How many destinies does a rock have?

Is it to be a mountain
a gravel pit,
a walkway in garden,
or even a country road
inviting a journey?

Is it in fields to be cleared
for harvest,
a stone on bottom of sea,
an ornament on coffee table
to admire?

Perhaps its surrounded
by roots in Gia’s head.
or a carved piece of art.

Open mind for other answers.
OR better yet ask a rock being.
The Gong love to talk.

DOES a person lose their dreams,
when they’re homeless?
Where funds are empty
and normal way of life is stalemated.

DO they feel broken,
when eating choice is a food bank?
Where it tastes fine
but is made of nearly expired
and certainly not organic
food.

DOES a homeless person
still hold dreams?
When job seems impossible and their
whole existence revolves around
catching last bus to shelter.

DO they second guess factors
leading to current situation,
judging the details harshly
as perhaps an estranged
family member would.

DOES a homeless person get tired,
of labels and stares
passerby’s give?
Who cant understand how
the situation arose
and don’t really care?

THAT’S when faith must jump in,
so candle of dreams isn’t extinguished.
THAT’S when,
they whisper a prayer and surrender
to the higher plan to activated in mind.
THAT’S when,
they go deep in heart
and do their best to
love themselves and life’s journey.

THAT’S when they hold
onto their dreams even more.


StarBG © 2017

I am a gift
eternal and divine
like sun that beats in rays golden.

I be a wander of the universe
tickling my own consciousness
so soul expands.

I am sacred like the soul,
every evolving
as love in form whispers divinely.

I be the I am Avatar
vibrating to anoint
as Gods gift to the world.

I am the integration
of dark and light
to be a conduit  
of love sweet love.

I am you
you are me
and yet
uniquely different
with sparks of creativity.

Hooray for the Universe
that is home for expansion to
awakens
self to know self.

May our pens travel in the New Year
like rocket ships traveling to grand worlds
where breath aligns with visions and poetry is born.

May our inspiration grow with beauty
like wild fire scribing inner thoughts
to touch others.

And May all poets unite with common cause
in New Year.... to open eyes of readers
so compassion and peace can grow.

Be not a BIGLGE RAT, harboring in the depths of negativity but be that the *****, shining in your magnificence, meant to grow inside expansion of love.


Remember to sing a sea shanty from heart is to make life flow
for freedom and peace.

Every-morning I Say hello
to the one behind the human facade,
the costume we wear.

Every-morning I Connect
to that inner child that longs
for a nurturing hug.

Every-morning I align
to the energy of the wind
that brushes face.

and the vibrations of gratitude
that expands heart.

Every-morning,
I jump start my day
with love
a positive affirmation song
and celebrate
in the security of knowing
I am love, loved and never alone.


StarBG © 2017

Moon sends aura-like smile
as cool air circulates.
Its a heads up
the holiday season
is around the corner.

Does anyone get the message
as Stars sparkle just like
Christmas lights.

Time to celebrate
A writers
                 Christmas
                              Metaphor.
Moon as top of endless tree
with its beaches of cosmic clusters.
Planets become ***** of all sizes.
Stars are Christmas lights
young and old love.

And, Earth is our present.

I sit with overflow of thoughts
that are now calmed by a snowy
landscape.
Beauty inside peacefulness.

I watch recollecting self
in the tranquility of Mother Earths
gentle scene
as wind caresses.

I sit grateful for the
water crystals
that grace trees and hilltops
as not a soul is in sight.

I watch warmed by fire and four walls,
watching the ****** snow
as it blankets all I see.

Perhaps before sunset
I shall wander outward
to touch the magnificent gift
from Father Sky.

My ticking heart is like a clock,
where in-between pulsations lie little secrets
like those housed in moments of a clocks hand.
My heart throbs as time and age merge
as face changes with wisdom of Father time.
But still the heart beats like clock
in musical charm to dance in the gift of eternity.

When I die
I shall go
to the banquet
Hall of Eternity.

Where a paradise exists
as deep and beautiful
like hearts ocean.

A place where love
penetrates the atmosphere.
And stardust
energies whisper
inside the realm of no time.

Where freedom and peace
is the golden thread
entwined inside  
hallways of The Divine.

Where I shall awaken
to have  grand feast
where dishes are fuel
for enlightenment.

Love prompts peace to grow
Peace aids humans to recall.
We all are sacred.

We all all divine.
Worthy to live our birthright,
of great abundance.

Freedom calls from heart.
Freedom echoes inside love.
Try humming right now.

As I romp in hallways of a human body,
my time is limited before
I return to road of universe.

I partake in tasty treats to digest with smiles.
Swim in waters of emotions that wash old wounds.
Meet friends and foe to teach compassion.
Fly in dancing steps gracefully
and sing like birds to echo against ear walls.

As I move I slowly put pieces together
to understand who I am.
Recalling my purpose and divinity.
Spreading on life’s canvas as artist with paint of love.
Resting to smell the rose perfumes in air of wind.
And find doorways into heart,
where no ego lingers.

Yes as I romp. I connect
in tears that lead to rainbow thoughts.
Dreams that give abundance of breath.
Gratitude that vibrates in cells delicately.
See animals that mirror dedication
And move in playground
where God’s presence is everywhere.

