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From out the night, sprang forth,
a terrible person, an ugly event.
Why would you want to visit there,
when you had to live in a tent?

Tent living, is not so bad, someone,
decided, it was the best way.
He pitched his tent, a storm approached,
and blew this poor, unprepared man away.

When you live like a Nomad,
while traveling this World, broad,
you may encounter adversarial
people while you travel the road.

Women to the left of me,
women to the right.
I am in a state of
what's wrong or what's right.

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

What's happening in the core of the Carina Nebula? Stars are forming, dying, and leaving an impressive tapestry of dark dusty filaments. The entire Carina Nebula, cataloged as NGC 3372, spans over 300 light years and lies about 8,500 light-years away in the constellation of Carina. The nebula is composed predominantly of hydrogen gas, which emits the pervasive red and orange glows seen mostly in the center of this highly detailed featured image. The blue glow around the edges is created primarily by a trace amount of glowing oxygen. Young and massive stars located in the nebula's center expel dust when they explode in supernovas. Eta Carinae, the most energetic star in the nebula's center, was one of the brightest stars in the sky in the 1830s, but then faded dramatically. Your Sky Surprise: What picture did APOD feature on your birthday? (post 1995)

Photo by Carlos Taylor

Hope springs eternal,
this, everyone knows.
Why do we cry when,
someone goes?

Must we hold on,
during this process of life,
when death is present,
creating personal strife?

I wish I knew,
I most certainly do,
when it involves someone
so familiar, like you.

What in the World,
has happened to you?
Your emotions, stretched thin,
like a map to Honshu.

A map of a Nation,
Honshu, a beautiful place.
A place of wellbeing,
among a Japanese race.

I remember Japan,
from my Navy days,
when I was a young man,
of 20 years and 265 days.

Words would come,
Words would go.
Now words are stalled,
No longer they flow.

Pushing the word,
into a writing flow,
if they exist,
I don't know.

How can you lose,
a word like "cool",
when you have become,
a real old fool?

A fool in the morning,
a fool in love.
I can be the same fool,
when viewed from above.

I want to be loved,
as I used to be.
I know my beloved,
would want that for me.

But here I sit,
like an idiotic dip,
wondering if I could
make such a trip.

The love of a woman,
pushes through,
a personal conflict,
of what to do.

There is no rhyme,
or reason to,
allow these feeling,
to confuse you.

Yet, here I sit,
all confused,
without a reason,
for what I do,

except to say,
to you and yours.
No matter what,
I still love you.

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

Stars are forming in the gigantic dust pillar called the Cone Nebula. Cones, pillars, and majestic flowing shapes abound in stellar nurseries where natal clouds of gas and dust are buffeted by energetic winds from newborn stars. The Cone Nebula, a well-known example, lies within the bright galactic star-forming region NGC 2264. The Cone was captured in unprecedented detail in this close-up composite of several observations from the Earth-orbiting Hubble Space Telescope. While the Cone Nebula, about 2,500 light-years away in Monoceros, is around 7 light-years long, the region pictured here surrounding the cone's blunted head is a mere 2.5 light-years across. In our neck of the galaxy that distance is just over half way from our Sun to its nearest stellar neighbors in the Alpha Centauri star system. The massive star NGC 2264 IRS, seen by Hubble's infrared camera in 1997, is the likely source of the wind sculpting the Cone Nebula and lies off the top of the image. The Cone Nebula's reddish veil is produced by dust and glowing hydrogen gas.

A range of emotions,
is what is found,
when regarding change,
to the environment, around.

Would you stay in place,
wherever you go,
or try to move forward?
I'm not sure I know.

Early Sun,
a dappled, grey sky.
I think of Spring,
a new beginning to try.

Trying to move forward,
hard as it may be.
It's what I'd want,
if I was thee.