Hug-a-lug out to dear you,
cause it's what I want to do.
To hug with love is grand your see.
 it opens heart so I fly free.  

Free to drift in morning light
The feeling it is out of sight.    
So in my day, I’ll send out love.
And then we'll fly like sacred dove. 

Hug a lug, oh Hug a lug! 
I send it now to fill a jug.
In mind please do yes drink away 
as blessings now I send today.

StarBG © 2017

If my words can't sway
Your mood to create a smile
Why lead me along

If  song you can't hear
with choice to stay unhappy
Then I must move on.

On to dance with sun
to have a lot of great fun
See you around ***

In parting I’m sad
life is too short for worries
so here’s to new love

Two penguins meet on a day,
under sun so bright.
Flapping wings and singing song,
to make them feel so right.

They sang with hope and sent it far,
to all for change to be,
integrated in humans,
love songs would set them free.

They carried songs of sweet love.  
It rang to world so fine.
Their music was a grand gift.
The two were so divine.

And when they met the stars watched on,
from deep inside days sky.
They knew inside love shifts yes come.
In poem I tell no lie.

So send out inside of your prayers
gratitudes sweet toast
to those dressed in black and white,
who live near island coast.



StarBG © 2017

For me....

my words are housed in a treasure chest of heart. They enhance inside breath to give life to what would normally be a naked page.

For me words are backdrop for an amazing life filled with trials and tribulations. A place where I standing knowing I'm eternal and can't fail.

For me my words are little blessings that dance like fairies anointing the moment in third eye. Celebrating the birth of realities inside phases.

And as I dance, words surface to be sanctified inside a moment
A moment where I am grateful for my poetic words that sings.

My writers mind is consumed in thoughts,
as the waining moon shines,
and wind blows at the 2Am hour.

Vessel is gripped with feelings of desertion
as if time stopped and I’m stuck in limbo.

What does a person do,
when loved ones are allusive
and care little about a sibling?
When sleeping seems unattainable?
And seeking out a friend is nonviable
since those dead asleep cannot hear.

And yet with pen in hand my only friends
seem to be the written word.
The phases that give serenity to a tired soul.

The wind howls trying to get inside mind,
as if knocking at my door-like ears.
As if it wants to come in, while hour turns to three
and street lamps still burn.

Yes the writers mind creates
when ****** into a cavern of words and darken halls.
It lingers under desk lamp that causes a haze in eyes
and a lightheaded frame.

Searching for reasons for a restless night
and solemn heartbeat continues,
as hand to pen is held tightly
and words flow like opened levee.

Phases swirl in mind before hitting page.
They mount with words of hurt from people doing me wrong.
They echo with power cutting open old wounds.

The blood of memories cover as if a blanket.
Now I understand why my sleep is unattainable.
Now its time to surrender and take a pill to sleep.
Just maybe later today the sun will bring some peace
and perhaps a friend to lend an ear.

StarBG © 2017

For a better life,
we work and toil
balance and struggle
reach and dream.

For a better life
we move in human form
awakening to who we are,
and why we came.

For a better life
we look into hearts
to hear our inner wisdom
to unite with others.

For a better life
we now integrate
our tears and laughter
to focus on new beginnings.

All for a better life
as co-creators in new energies
infused with love
infused for peace.

Whispering from within I feel the wind quench my vessel.
Energies empower voice to sing.
Lungs fill vibrating love.
And as I merge with wind.
moments drift like sand in hourglass.
Sands that are like seeds of dreams.

Love, our essence as we breath deep in these human forms.

Love, the energetic gasoline that helps move us to ecstatic pleasures.

Love, the answer to all the problems in the ever shifting world.

Love the force inside a child's laugh and within a mother heart.

Love, the glue that holds people in a connective bond of oneness.

Love, the four letter word of a gift that is what the universe is made of.

StarBG © 2017

If my verses give another reason to smile, trust, and believe in the vast universe and that we’re not alone than I will rest better knowing I did well to scribe with purpose.

