Poems About Astrology Seeking Honest Critique
#astrology
Gemini Moon
if you ever kissed me i think i'd faint
if you said you love me i'd say i know
if i never saw you again i wouldn't be surprised
if you said you love me i'd say i know
if i never saw you again i wouldn't be surprised
#love
#friendship
#astrology
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Stardate# d34thbutpr0n0unc3n3d"nasa"
Its cold
I know and im sorry
But i been drifting away
With no one to save me.
My oxygen tank is failing
im sure thr boys in boca chica will save me
Figure out a ingenious way
Red greening the fuck out of it
(Nasa mission control rool falls silent eyes looked back scanning for the general who loweref his gaze with a feel of defeat and gave the nod that would sign the astronauts sentence of death in the cold vacuum of space a micro meteorite ,
Like a world ending proportions punched though his...
I know and im sorry
But i been drifting away
With no one to save me.
My oxygen tank is failing
im sure thr boys in boca chica will save me
Figure out a ingenious way
Red greening the fuck out of it
(Nasa mission control rool falls silent eyes looked back scanning for the general who loweref his gaze with a feel of defeat and gave the nod that would sign the astronauts sentence of death in the cold vacuum of space a micro meteorite ,
Like a world ending proportions punched though his...
#death
#astrology
#astronomy
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Humbling Grace…
Antiquated age before humbled grace
Is knowing the difference between
Knowledge and Wisdom
One seeks it and the other grows into it
Only the proclamation of vanity has neither
Is knowing the difference between
Knowledge and Wisdom
One seeks it and the other grows into it
Only the proclamation of vanity has neither
#astrology
#vanity
#meditation #wisdom
#meditation #wisdom
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Patient Zer0
Time stamped & marked
Interwoven intricacies -
This captured monogram
Of value stands still,
Like the beginning.
Standing celestial, still,
The air over there -
Enveloped expanding,
Meeting with the minds,
Blood brain barrier
Inferior, to lock pick
Free radical, influencers,
Ordained by pain -
Or something in this vein.
Pulsating beacon -
Frequencies a constant,
Across horizons
Of every type & kind,
Embedded in the mind,
This archetype
Remakes...
Interwoven intricacies -
This captured monogram
Of value stands still,
Like the beginning.
Standing celestial, still,
The air over there -
Enveloped expanding,
Meeting with the minds,
Blood brain barrier
Inferior, to lock pick
Free radical, influencers,
Ordained by pain -
Or something in this vein.
Pulsating beacon -
Frequencies a constant,
Across horizons
Of every type & kind,
Embedded in the mind,
This archetype
Remakes...
#astrology
#mythology
#philosophical
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Dine With 69
Come on in while I gradually dim the lights
Gonna make this be one memorable night
Here before your sight is some chilled wine
A table illumed by candles where we will dine
I'll bring the six while you bring the nine
As we both contort into my zodiac sign
Gonna make this be one memorable night
Here before your sight is some chilled wine
A table illumed by candles where we will dine
I'll bring the six while you bring the nine
As we both contort into my zodiac sign
#sex
#astrology
#sensual
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Ill Fated Lovers
Like a rush gone straight to the head,
Your lips crush mine in a heated frenzy,
Consuming me in a blaze.
In this, I rise and dissipate
Like smoke signals reaching to touch a moonlit sky,
Even on nights where we walk solo.
Split realities that rip into one another
When paths cross
Cannot make a home of each other—
I am an earthquake and you are a tsunami,
And our chaotic love notes are best left
As dust and mist
That will fade back into the core of us
As the destruction left in our wake
Becomes nothing but a fading...
Your lips crush mine in a heated frenzy,
Consuming me in a blaze.
In this, I rise and dissipate
Like smoke signals reaching to touch a moonlit sky,
Even on nights where we walk solo.
Split realities that rip into one another
When paths cross
Cannot make a home of each other—
I am an earthquake and you are a tsunami,
And our chaotic love notes are best left
As dust and mist
That will fade back into the core of us
As the destruction left in our wake
Becomes nothing but a fading...
