Just think
with over 7 billion people
In the world...
it means there are more than seven billion stories to be told harboring in Gods consciousness.
Each tale is unique integrating dark to light. Poems are in abundance as well.

That means God is a hell of a story teller.

In the parish of my creative mind,
at alter of pen and light
I stand.
Speaking to congregation of readers.

My message is simple:
Love thyself and love others.

My song is gently:
Listen to music of your heart
so you live with compassion.

My sermon is delicate:
Move with Gods spark which is
infused within your being.

My love is strong,
as I bow to your greatness.
and thank you for your patronage.

Your welcome to stop by anytime.
for I live in a church of love.

Our lives are that of a fine recipe. We blend inside our breath and thoughts making life's flavor of ups and downs cook. We add condiments of seasonings like miracles, dreams, and gratitude. Lastly we mix with spoon of dancing steps merging it all with our essence which is main ingredient of love.

I’m intoxicated, by the gentle breeze that comes
sandwiched between sky and ground.

Drunk on the moment that unfolds
showing me how life is a gift.

Vibrating in breath to receive wisdom
that make my feet dance.

I’m intoxicated by my journey
as I awaken to know who I am.

A human drunk with the energies of God.

I am on the edge of my seat,
with excitement.
Anticipation for new beginnings
to anchor on earthly home.  

Energies rise tickling senses,
as dark integrates into my light.
As those who
causing atrocities to humanity
are rounded up and exposed.

I am on the edge of my seat,
with Intention.
Focus to stand as avatar
for new times that echo truth.
Ready to forgive the dark ones
to wish them farewell
and move as co-creators peaceful.

NO MORE lies and fake news will be tolerated.
NO MORE inventions being held back from the world.
NO MORE keeping secrets is acceptable
NO MORE controlling us to be prisoners with invisible bars.
NO MORE orchestrations that encourage hate.
AND NO more abuse of our children will be tolerated.

I am at the edge of my seat
with optimism that WE the people
will reclaim this planet.
That WE will take back our power
to live free out of matrex
as decreed by God.

I am on the edge of my seat.
For it is time to align with love.
Yes, tomorrow is here.

Gentle frost quilted upon maple tree
weaving glass texture calling to eyes
as breath circulates giving wings to thought.

implants of walking steps formed
celebrating gift from clouds
while gratitude centered within

Kiss of Winter moved upon cells,
opening portals amid landscape
worthy of any artist to paint.

And mockingbirds echoed in distance
merging with rustling leaves to
explode in moment that blessed ears.

I rose in icicle palace of trees
putting walking steps in gear
as pale moonlight release rays of songs.

Winters air quenched breath
in silvery puffs launching thoughts
before disappearing to open senses.

Peace fell upon consciousness
as mirage appeared gracing mind
with visions holding blessings

And as delicate snow fairies tickle
igniting opulent dreams of heart
self felt engulfed in radiant beauty.

I be a fountain of words
ready to take breaths spoon,
and scoop them up to scribe away.

I be the mighty river
expanding with waves of phases
to invite fish like eyes to wander.

I be a sun that breaks through clouds
to tickle with rays of hope infused verse.

Come and ride this moment
to feel rich with my abundance of words.

Come dance upon my field of blossoming
libretto’s that match birds who sing.

I dance with life using my skateboard of pen.
I fly with moment to open hearts who gather.
I be a poet with destiny to offer
lyrics from my love fountain
for all to drink.

I dip
my quilled pen
of a creative mind
into the well of heart.

It's golden ink
spreads
with visions to launch
a writers dream.

It's ink bleeds
spiraling
in waves of verse
that blossoms.

Its ink merges
with my soul blood
to becomes my
writers passion.

I dip
my thoughts
into pool of vibrations
where love lives
and words take a life
of their own.

I dip
into liquid gratitude
and torch-like plume to scribe
with heavenly ink of a writers heart.

We spoke, each raising voices,
as verbal ping pong game
continued.

I sitting on an invisible
Goddess throne,
believing I was justified.

And he, thinking
with limited perspective
that he could dishonor me.

We spoke continuously,
each trying to control discussion
UNTIL, I took a breath and realized
quiet was best solution.

Till I realized,
that it was better to walk away
and tend to my life
leaving scribbling to the squirrels.

