" I want to live, I want to give I've been a miner for a heart of gold.
It's these expressions I never give That keep me searching for a heart of gold And I'm getting old.
Keeps me searching for a heart of gold And I'm getting old. " Neil Young
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I awakened fresh and revitilised, after a night's slumbers knocking on heaven's door
to the East of Earth, I viewed Leonid's shower of meteorites,
as they rained across the celestial skies, like astral geese in flight
I thumbed open my journal again, and mused on the mystery of love
that heady concoction we all seek, and seldom find
you can look upon Venus and Mars in elliptical orbits
getting ever closer, but still colossal miles apart
you think you have found the perfect partner
to discover in the end, that pearl has lost its lustre
gravity holds me to the ground, and infatuation spawns a myriad effect
you will know the difference, when your head comes down from the clouds
in the midst of marriage or a loving relationship, you can still feel the pangs of loneliness
there is no way the cup is ever full, you're fooling yourself if you think otherwise
because this is only a fleeting existence, twixt the temporal and illusory realms
I plot a course for Pluto on reverse polarity engines
skipping over the electromagnetic fields, I view your disconcert now
a father's love is invaluable, as any daughter will tell you
and a mother's love is inestimable, your son knows that now
everything else is artificial, built on irregular lines
you try to work out all the pieces, but the jigsaw refuses to fit
no one is prepared to sacrifice it all
they all have limitations, demarcation zones they build
you break through all the walls, to find there's another one yet
I pour another cup of coffee, and breath in the essence
one million miles from mother earth, tis a landmark on the course
so listen closely my friend, and partake if you wish
you can have all my dollars, they don't mean a thing to me
for I have the antidote, for all your aches and pains
I'll show you how to thrive , and defy the gravitational pull
drop by my den tomorrow, and I will show you, the real you
Copyright by Peter Paton 2006
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The first installment was beautifully penned inspiration; the second, even more so--absolutely, I'll be waiting for the third! These are your best poems to date (and you pen a lot of bests). BRAVO!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Take care,
Sherry
Ron
Birgit and Roger
Paul Fisher invented the remarkable pen taken to the moon. He saw a need for a ball-point pen that could write on the ceiling, upside down, over grease, and underwater. It had never been done! He spent a million dollars and months of time trying to make a breakthrough. At three o'clock in the morning, he awoke with the secret that made the invention possible. The Fisher pen was taken to the moon. It met NASA'S requirements for a leakproof, longer-life-span, gravity-free-flowing instrument for writing in outer space! Love the line "like astral geese in flight." It goes well on the same page with my Goose of a Different Color.
Sage
Love Tinka
Very sadly often the case with the creature known as Man.
Journey on, Sage Astronaut!
twixt the temporal and illusory realms"
Another excellent trip Peter! Thanks for taking us with you!
eT
Oh our children and those we care about stand so strong on the outside of all our knowledge and never know how bad it hurts us for them to feel the pains of life.
Lots to ponder here in this write..hope all is well.
Lisa