’m quite surprised
It’s not burning up this page!

Here there is the nothingness of grief
It was so little joy
Not even the memories bring relief.

Here is the rot of passion gone bad
Look closely and you will see
Beneath the mask, a face that is so sad.

Here is the madness that wants to kill
Shattered and shattering
A bitter destiny to fulfill.

Here is the dark moonless night of the heart
Alone, lonely shadow: it wanders in circles
Without an end, without a start.

We will leave it now with this, this our blessing,
And as we go away, we go away gently hoping
That it found some comfort in its anguished confessing.

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I love talking to you
When over one last drink, you tell me,
That love and beauty can’t be dissected
And I tell you thoughts are things.

Over my favorite bowl of soup
While you bemoan your Faustian failures
And I relate my endless despairs
I love talking to you.

I love talking to you
Over the last shared cigarette
Before we go to bed
And let sleep “knit up the raveled sleeve of care.”

Over endless cups of tea
While we separately investigate our universes
Sometimes going parallel, and sometimes clashing in the middle
I love talking to you.

I love talking to you
Whenever we meet again
After a day, a week, an hour
Whenever we find ourselves together again.

On the phone, on the Net
Whether it’s earth-shaking news
Or just a random shared fact
I love talking to you.

I’d rather be with you
Passionately arguing a small point of thought
Than with another more congenially-minded companion
Because the heart of the matter is, my dear,
That I love talking to you.

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My natal Uranus is sorely afflicted, you see
I understand why you can’t keep loving me

My hair’s messy and my mind’s always humming
So I don’t always hear the notes you’re strumming

I would like to be like you: safe and sound
But I can’t forget about the wonders to be found

At times, I can’t be earth-bound, I look to the sky
I’ve got to figure this thing out, answer every why

You don’t have to tell me, I know you’re leaving
And I maybe a wild ol’ Uranian, but I’m still grieving.

 

 

Note for myself: Written when the Moon was 22 degree of Aquarius.

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