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Come forth the morning,
I tire of the night.
Looking for the brightness
to this gloomiest night.

He was tall.
He was thin.
A skeletal man,
who still smoked,
using Bull Durham
and roll your
own papers.
Lay out the paper,
making a slight crease,
pour in the tobacco,
roll into a tube.
Lick the last edge,
to seal the fag.
Twist both ends,
put into the bag.
Take one cigarette,
you rolled on your own.
Strike a wooden match
on the seat
of your pants.
Light up the joint,
taking a big drag,
for this is
your reward,
a carcinogen fog.

When a large mass
is also a morass,
does it mean,
we are breaking apart:
How else your disdain,
over the rockiest path,
has torn a hole in my heart.
What else can I do,
when caring for those,
who come here, in part?
Who is to say, on this day
or even next week,
when you weren't here at the start.

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

Stars are forming in Lynds Dark Nebula (LDN) 1251. About 1,000 light-years away and drifting above the plane of our Milky Way galaxy, the dusty molecular cloud is part of a complex of dark nebulae mapped toward the Cepheus flare region. Across the spectrum, astronomical explorations of the obscuring interstellar clouds reveal energetic shocks and outflows associated with newborn stars, including the telltale reddish glow from scattered Herbig-Haro objects hiding in the image. Distant background galaxies also lurk on the scene, almost buried behind the dusty expanse. This alluring view spans over two full moons on the sky, or 17 light-years at the estimated distance of LDN 1251.

Photo by Cristiano Gualco

I don't want it to be over.
I don't wish it to end,
for most of my life,
she was my very best friend.

Give me a number
which is in your head,
and I will write
somethng different, instead
of the usual stuff.
It may be smooth but
it also may be rough.
Something new for me
if you will play,
this foolish game with me.

Where has the time gone?
Where did it go?
One moment we're kids,
with no place to go.
Now looking back,
in a reflective way,
what once was morning,
is now the end of the day.
Soon all of the darkness
will descend on we.
Good Lord I am hungry,
what is happening to me?

Send me a letter,
write down the words.
Brighten the paper,
with your writing,
on Birthday cards.
Electonics are fine,
for so many things,
but they won't
provide the joy
a card will bring.

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

On Saturn, the rings tell you the season. On Earth, Wednesday marks an equinox, the time when the Earth's equator tilts directly toward the Sun. Since Saturn's grand rings orbit along the planet's equator, these rings appear most prominent -- from the direction of the Sun -- when the spin axis of Saturn points toward the Sun. Conversely, when Saturn's spin axis points to the side, an equinox occurs and the edge-on rings are hard to see from not only the Sun -- but Earth. In the featured montage, images of Saturn between the years of 2004 and 2015 have been superposed to show the giant planet passing from southern summer toward northern summer. Saturn was as close as it can get to planet Earth last month, and this month the ringed giant is still bright and visible throughout much of the night

Photo by Damian Peach

Our vessel, our ship,
is moored at a dock.
I need to pick up
the ship's mail.
I hike down the pier
and when I arrive
at the end, I use the
phone there to call
my escort. They arrive
in a jeep and take
me to another pier,
where I board
a small boat. The trip
is short, to another
small island in the
Enewietok Atoll.
I go to the FPO,
pick up the ship's mail,
head back to the boat,
climb aboard and
return to my friends,
who give me a ride
to the piers very end.
Down to the ship,
sort out the mail,
then have Mail Call.
Only a few men receive mail,
they are the lucky ones.
I look for a letter,
coming here, from you.

What is the sound
of lonely?
Why do we seek
company,
then try to be
alone?
The sound of words,
is why I am
attracted to you.
A tone in the sound
of a voice,
will bring happiness
and you will rejoice,
while you still hear,
the sound of a
whisper, in your ear.

I was a runner,
many years ago,
then I was a jogger,
not a run, just slow.
Than I became a walker,
in my "Running" shoes,
for I'm walking for health,
I have weight I can lose.
I no longer walk,
just go up and down stairs.
It's better than nothing,
of that I am aware.