Jupiter – June 30, 2008 – Thomaston, GA

By far the best picture of Jupiter, or any planet, I have ever taken. Taken with a Canon EOS Rebel 350D.

More Constellation #2 – Thomaston, GA

More Constellations – Thomaston, GA

Constellations – Thomaston, GA

These aren’t that great – too many trees, and too much light – from a security light and a gas light, but, they are also my first attempt into the Southern sky from my front yard in Thomaston.

Constellations of the Morning – Thomaston, GA

Here is two pictures that I took this morning and put together. The originals can be found below, and have better detail and image, but I thought this was neat because it shows my “outlook” on the sky this morning.

Constellations & Planets – Thomaston, GA

There’s a lot here! All of these, plus the previous two posts were taken from June 23-June 26.

Western Sky Constellations #2 – Thomaston, GA

Constellations in Morning Western Sky – Thomaston, GA

The Air Surrounds Me

The air surrounds me,

And yet it chokes me as I breath.

The calm is distant,

Yet I reach,

But for only a touch,

As I sense the darkness overhead.

I long for her voice,

Her words to echo inside,

And yet my fear remains within.

Serenity is my desire,

Yes the peace of her love,

And though I can remember her touch,

Her kiss is far from me.

Her beauty keeps me above the water,

The water that boils and threatens to burn,

And yet there is a pat of me that smiles.

For the remembrance of her embrace,

Just the touch of her hands,

Is enough to sustain me for eternity.

Her kiss is like the wine of God,

And the memory feels me with hope,

As I long for the grace of her lips again.

I do not know her heart,

Though she has spoken of it,

I fear I missed her words.

Though she has shared her soul,

I am afraid that I have misinterpreted the meaning.

To lose her is to die,

Not to myself,

But to the nexus of life itself.

The eternity of the night,

Like unto hell itself,

Laughs at me as I cry,

And yet it does not allow my tears to show.

Seemingly cold I stare,

Across the fields of Hades,

Into the abyss before me,

And as it beckons me,

Her voice reaches me once more,

And I step away.

As a gladiator on the ground,

With the sword of demons at my throat,

I choose not to yield,

And to sweep the blade away once more.

The fear still remains,

For death has sought my life since before my creation,

And yet, I will not yield,

No parley do I seek,

For her love is my only desire.

Gods and goddesses have come before,

But none have severed my resolve.

Both demons and angels it seems_

Laugh at me while I am on the plain,

The fields of Elysium,

And yet I know my heart remains to beat,

And my lungs still carry breath.

Do I feel blessed?

Nay, for Hades greet me with a smile,

But am I cursed?

Again, nay, for Lucifer has no reach upon me.

However I remain in the fields of blood,

And yet, a hint of gold reaches my eye.

Athena reaches out to me,

As Aphrodite offers an apple,

And as Eve did with Adam,

And yet I know my desire,

For her beauty is as Helen,

And her radiance even more so the Troy,

For all the gold of the gods cannot come close to her worth.

This Helen of mine is my love,

And as Paris stole her heart over the sea,

I long for her to allow herself_

To be captured once again.

Achilles himself cannot keep me away,

And though at times I am weak,

The very thought of her gives me strength.

I long for her to know my love,

To feel my heart and soul,

And see the truth within my eyes.

I long for the day of rescue,

For her hand to come down from the heavens,

And pluck my life away,

Away from the darkness,

And to fade within her eyes.

The Moment of Her Beauty Passes

Jared Holloway – 6-23-2008

The moment of her beauty passes,

Yet never fades…

And I wander into the ocean,

Just to find a place_

Where the current of her love does not overwhelm.

I cannot find such a place,

And I drown…

In the moment,

Which is my eternity,

Into the crest of her love.

Her beauty is like the sea,

Powerful, strong,

And yet inviting,

And her smile brings joy to my soul.

Her kiss is like the golden days of old,

And yet rushes me to my future,

In which I find myself,

Hanging in her arms,

And upon her breath.

Her lips like a goblet,

Flowing with honey wine,

As sweet as the dew of the morning.

Her eyes penetrate deep,

Covering the depths of my soul,

And like a raindrop,

She waters my heart,

And it springs forth with growth,

Warmed by her touch.

Her beauty is like the morning,

Her face radiant as the rising sun,

And I lay in fields of gold,

Basking in her warmth.

Her love is like a feast,

For it fills me full,

And I want no more,

For only her love brings me life.