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NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

Yes, but have you ever experienced the Eagle Nebula with your ears ? The famous nebula, M16, is best known for the feast it gives your eyes, highlighting bright young stars forming deep inside dark towering structures. These light-years long columns of cold gas and dust are some 6,500 light-years distant toward the constellation of the Serpent (Serpens). Sculpted and eroded by the energetic ultraviolet light and powerful winds from M16's cluster of massive stars, the cosmic pillars themselves are destined for destruction. But the turbulent environment of star formation within M16, whose spectacular details are captured in this combined Hubble (visible) and Chandra (X-ray) image, is likely similar to the environment that formed our own Sun. In the featured video, listen for stars and dust sounding off as the line of sonification moves left to right, with vertical position determining pitch.

Have I seen you around?
Have you been here before?
May I walk you home?
Could we just explore,
Talking of the times
And things we adore.
Would you have dinner with me
So we can talk and see
If we are compatible and
Have the same love,
Or is our meeting
Just a passing love?
It must be difficult,
During a time like this
For there will be no hugging
And most certainly, No Kiss.

She sees but cannot see.
She hears but cannot hear.
She questions, asking to be,
Saying, "What's wrong with me?"
I say without remand,
"Your mind has no command.
Your thoughts do not connect,
I am here to protect,
from what you cannot see;
From what you cannot hear,
for all this life's eternity."

My mind is quite strong,
so I've been told.
Sometimes when I write
words come out cold.
Why is that, you may say?
I'm uncertain my mood
and thoughts get in the way.
Some words are quite soft,
while others, harsh and hard.
It matters not their origins,
or if they're dirt in the yard.

It is 4:30 AM.
I hear the rain,
hitting the roof,
loud it's refrain.
A relaxing sound,
when you're inside,
but if you are out,
with no place to hide
or seek shelter from
the wind and rain
which soaks every thing
large or small.

There is a saying,
I hear my head rattle,
were up the creek,
with out a paddle.
So, I am saying this to you.
Everyone should vote,
I'm voting Blue.

Where did you go? I would say,
tell me please, when you go away.
You disappear from here in
this week of gloom,
although you sit with me,
in the same room.
An escape for you from
your own mind.
A place of solitude where
people are kind.
Please talk to me now,
for you know,
I want you near me,
until I must go.

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

Triple star system GW Orionis appears to demonstrate that planets can form and orbit in multiple planes. In contrast, all the planets and moons in our Solar System orbit in nearly the same plane. The picturesque system has three prominent stars, a warped disk, and inner tilted rings of gas and grit. The featured animation characterizes the GW Ori system from observations with the European Southern Observatory's VLT and ALMA telescopes in Chile. The first part of the illustrative video shows a grand vista of the entire system from a distant orbit, while the second sequence takes you inside the tilted rings to resolve the three central co-orbiting stars. Computer simulations indicate that multiple stars in systems like GW Ori could warp and break-up disks into unaligned, exoplanet-forming rings.

Hang on tight, for the fight is on.
It will be full of lies an innuendos.
The words, selected by a committees choice,
May let you see the Emperor's new clothes.
The outcome will be sadness and rejoice,
But remember, I say to all of you,
My vote of choice; a shade of Blue.

A long dark night into day,
I worry for American every way.

The streets are wet.
So are my feet.
My rain jacket,
is quite neat.
It keeps the rain
off of my back,
but my pant legs
are now quite damp.

I tire of doing this writing craft,
for in my life, I am feeling daft.
Daft in the head, we would say;
It's the way I feel, every day.
Perhaps it's because words cause me pain.
Wishing to do better and not complain.
I tire of words, from the dirt,
for when I write them, they hurt.
Hurt others I care so much about,
for I want to scream and shout,
"Enough, enough, is what I say,
there's hate in this Country, every day."