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Somethings not right,
Something is wrong,
my emotional state,
is running strong.

Sadness creeps within,
my Soul is so alone,
I can't seem to control,
until it's over and done.

Happy birthday to you,
my sweet little friend, Grace.
I would love to see you,
and your pretty face.

And so, it was,
when first we met.
A quiet place,
like a movie set.

You were sweet,
liking to smile
and those eyes,
oh, could they beguile.

When memories arise,
as we think about,
all the things which happened,
when we would whisper or shout.

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

Dark markings and bright nebulae in this telescopic southern sky view are telltale signs of young stars and active star formation. They lie a mere 650 light-years away, at the boundary of the local bubble and the Chamaeleon molecular cloud complex. Regions with young stars identified as dusty reflection nebulae from the 1946 Cederblad catalog include the C-shaped Ced 110 just above and right of center, and bluish Ced 111 below it. Also a standout in the frame, the orange tinted V-shape of the Chamaeleon Infrared Nebula (Cha IRN) was carved by material streaming from a newly formed low-mass star. The well-composed image spans 1.5 degrees. That's about 17 light-years at the estimated distance of the nearby Chamaeleon I molecular cloud.

Photo by Amiel Contuliano

Writing in the wee hours,
of the morning time,
was a way of clearing my mind.
of thoughts of useless rhyme.

When the words,
you use, get in the way,
and all you can utter is,
have a nice day.

Has communication by chance
slipped away?
What other ways to
announce, you're going to stay?

Unfettered,
Un reigned,
can you control,
Natures rain.

Memorial Day honors all service members who lost their lives while in service to the United States, during peace and war. It is a time to reflect on those who made the ultimate sacrifice for our country.

            Immortality

   Do not stand 
        By my grave, and weep.
   I am not there,
       I do not sleep—
I am the thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints in snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle, autumn rain.
As you awake with morning’s hush,
I am the swift, up-flinging rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight,
I am the day transcending night.
    Do not stand
        By my grave, and cry—
     I am not there,
          I did not die.

Poem by Clare Harner, The Gypsy, December 1934 (page 16). The poem is often attributed to anonymous or incorrect sources. Read more about Memorial day:  U.S. Department of Veterans Affairs   -   National Museum of American History

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

What's happened to our Sun? Nothing very unusual -- it just threw a filament. Toward the middle of 2012, a long standing solar filament suddenly erupted into space, producing an energetic coronal mass ejection (CME). The filament had been held up for days by the Sun's ever changing magnetic field and the timing of the eruption was unexpected. Watched closely by the Sun-orbiting Solar Dynamics Observatory, the resulting explosion shot electrons and ions into the Solar System, some of which arrived at Earth three days later and impacted Earth's magnetosphere, causing visible auroras. Loops of plasma surrounding the active region can be seen above the erupting filament in the featured ultraviolet image. Our Sun is nearing the most active time in its 11-year cycle, creating many coronal holes that allow for the ejection of charged particles into space. As before, these charged particles can create auroras. Your Sky Surprise: What picture did APOD feature on your birthday? (post 1995)

There's nothing in these words,
except to explain,
or stay in front of you,
and wipe the slate clean.

Do not say never,
when I tell you of the love I bring.
Tempt me not, with water sweet,
until I kneel and present a ring.

Trying to upend, Natures Love,
until once again,
you no longer care for me.
Don't you understand my pain?

I am merely a man,
lost and alone, without you.
Won't you please, help,
me with what I need to do.

The Heart is an organ,
with a remarkable ability
to heal, after being broken
into pieces of futility.