#love
#lust
#astrology
#lover
#passion
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I Labyrinth
I love a good puzzle of me
Labyrinthine
Twists & Turns
Turns & Twists
Twisting & Turning
Turning & Twisting
Just to see what I mean
Do you know what I mean?
And what I find or found
Did not fail to astound
Abase or abound
All things lead to wings.
Labyrinthine
Twists & Turns
Turns & Twists
Twisting & Turning
Turning & Twisting
Just to see what I mean
Do you know what I mean?
And what I find or found
Did not fail to astound
Abase or abound
All things lead to wings.
#astrology
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FISH RAM
#strength
#inspirational
#universe
#astrology
#emotions
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Stellar Conjunction
As we looked and thoughts upwards drift.
Expanding in unarranged elasticity
and the cosmos answered back.
The planetarium behind our doubts
astrology a map written on the empty hand.
Forces twinkle, the light still waits to land
Times bend of relativity, our hearts so seek
some conjunction beyond our reach.
The lamp, for all hopes benefits
soothsayer, what is its meaning?
has the day foretold, now come.
Singing in the heavens , quiet overtures
a hierarchy of good tidings.
The orbits of expectations thrown like seeds...
Expanding in unarranged elasticity
and the cosmos answered back.
The planetarium behind our doubts
astrology a map written on the empty hand.
Forces twinkle, the light still waits to land
Times bend of relativity, our hearts so seek
some conjunction beyond our reach.
The lamp, for all hopes benefits
soothsayer, what is its meaning?
has the day foretold, now come.
Singing in the heavens , quiet overtures
a hierarchy of good tidings.
The orbits of expectations thrown like seeds...
#universe
#stars
#astrology
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Love Poem on Theme by Whitman
3
God met my three faces at a crossroad grist mill,
wind pouring from a single nostril.
If a Ghost is Holy,
it must be alone in a space devoid,
of thought,
where being is fuselage,
in a triage of acceptable loss,
in light pouring aimless,
through a cracked window kaleidoscope,
pacing the room in ambling amputations,
in gaze lowered softly,
to the cradling grave,
where Whitman and Ginsberg,
and everyone,
have finally come,
and accepted one another.
It must be love.
Will you answer...
God met my three faces at a crossroad grist mill,
wind pouring from a single nostril.
If a Ghost is Holy,
it must be alone in a space devoid,
of thought,
where being is fuselage,
in a triage of acceptable loss,
in light pouring aimless,
through a cracked window kaleidoscope,
pacing the room in ambling amputations,
in gaze lowered softly,
to the cradling grave,
where Whitman and Ginsberg,
and everyone,
have finally come,
and accepted one another.
It must be love.
Will you answer...
#love
#loneliness
#sex
#astrology
#FreeVerse
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Tele'vized In Outer Space
Such sublime time a'front of
con
temporary Television.
(is it
even called
Television
anymore ?
Flatscreen huge. High de fin it ion
a'bouncin'round
satellites
Way'way (a'ways) out there
O, take me back to yester-year(s) of
Tel-Star &
...
con
temporary Television.
(is it
even called
Television
anymore ?
Flatscreen huge. High de fin it ion
a'bouncin'round
satellites
Way'way (a'ways) out there
O, take me back to yester-year(s) of
Tel-Star &
...
#earth
#universe
#astrology
#astronomy
#aliens
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Secrets
I like having secrets. I hold them close.
But not as weapons of power and control.
To hang them over one's head would be a betrayal of trust.
So I hold them inside of my own head and heart.
They dig down deep inside of me like shovels removing earth...
Getting deeper with each shovelful of Self I remove.
Such plutonian ways are often misunderstood.
When reaching the core means reaching the Divine.
But not as weapons of power and control.
To hang them over one's head would be a betrayal of trust.
So I hold them inside of my own head and heart.
They dig down deep inside of me like shovels removing earth...
Getting deeper with each shovelful of Self I remove.
Such plutonian ways are often misunderstood.
When reaching the core means reaching the Divine.
#shadows
#astrology
#spiritual #evolution
#spiritual #evolution
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