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When your courage has weakened,
your morals are thin,
be very careful,
No Mortal Sin.

Those lazy, hazy,
days of summer,
will soon appear,
6\21, Summer Solstice is here.

A loss of life,
through self-abuse.
What is the price?
What was your excuse?

I miss you more,
every waking day.
You were the youngest,
yet you went away.

My youngest brother,
remembering when,
we went to the Naneum,
I was your oldest friend.

You left a void,
in your children's lives.
Gone too early.
It was no surprise.

The slow descent into darkness.
A journey of a declining mind.
Thoughts, our memories
are now only mine.

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

There is no sea on Earth large enough to contain the Shark nebula. This predator apparition poses us no danger as it is composed only of interstellar gas and dust. Dark dust like that featured here is somewhat like cigarette smoke and created in the cool atmospheres of giant stars. After being expelled with gas and gravitationally recondensing, massive stars may carve intricate structures into their birth cloud using their high energy light and fast stellar winds as sculpting tools. The heat they generate evaporates the murky molecular cloud as well as causing ambient hydrogen gas to disperse and glow red. During disintegration, we humans can enjoy imagining these great clouds as common icons, like we do for water clouds on Earth. Including smaller dust nebulae such as Lynds Dark Nebula 1235 and Van den Bergh 149 & 150, the Shark nebula spans about 15 light years and lies about 650 light years away toward the constellation of the King of Aethiopia (Cepheus).

Photo by Stephen Kennedy

Alone am I,
sitting in my room.
An unhappy place,
sadness and gloom.

Out to the Courtyard,
bathed in Sun,
with little shade,
it's a lot of fun.

Purchased some plants,
to brighten the Courtyard.
Now filling the pots,
with soil and plants. Not bad.

For all the joys, you are.
For all the love you bring,
my soul burns brightly
of your virtues, I'll sing.

Alone is the traveler,
lonely is the star,
he follows,
to find where you are.

Following his heart,
over many byways,
into the wild terrain,
on life's highways.

His journey continues,
by plane, train or car,
until the end,
finding where you are.

Be quiet now,
your fickle heart,
sharing your love
with another soul.

You must decide,
who to choose
or you may,
your love, lose.

White, rushing water,
over moss covered stones.
Hurrying, pushing into
downhill, narrowed,
moss covered walls,
under fallen trees,
into a pool
of calming, flat,
mirrored water.

Over before it started.
Waves, crashing the shore.
Salty spray fills the air.
I love the smell of the sea,
and the echoing calls of the gulls.
I need more.