Standing in new day
I  partake in a ceremony.
With no lawyers fees,
just my own valuable wisdom.
No distance to travel
but within heart.
No insecurities just my awakened state.

I stand in the proceeding of a
divorce in day
where air is crisp and snow graces mountain.
Where moments of endless possibilities linger
inside love.

Divorced I shall be
from old negative fear based entrapments
that beat me up constantly
to a new freedom.

I in breath
hear-by pronounce my divorced

I in thoughts
 hear-by re-married
to my soul a part of Gods light,
and all its greatness.

inside morning breaths
I ready self for new day,
putting thoughts and intentions into gear
Excitement builds to drive
on road of unknown.

Mind moves pedal-like feet.
Transmission of heart in vessel purrs.
Breath adjusts gear stick in mind.

L - loving life’s experiences with gratitude.
O -  opening heart to love energies.
V - veering away from judgement or fear.
E - expanding into dreams.

Inside morning breaths
I align to move with
Gods Power Steering
Don’t leave home without it.
It leads way with self as copilot.

Inside poem
lies great wisdom
from the poet elders of past.
The ones who utter in Shakespearian tongues.
They become waves of verse
dancing in readers moon shaped eyes.
Insights rain upon minds to enlarge cells.
Landscaped with grass green tickles reader steps in breath.

Phases rustle as if self is tree and each word is leaf.
Fireworks of stanzas caresses eyes in beauteous splendor,
to launch a dream
And as their bodies of text echo
through doorway of past where time matters little
own voice whispers with gratitude and awe.

Reverence to applaud grand poem
scribed by master at candlelight
For their creative gifts do wrap my visions
into reality.

Breath taken.
Feet ground.
Voice attunes.

Now I’m aligned
to live
authentically

Cells expand.
Guides speak.
Memory returns.

Now I’m ready
to part veil
and live free.

Care to join me?

Yes life moves on
To different things
Positivity sparkles
In butterfly wings

Butterfly wings
With colors galore
Inside of breath
Eyes crave some more

More so heartbeats
dance and align
everything’s sacred
You are divine

May you feel the energies
of a 1000 smiles
balanced inside light
to write with pen in hand
and expanded heart.

May you dance with poetic words
and celebrate your divine essence
of love connected to source.

And may you swim in currents of creative
vibrations making waves of poetic splendor
for all the world to see.

Our brothers
the typewriter,
once friend to all writers
collects dust
IN closet,
IN antique store,
IN heap to be thrown out with morning garbage.

But I won't forget No!
I
know its company
as my candle light burnt and creative light
flows now upon
white computer screen.

No, I won't forget,
recalling my old stomping ground
of feet-like fingers
that hit keyboard
with ribbon that wrapped
self in mind.

Oh no I shan't forget
to say thanks
to the old days
where old relative
who gave serenity for words lived.

Thanks Brother, Thanks
for an old family remember
still alive in heart.

Petals of love fall softly
in a warm breeze.
They tickled senses,
readying self for storm to cleanse.

Thunder strikes shaking body
as roots of truth cling to
earth's soil for balance.

Cool air vibrates merging with breath
shifting consciousness to
awaken self to meet self.

A song is echoed proudly
seeing my mirror image,
to know who I am.

In moment, I whispered
with poetic beauty
as a sweet scented fragrances carries me  
into a vortex of peace.

A place where poetic song meets the moment
And the moment is engulfed
with the flow of creation.

In morning, there was a
girl named Star.
who pranced and sang gleefully
connected to all she met.,
She partook of
a cat basking in sunlight.
"Are you enjoying this day?" She asked.
The cat meowed,
"Oh yes, thanks for asking."

At noon there was a tree
tall with colorful leaves.
Star asked, "Are you enjoying
the landscape of sky above?"
The tree waved a, "very well thank you,"
and they shared a hug.

At night, when moon was full
"Star oh Star" The moon echoed
"Are you enjoying night sky?"
"Oh Yes," she answered,
joyfully as they sharing
an energetic smile.
A smile
where miles disintegrated
and all was left was love.

Old man Willow stands,
regal and proper.
Giving shelter to birds
and is instrument for wind to whistle.

He’s full of wisdom in his roots
that meander to hug feet.
Allows one to hear grand tales
and invites meditation
beneath its woven majestic branches.

medicine from leaves
become tools for healing’s.


