I have come to love horrorscopes. I love them for several reasons, including that they can make some people puff with superiority so quickly. Yes, apparently some are too good for some good old fashioned fun with the stars and the moons and the Neptune in the rising sector of Uranus.
Years ago I found these and have read them every week since. I love them. 😀 And I read this weeks over and over and over! Happy Valentimes to all!
Lots of Love,
“This Valentine season, meditate on the relentlessness of your yearning for love. Recognize the fact that your eternal longing will never leave you in peace. Accept that it will forever delight you, torment you, inspire you, and bewilder you — whether you are alone or in the throes of a complicated relationship. Understand that your desire for love will just keep coming and coming and coming, keeping you slightly off-balance and pushing you to constantly revise your ideas about who you are. Now read this declaration from the poet Rilke and claim it as your own: “My blood is alive with many voices that tell me I am made of longing.”
Also I learned Rilke from this! Never knew before! Here’s a link to his poems.
three horn kee board, gee tar drummin jazz men
had him whistlin, whole way home
They were talking of books
And I was tired of books
Tired of cooking
Of being clever
Of wearing the right shoes
With the right outfits
Tired of the right places
And the right drinks
With the right people
Tired of it all
They were on to Brasil
“This time of year”
Oh have you been and how I must go
I hadn’t been
and would probably never go
Or read it
Or buy that right bag
Did they ever tire
of the one-up-man’s ship?
or were they infinitely energized
by the competition
of building their travel resumes
so I can say “impressive”
when they hand it to me on the right beach
I want to drink Budweiser
And listen to muzak
While shooting peanut shells
Into a makeshift goal
“score” I’ll say and they’ll laugh
and ask, “have you ever played handball
And I’ll say no again.
-Aug 14, 2008
Nov 14, 2008
In the kitchen I feel like things can happen
It’s a deep red and a federal blue
I added the stars
After Obama on Tuesday
My horrorscope tells me it’s time to see signs
I used to see them all the time but then my more rational side won
There’s no such things as signs, he said
And then he spilled his drink
I remember this from two years ago
A little over two and a half if I was counting.
I live across from the church now. they’re reformed.
According to my feng sui
It’s in the quadrant of my life path
Shit. I thought I’d just go regular ‘ol lady, not religious ‘ol lady
I stopped baking two years ago
It’s good for my ego
All makes sense in the stars
If the sun is happiness
and rain is the tears
somewhere in the middle is the rainbow
Is it always there?
between a sunny joyful afternoon
and a quiet lonely rain
It’s what’s most in life
the moments in between
the happy and the sad
the colors of daily life.
And only sometimes
can you catch a glimpse of
its sweet and plain