If my poetry makes another laugh, or sigh, or even stop and move in their truth as divine being of light and love than, I have succeeded to aid one heart at a time.

If my phases excite and give another, room to recall
their greatness and not stay too long in shadows of the dark,
than my title as writer will stay intact.

If my poems empower others to know who they are
to celebrated and face their fears gallantly with dreams and hope than, I will walk feeling my heart open and wings spread.

If my work infused with love penetrates and cradles with words to give insight and encouragement than, I have for-filled my contract as light worker to reset the world for peace.


StarBG © 2017

Love and peace is the oxygen of the soul.
The essence and fuel of life.

Embrace it, drink it like a fine wine.
Savor its delicious attributes,
and let it ignite your heart.

Love and peace is the oxygen to life
The breath that makes one dance.

Feel its power and energies expand.
Allow your dreams to flow with awe,
and let it guide you for harmony.

Love and Peace is the oxygen to God.
The tool that connects one to their passion.  

Experience bliss inside human form.
Resinate with a grateful heart,
and know you’re part of everything.

Everything speaks to me in poetically.
The breeze carries words.
Song melodies capture my heartbeat to write.
Even a crying child or darken sky
calls for attention to my creative mind.
It is a grand journey I lead
tickling a page with verse  to cleanse heart
Its an awesome life I lead
opening another so they may find
their own greatness.

Star BG © 2017

Inside a thoughts I drift
trying to find a place to anchor.
Suddenly tornado of words rise
bombarding moment
as I try to focus
Suddenly I find myself
with my oeuvre shinning like bright sun.
Once passion is satisfied
tornado stops
and again I’m ready to move inside
my oeuvre reverie.

From a spark, a flame
of creativity ignites a sacred fire.
It grows with words embedded in light
spreading rapidly behind a focused eye.

The vellum pit expands,
as line after line exposes another view
that envelops a reader's, heart.

The fire meets night sky with fury
releasing a kaleidoscope of colors
that aids one to feel peaceful and free.

Inside the quiet, the crackle of energies are felt
as they merge life force energy
with a writer's pen.

In time, a sonnet is born.
Born, from an artist's gifts for the public to savor.

StarBG © 2017

I'm your blossom,
that flowers with beauty.
Your my water that feeds
sacred ground caressing my roots.

I’m your floret
that opens divinely
Your my sun of light
the sacred breeze that hugs with love.

I’m yours for all time.
Your mine who holds my heart.

Like dark splinter in mind
my thoughts expand,
beating hard to release the veil of darkness.

Clouds surface behind eyes,
longing for sun.
Light knocks on door
as key of freedom is ready to be turned.

Membranes longing for clean blood
to penetrate consciousness vibrate.

New network of love fibers
his growing to
transmute cells decaying.

With breath,
splinter becomes dislodged
starting its movement to purge.

With grounding slow breath
determination, optimism
and drive for new beginnings
anchor.

With awakening comes time
to align for freedom
as shard is lifted
to demand change.

Being Blinded to prison of limit
and slavery now disintegrates
to see greater purpose.

Time to move through the door
of awakening.
Time turn key with consciousness
with purpose

Lift your splinter to dry tears
releasing stronghold of society
for your visions to materialize.

Stop and empower self
to ride new waves
and take hold responsibly to
evict the remaining fragments

Begin a feeding tube of truth
inside love
respect, compassion, and abundance

Lead the way to realign
to set the society
to the dial of freedom
out of the matrex of control.

THAT is why you came.

To write, or not to write
that is the question,
as I stand at pedestal of my oak desk.
The moments fine to take the plunge.

To scribe, or not to scribe
that is the question,
as deep breath grounds my poet's heart.
The moments grand for starting new.

To scrawl or not to scrawl,
that is the question,
as fantasies grow inside dreams.
The moment is lined with adventures.

To compose, oh to compose
is the answer,
as energies of heart leads on,
and manuscript-like boat floats gracefully.

Floats to be christened
inside waves for a lyrical birth.

Floats, to be christened
inside waves for a lyrical birth.

StarBG © 2017