Pisces And Universal Karma

She is not the only woman
who has scarred me up for life,
But, she is the only woman
who has done it with a knife.
I volunteered. I signed my name.
It couldn't have been abuse,
Upon my usual search for blame
I've found nary a single excuse.
All fall down.

~ fmp 5/9/09

I wrote the various paragraphs below to a member of the Thomas group this morning, and I'm publishing it here. That's because who I want to read it isn't there. At least I don't think they are, but I am certainly is:

"I'm looking at the ties-that-bind as being that of the Father and the 
Sun (son). In my opinion the father represents the past and the son 
represents the future. Literally. The son/Sun comes into being in Aries as the 
father/Saturn passes away in Libra, everyday, and it's probably blasphemy of some kind to screw with the process, but 
not undoable. Daylight Savings Time, for example.



"because of their indwelling dispassion and sentience." = rest and 
movement.



Blasphemy? It may be disrespectful to speak ill of the dead, but we do 
it here on the discussion list all the ti-me, and then curse the dead man's dead enemies to 
boot. What's done is done, and what's not done, yet, holds no mirror 
for blasphemy to look upon with askance.



I-am-is only has the specious present of continuous, ongoing atonement 
to satisfy it's urge to life, and if It looks back to Sodom (past/ 
rectum) or looks forward to Gomorrah (future/mouth), It turns into a 
pillar of salt and preys dolefully for rain. Whatta drag, man."

The Absolutions Of Pollux

You came my way
and thought you'd go,
but i saw yo' mind
and knew you'd gnow,
if I told you
the very truth
about myself
which is aloof
from worldly things.

I am a light
from very far
that gleams
with all the beauty
which we worship
in a star,
and is in day
the very night,
the shadow of
a very bright
daydream.

I'm here to show you
through the night,
and take you to
another light
that gleams alone
throughout the years
to give you hope
instead of fears
of dying.

And, when I quit
you'll want to cry.
You'll bow yo' head,
and wonder "Why?"
you spent yo' time
to sit and sigh,
While I was here
to satisfy...
yo' need for lying.

July, 1973
Edited: Today