String pickers,
violinists
Poets
Bad Boys
The lot of you
We fall in Love
with you
a thousand times a day
We listen to your songs
poems
Voices,
over and over
Common thread in crystals
cloud bursts of feeling
that you each sharpen
daily
You
Bad Boys Of Poetry
You
cut we
black butterflies
and
dark diamond
poetesses
daily,
hourly
We butterfly bats
dance,
sing
write!
Yet,
you
Bad Boys Of Poetry
Still
Lie, there in
to your ownselves,
and say
"No one loves me,
I'm alone
Forgotten"
Well,
No.
We each see
as we wish
Pluck your strings!
Sing your songs!
But know,
you're LOVED
A thousand times a day
By black butterflies
and dark diamonds

Poetesses
~only a poetess
A

To all those writers I wish,
a happy night and day.
Everyone on this site,
wake up to hear me say.

I say all do have great gifts.
You are of divine light.
As you dance inside your hearts,
your writings are so right.

Just take words and catch your dreams
The magic it is here.
Stay connected inside love,
to move without a care.

So my gratitude goes out,
with candle that burns bright.    
Look its burning oh so high.
It's flame's an awesome sight.

StarBG © 2017

From nothing but

Cerebral constructs

Mind becoming

Matter

Spontaneously

Combusts.

I dance in the light and shadows of my true self.
Sometimes the shadows are heavy with a filament
that needs to be observed and cleansed---
A self judgement clinging to aura.
A child crying who felt unloved.
A beings dependent on promises from outside self.
Suddenly, light shines and the dancer feels the power--
A breath that aligns inside grace.
A moment where heart expands with love.
A step where self remembers who they really are.

A time where dancer meets melody
and freedom for inner self is had.

StarBG © 2017