Galaxy

ok, so the Aztecs basically invented the calendar, and I believe the number Zero as well, or perhaps that was the Mayans, they were both pretty remarkable. We use the calendar everyday, well I don't everyday, which is why I often forget what day it is and what date of the year. I get trapped in the rutine of school and work and have to look at the calendar to remind me that I do indeed have stuff coming up in other days that I need to be aware of. I wish I didn't have to do that, I wish I could just live in one day and not worry about what is coming in the next. After all, we never know if there is going to be a next day. I wonder if the Aztecs had never come up with the calendar if we would all just live in one day? Well, there's the Chinese calendar, so maybe not. I guess having days isn't so bad. When one bad day comes, it is comforting to know that the next day you get to start over.

Anyways, I was recently told that the Aztecs only made their calendar go up to December 21, 2012. I wonder if they thought the world was going to end on that day....hum. Well December 21st happens to be my birthday. It is also the winter solstice and the shortest day of the year. My brother's birthday is June 21st, which is the summer solstice and you guessed it, the longest day of the year. He likes to taunt me about it. I was told by my cousin's lovey wife, that the solstice birthdays are suppose to be magical. My bro and I were both prematurely born by months; my mom was healthy with us and everything, but she had a thing that made her body not like us. (We turned out fine though) just some extra time for mother and baby in the hospital. Ok getting off track again. I think that we were born on those magical days for a reason and since I have always been interested in astrology, I wrote this lyrical poem called Galaxy. It has to do with the now and what my horoscope may be in the future.


You say you want to be my rock, but I'm already stable
I'm looking for emotional and love brought to the table
someone who's not afraid to be themselves and break it out and dance
a fella who is creative and looking for romance
I'll give a chance to anyone who fits that bill, but sorry boy you don't
you can try and try and try and try, but if that's not you then you won't
Cuz you don't see the inside girl, you only see the reflection of the world
I'm ruled by Jupiter, but it's so far away
I want to bring her close to me, but in space is where she'll stay
unless I hitch a ride with an astronaut and climb inside to see
or find a lover who can build and rocket just for me
we'll have tea and scones as we watch Earth glow bright
and since you build me a rocket, you'll get a giant kiss good night
we're out of sight, quite literally, because we're in outerspace
I want to say how I fancy you, you probably know, but just incase
Oh wait! I'm getting ahead of myself again and that's always the worst
before I talk about how I love him, I should try to find "him" first
my imagination is active and takes me to extremes
I have real dreams, my dreams are real and I have real big dreams
I don't dwell on all the drama that has happend in the past
It comforts me to know that this place it is so vast
and I'm so small, even when I stand up tall
but there are so many mountains, I can choose which ones I want to climb
and if none of those work out, I'll move to the beach and become a mime
or a minstrel, but I'll have to learn the guitar
It's something that I've always wished, but my hands have been too small so far
well I can learn anything that I want, if I put my mind to it like a sport
when I move my hands to make a chord, my fingers are hard to contort
or I could be a beatnik, becuase they only need to snap
I'd send my vibes up to the galaxy, and hope that she snaps back
it's like a trap, looking through a microscope, but seeing it all elevates my hope
that it is all so much bigger than we realize
and I can have it all hidden away, behind my closed eyes