In the Posie Cave while doing some serious Astrology Research, simultaneously getting headphone serenaded by Robin Thicke, I subsequently decided to share some advice for the dance Artistic Earth creatures will do for the first eight of this year *

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Venus**

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So we have Venus in Aquarius until January 14th: People use this time to literally visualize your future for the next year, Venus is gracing you with it’s Aquarian allure and giving you that Aquarian glitter you need to not only visualize your 2012 but to visualize it with strength, drama and opportunity to communicate your “dreams” with those who are crucial in most of what you do, in between dreams.

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Here’s my “nana” advice for the transition from Venus in Aquarius to Venus in Pisces: listen to your heart as fucking corny as that sounds, Pisces is the King sign of unspoken business and it should be after such an outspoken sign like Aquarius. The common psyche we’ll be sharing is the desire to seclude after the firework show Aquarius in Venus will present for many of us.

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A lot of our desires and even private matters where brought to a social light upon the dawn of the Venus Aquarian season, use this transition as a moment to recollect yourself and enter a world where the amount of love, excitement and desire for the future will be hidden to the naked eye in the most beautiful type of way. Enjoy this reflective period to the max, don’t feel selfish during your seclusion for it will only make matters worse, as artist we need these times in our lives to really figure out where the waves are really taking us and most importantly where they’ve carried us from. 

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Rekindle those Aquarian dreams once Venus leaves one of her favorite positions and moves on February 8th into fiery, primal, mother of anything fierce, Aries.***

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Love all of you,

Cakes 

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OPSK 

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* I forced it with the eloquence of that sentence. 

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**This is the best time to share astrological love with the people who constantly come to me for it anyways, Venus is in Aquarius which lends the perfect canvas to share ideas that :A_ you might not be interested (for a various amount of reasons) and :B_ Aquarius is the rule of the big picture, including all bodies and all spheres within them and Venus,  Venus my dear friend is the best translator of all. 

Venus is also one of the most important planets for Artist who are constantly trying to figure out a meaningful balance between, Inspiration and (Mars-like) Productivity. 

Mars in is anal virgo until god knows when, so please DO NOT end your life because you feel like you aren’t “perfect” enough. 

*** Aries is the first sign of the zodiac, now put it all together and think about. (Don’t burn anything.) 

Unconscious.

Subconscious, still high?

It doesn’t make a difference. 

Give or take a few inches

low, and a little to the left,

when bodies know,

a few places, a few blows,

it doesn’t make a difference. 

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The Wealthy Lovers

must accept their sudden change,

for what they share

divides as one

and multiplies by two,

One lover worthy of water,

one worthy of fruit.

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One Wealthy lover

must learn how to take

from hands that 

seem unsteady.

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While the thirsty Wealthy Lover

must learn how to take

and not give.

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Both Wealthy lovers

must learn to luck out,

and take a wish granted. 

It is eight in the morning in New York City; 

and even though I 

duo lung

pace without breath 

these concrete streets still breathe;

Alive, ripped fueled with energy…

Slutty

as if last night never happened. 

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And on the four no one glares

they are too caught up

catching up in their steadfast lives.

And only older men smile

with winks that whisper 

“I wish I would of known a girl like you”.

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Now and then however

you get a wrinkled face who still projects warmth.

It was in the way you said “excused me”;

and by the time you chizzle through the ice to say “good morning”

that smiles turns into a glare of pity,

you remind them of someone they used to know.

Then your stop arrives and It gets you thinking:

“Time for a transfer, he was getting too close.”

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As I rush off the four 

to take a shuttle to a port 

to catch a greyhound that goes nowhere

I start to contemplate my motives

and what I really sing for. 

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Ironically, in a grid

no one knows where they stand,

by the race in their movements

It evident they don’t care where they land.

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The City:

a great place for memories

(a keep/safe box)

there is always someone there

to remind you.

I am going to stand with my thighs 

and not with my feet 

In the inlet;

where the rocks meet the sea

in the gulf:

where the beach cradles breeze

and I will stand there with nothing,

staring at rainbows

memories of you furfilling my idiosyncracity. 

With the sun shinning

unafraid of falling

deep, dazed ,quenched 

clarity issued and unconfused

My heart and lungs stated

air is love

I’m still breathing

Acquiring knowledge—

Focused on truth

Believing in you.

So If mountains of moments 

decorate my life

you are mine to climb

you are mine to live

If art is what art is

then love is what loves gives.

I trust the earth.

The tides will come.

The moon will chase the sun. 

and I will always know where the light is.

Is what I call you for short,

in front of my friends 

and behind your back. 

Letting go has to be the hardest thing.

Mr. I Tell You Everything With My Eyes But Expect You Not To Panic, 

Mr. Destiny.

Is that what you called this? 

Was that what you called us?

Most Importantly, hooked on 

egotistical, romantic, soul projection

what do YOU call yourself nowadays,

Mr. I Focus On The Short?

Mr. Marry Memories To Haze?—

Are you tripping in the front?

Do you head back from the gate?

Excuse my tone.

Wanna know my name?

I See How You Organically Follow What You Want,

How You Later Classify Freedom For Mistake.  

“The greatest problem that modern man is facing is that the mind is trained too much and the heart is completely neglected— not only neglected, but condemned too. Feelings are not allowed, feeling are repressed. The man of feeling is thought to be weak; the man of feeling is thought to be childish, immature. The man of feeling is thought to be not contemporary— primitive. There are so many condemnations of feeling and of the heart that naturally one becomes afraid of feelings. One starts learning how to cut off feelings and slowly the heart is simply bypassed; one goes directly to the head. Slowly the heart becomes nothing but an organ that pumps blood, purifies the blood and that’s all.”

What a conscious and sad world we live in. Developments is areas we never knew existed, progression in the areas that have always existed. 

But where does love stand?

Is it a phenomenon that has been rummaging since the beginning of time? 

Is it a fallacy induced by creative minds whom believe in love and sell it? 

Romantic love; In this world it means something else. The further you are in your intellectual voyage the harder it will be to find love. 

Society isn’t organized to aid the human to find true love. We go to “clubs” where the innocent go to the dance and the horny go to find wire where they can hang themselves from. Women are deceitful with fake lashes, skinny jeans and ass pads. Men are so repressed they confuse their loneliness with horniness. We have mundane conversations about late night shows, when in reality your just thinking, “This isn’t going work out, but at least I can get a story and a nut out of this.” 

A whole bunch of repressed motherfuckers is what we are. 

Let go though, log out, read a book or two, find your never felt, find your other me.