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There are moments,
like right now,
where I'll revert to lies.
I'll avoid the truth, somehow.

I feel exhausted,
dead tired at the time,
when I feel,
I'm running out of time.

I am, of course,
it's plain to see,
for no matter the courage,
the future I see.

I won't drag my blanket,
it's not who I be.
I will stay strong to others,
it's what they'll expect of me.

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

Denizens of planet Earth typically watch meteor showers by looking up. But this remarkable view, captured on August 13, 2011 by astronaut Ron Garan, caught a Perseid meteor by looking down. From Garan's perspective on board the International Space Station orbiting at an altitude of about 380 kilometers, the Perseid meteors streak below, swept up dust from comet Swift-Tuttle. The vaporizing comet dust grains are traveling at about 60 kilometers per second through the denser atmosphere around 100 kilometers above Earth's surface. In this case, the foreshortened meteor flash is near frame center, below the curving limb of the Earth and a layer of greenish airglow, just below bright star Arcturus. Want to look up at a meteor shower? You're in luck, as the 2024 Perseid meteor shower is active now and predicted to peak near August 12. With interfering bright moonlight absent, this year you'll likely see many Perseid meteors under clear, dark skies after midnight.

Organizing was his thing,
and he wanted much more.
He'd have a Spring dance,
on the old forest floor.

Directing others,
into organized events,
out in the open air,
no need for tents.

Something happened
in that early Spring,
when the birds went quiet
and they wouldn't sing.

A sad time when this occurred,
but all in all,
things returned to happy times,
for he had taken control.

Control of others, for all,
upcoming, new events,
but this time,
he needed tents.

There is something strange,
when events begin to fail,
for you feel you are trapped
into a new mental jail.

Give up your power
for people you cannot control,
for what you see now,
is pure hyperbole.

Legendary is the word,
which was the way she looked.
Could of been on the center pages,
for the issue of Playbook.

Aside the trail,
near the Oak tree,
I could see my love,
waiting for me.

Near the path,
where she could avail,
of material to make,
a gossamer veil.

Her loveliness,
a vision of sun,
filled with perfection,
in the finest of one.

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

A Halley-type comet with an orbital period of about 133 years, Comet 109P/Swift-Tuttle is recognized as the parent of the annual Perseid Meteor Shower. The comet's last visit to the inner Solar System was in 1992. Then, it did not become easily visible to the naked eye, but it did become bright enough to see from most locations with binoculars and small telescopes. This stunning color image of Swift-Tuttle's greenish coma, long ion tail and dust tail was recorded using film on November 24, 1992. That was about 16 days after the large periodic comet's closest approach to Earth. Comet Swift-Tuttle is expected to next make an impressive appearance in night skies in 2126. Meanwhile, dusty cometary debris left along the orbit of Swift-Tuttle will continue to be swept up creating planet Earth's best-known July and August meteor shower.

Photo by Gerald Rhemann

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It's important today
or any day,
to put your house in order,
so your offspring won't have too.

When you are offering to help
and there is no response.
Should you pursue or abandon,
a good relationship?

It's not what I want to do.
It's an obligation, to help.
There is nothing, Nada, included.
A life's commitment will be that,

simply that, nothing more.
I want to aide someone in
these, my last days, of life.
Why is that so difficult?

When life,
goes awry.
When you're told,
you are about to die.

Not this instant,
but a few months from now.
Not the method,
nor the how.

How is your mind
supposed to process,
when the uncertainties,
of living under duress.

Should I have quit,
or give up the chase?
Not on my watch.
It's my life, not a race.