7 dec 2011 > 21/12/3 > Universe/Hangeone/Empress
As you stand at the Open portal of your life, What do you see?
How is your perspective on life only a little piece of the whole truth?
How will you nurture your creativity today?
The WR is quiet and cold. I have a cold and would like a quiet day. Work calls, coiffing must be done and the possibility of bringing in another hairdresser after my other possibility went away, is on the horizon. May the sun beam down on me today if it indeed he shows his shiny face through the clouds. t
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It’s all over his brain like buckshot spatter
He didn’t know. He didn’t know
It traveled lightening fast from that spot
That spot on his lung That spot on his lung
That didn’t seem to be much of anything
Nothing at all A little quick surgery
To that nothing at all that is all over his brain
Now. Spattered like buckshot all over his brain
Our blood mingles familiarly sibling style
I don’t know him. I hardly know him at all
The same roof did not bring us close not close
At all in the growing up in the together
I don’t know him much and now his brain
His brain is melting in the spatter of it
Only the cancer knows now how it hungers
Hungers to take another life his life my brother
Childhood roars up it’s historic dragon head
Belches the fire of way back then, way back then
When living hurt and laughed and tosses you
Tosses you rag doll style into the mouth of the dragon
Brother and sister separate together under the same roof
The same roof with the dragon and the clown and the
not knowing each other and the never really will
The never really will brings you together when the reaper calls.
He didn’t know and now he does. now he does
I didn’t know and now I do.