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aroundabout and neither here nor there.

sometimes i don’t know what to believe.
mushrooms taught me that Anything is possible and i truly believe that.
but that doesn’t mean that everything is probable.
things that are beyond our comprehension are still tangible in thought and dream.
let’s look at astrology.

i never used to believe in astrology, i believe a lot of things spiritually that matter in materiality but astrology? surely the planets and stars and moons alignment as seen from this muddy planet are coincidental.
i still believe that; which leaves me with a problem.
when my brother was in prison ( the first time) he told me of a book that confused him.
johnathon cainers guide to astrology. picture sample above is of the moon chart for december’79.
i was confused and enlightened.
astrology is frowned upon by Christianity yet the three wise men followed a mystical star 😉
most people in the old days would have had a reading at their child’s birth.

i understand it as follows;
your starsign is pretty much what people perceive of you, that’s why Mystic Meg can be so general in her newspaper astrology.
your moonsign, a lot harder to find out unless you know your time of birth, a lot less general than just which month, is more about your inner you, the signs mean the same, such as gemini stereotypes in the moon chart can be more fickle or double edged than their sunsign counterparts.

pair your sun and moon signs to get a more detailed version, for instance my sunsign is Saggi, my moon is Gemi, (EightLeggedGemini) both never really finish what they start, put them together and that makes me a lazy bastard. thanks alot astrology.
bastard thing. i don’t believe it but it tells me about myself as if it’s spying on me

there’s ya venus n mars signs aswell but blah blah blah, it was a good read when i read it.
i was mainly interested in the moon stuff 🙂
PS. did you notice that”neither here nor there” is a double negative that sounds pretty cool.

77. Gemini Moon. (new)

during the last hours of the final waxing moon of that decade.
less than a day from the fullness of it’s presence.
the gemini moon. as the sun ran with sagitarius.
these secret twins, am i allowed to change my mind?
this horse that wins, if fresh grass he finds.
the weighing scales say’d the same as the time on the wall in the maternity hall.
“those doctors told me that you would be backwards, i knew they were wrong”
if only you knew the truth, it doesn’t help nor sooth. let’s write a record in the insanity booth.

68. walks in dreams

Have you seen the sort that walks in dreams
Forever walking, always screams, never talking
He cries the pain of the knowing with deep foreboding
He cries at the sky for most of the night
Vanishing outta sight before first light
Only to return at the next full moon
He had left his loved ones far too soon
Not knowing now what next to do
He rises from his heap of rust, every dusk
To continue his quest
His search won’t stop ’til he can rest
Can’t take a break to eat for his body forever sleeps
Since his car hit the bar blocking the way
Protecting the church for their pray day.

60. worker bee

i feel contained, and yet free
we are slaves, worker bees
i wanna be a nomad
wander this earth
jump on my board
and ride the surf
but it all takes money
of which i have not got
i have no change in the penny pot
wake up eat go to work go to sleep
wake up eat go to work get some sleep
i’m throwin myself overboard
danglin’ on a chord
i am not what i thought
i thought i was me
i am a nobody

Whispering female: “nobody’s perfect.”

53. Self Doubt & The Song Of The Singer

This tail ‘tween my legs
annoys you like a dog that begs
lonesome dog
hear the howling wolf in me
whining for a bitch on heat
can’t sit still with wandering feet
i’m a lonesome dog
she returns my lonesome call
from behind her garden wall
i can see her master’s tall
i’m a lonesome dog.

i stare at the walls i stare at my floor
my furniture and kitchen door

sometime, i screamed at the sky
asking God why do i do these things
that bring pain, the sky fell with rain
and the wind fell silent with
omens of demons that i tried to hide from myself

“roll up roll up ‘n’ gather round if you can
here he comes with another masterplan
watch him work his wonders if he will
running in rondels around the mill”

feel like a fraud.
am not what i thought.
thought i was me.
or maybe i am,
unless it’s a scam.

“are you scared of what you’ve wrote?”
i don’t wanna think, get me off this boat

i wish i had the courage of my conviction
to live my life without contradiction