Old man river is his friend in distant
as they both sing
in backyard of Mother Gia’s garden.

Yes Old Man Willow is a gift of a sage
who patiently waits to impart his wisdom.
a gift I bow to inside gratitude and smile.

ARE YOU,
waisting your headspace
with chatter that disables
and vibrations of negative thoughts.

BEEN THERE. DONE THAT.

Are you drained from the constant old story
of judgements, fears, and doubts.

BEEN THERE. DONE THAT.

NOW, I fill headspace of a sacred vessel
with positive thoughts that align self with love.

NOW, I fill my temple with light
in breath to move orchestrating change
for the good of Humanity.

NOW, I am in gratitude to life
as I move knowing things are unfolding
inside divine timing.

ARE YOU,
ready to stand in your power
as an authentic human
capable of living out your dreams?

I am and take the reins
to stand awake, and alive connected
to the vibration of love.

ARE YOU READY?

A dog sat in a bag today,
and rode in subway car.
Everyone did look at him.
He was a cutie star.

Young and old looked at the dog.
All eyes yes they did stare,
at the friendly little one.
The doggie did not care.

The dog was carried with great care
His handler knew just how.
To carry him with great ease.
Not once did he yes howl.

His owner did not have to pay,
an extra fare that day.
He was grateful for his friend,
in every single way.

Trapped in a maze of my creation I move, actively jumping hurdles
to align with light.

Vibrations expand in grace tickling senses to live counsciously
as co creator with thoughts.

Moments evolve
as if hands of clock
plays an instrument of times gift.

Veil of limiting thoughts dissipate
in suns golden hues,
while endless possibility gates open.

I am free now
to gracefully move outside maze
as flowers bloom
and blessing surface.

I know I am part of a DIVINE SOUL    
so I shall move in my life celebrating who I am.

Today, I will celebrate my DIVINITY
to reap all the rewards of a higher vibration
which include peace joy and abundance.

If I wrote about dragons
on distant lands being rode by fairies
and spoke of them coming to earth
to rondevu with mankind,
would you think me insane or sane?

If I told you I sat on the back of
a purple grasshopper
to move in rainbow skies
singing songs joyfully through fluffy clouds,
would you think me sane or insane?

If I told you I took a vacation on Mars
and had a grand time
celebrating with my alien neighbors
as we circled the universe,
would you think me sane or insane?

If I told you we were really one
part of a living planet ever
evolving on a playground
guided by our higher selves,
would you think me sane or insane?

No matter for I am an avatar
and I can do and say anything
in the world of my sane insane-like mind.

I hold up my fingers
to prance on this keyboard and celebrate.
Celebrate
my 700th poem on this site.

I hold my hands up
as they clap celebrating.
Celebrating
the readers that come to sit at my table of words.

Thanks brown, blue, green, and even white peepers
that gaze upon screen.
Your invisible energies tickle my senses
opening heart
that takes breath of life to do the scribe dance
and make observations, visions, thoughts, and quotes live.

With breath I inhale the vibration of love
and thusly take its power to be it.

I shall let my own rhythm of heart
be the song I hear and hum all day
to dance free.

Today is a new baby day,
for me a creator to fill
and I will fill it with love,
compassion and dreams.

Every moment,
holds woven threads of inspiration
when you appreciate fabric of journey,
to move with needle-like pen.
A poet seamstress, I be.

HAUNTED by my own mind
the ego ghost envelops me.
Judgements fill mind,
collapsing cells that pulsate once born in heart.

The ego entity knows how to get under skin
and echo lies to stay in control.

It knows in a blink of an eye when to jump in
so I may not notice.

My mother lived most of her life through ego.
as many others do.

But that leaves me on my spiritual journey
to squash this creature to be free.

To aline with the angel in heart
who whispers with love and wisdom.

Nows the time is here to say,
“hay ego stop your nonsense and serve
by focusing on my vital organs activities
and direct my thoughts no more."

And now, on yet another day,
my sword is drawn to recognize Ego's shadow
and stand in power fearlessly.

I shall mend my heart
by stitching with licorice-like thread.
Dreaming and hoping
a dear one will come
to savor my treat of inner self
and heal my lost love.