Oh! what a gift journey
to gather memories inside
many a trial and tribulations.

Oh what grand humanoid experience
to process and bring back to soul.

Light is housed in the moon
and acts like a lighthouse
just open your consciousness
and let it guide with eyes aligned.
Light pulsates in sky's house
and acts like a lighthouse
just open your counsciousness
and let it guide with heart aligned.
Ain't Father sky grand.

I write as pen becomes brush painting
visions with stardust energies.
Words twinkle unseen to naked eye
but inviting all the same.
Verses coagulate in bloodstream
as if cells are words
destined for heart.

I write within fields of sunflowers
and below gray skies.

With intention to launch
a rocket ship of thoughts

After all I am a wandering sage poet,
meant to anoint the world with verse.

A voice vaguely familiar
echoed on phone line.
The kind of line
filled with black birds
ready to take flight and paint skies
with their bodies black to hide sun.

The voice that trampled
on dreams long gone.
Stabbing knife in heart
where love once grew.
Heart-dreams
that floated away
when their voice
severed our relationship.

A voice now out of blue,
coming back to haunt.
Silence encourage him
to continue his sorry song.

And when he concluded,
I simply said "No."
And hung up the phone.

The moon did gobble up
the pinks and blues of sunset.
Winking to stars with, "hello"
as it voyaged upward.

Clouds separated
wind released its song.

The stars in turn sparkled escorting
luna majestic sphere to its resting place.
The place it will usher in the night
with its veil of beauty.

empowering thoughts
in quiet, I feeling its power.

Bubbles surround in heart.
waves gracefully move in energies of tide.

I swim but for the grace of light
that carries me to a new consciousness.

Its consciousness of self love
and forgiveness toward all.

Its the truth that we all come from source,
divinely orchestrated for growth.
Before returning home
to ocean of unconditional love.

And so the day after New Years day rolls on
meandering like wind pushing hands of clock.
I move through familiar footsteps
taken inside brisk air.
Everyone still carries optimism.
Still musters up a smile
and voice of Happy New Year.

Christmas decorations disappear
from store windows.
Lights dim on trees as boxes
come out of closets for repacking.

May every day be perceived as
right after New Years.
So...everyone will carry the
spirit of love to move
with smiles and harmony.

I TRIED CALLING YOU BUT...
it went to voice mail immediately.

Does your phone need charging
run down from all your busyness?

Is it lost in a pocketbook,
absent of sunlight?

Has it been left alone to wander
in halls of an endless ring?

Is it longing to hear your voice
tickle it's insides?

Could it be on vibrate,
with tones silenced?

I tried calling you but...
an electronic voice was all that echoed.
making me feel alone.

QUIET
on the HP western front
of my Home feed.
It’s roads are empty.
Its resident poets seasoned
with gifts aren't walking with pen canes.
Or driving cars of visions.

Guess they're all
in a different cyber town
OR INSIDE THEIR OWN HOUSE HEARTS.

PERHAPS
after some clouds in mind
bring rains to community,
a rainbow of words will
come and my home town
will be FULL AGAIN.

My arms I fold around you,
like creases of an origami heart.

The paper glistens in the light.
The folds become alive with power.

My arms I fold around you
like creases of an origami bird
so we may fly away
in landscape of a Japanese song.

Hour glass sands drift
swirling, spinning, ingrained
with memories.

Time to let year go
to new mission of love
and SEIZE, TASTE, AND EVOLVE,

The stage is primed for
your dancing steps.
where anything is possible
for 2019 and on.

SEIZE IT. EMBRACE IT. REVEL IN IT.
with laughter... with mettle in day.

Hour glass crystals surround
tickling senses
TO CATCH. TO SING. TO PLAY.

Take chances to
seizing the heartbeats
to climb its cords.
ECHOE IT. VIBRATE IT. BE IT.

Nothing can stand in your way
with your dreams, beauty
and prayers.
Seize the day
SEIZE IT. SHAPE IT. LIVE IT.

LET YOUR SOUL SHINE IN 2019

Fear, hate, and judgements
are all toxins. Rid yourself of such things
and you get rid of insecurities, loneliness,
troubles, separation, and war, to open door
to happiness and freedom.


StarBG © 2017

Inside an Indigo dream I take breath and smile.
Lips pucker, heart opens, hands hug
in blue landscape of beauty.

In an Indigo vision sweet friend circles
Breeze flows, divine steps move, dream scenes explode with grace.

Inside an Indigo dream light is celebrated
Hearts expand, moments dissipate,
alignment upgrades divinely.

Inside an Indigo dream, oneness is felt.
Peace comes, love grows, and wisdom floats.
Floats in the dream below rainbow sky.

Inside leaps and bounds in mind
I glide, letting breath ignite passions.
Letting vision anchor into heart.

Words drift in cells like air within brain
ready for me to catch.

With continued breath
pen is energized calling hand with grace.
Calling heartbeats to lead song.

And as pen dances like finest dancer
a poem is written.
Scribed,
for the roaming eye to see.

Mission Accomplished to free one
Richard J.
Lover and spiritually gifted healer.
Stranded in a land where few understood him,
and dark anchored needing cleansing.

In a place where bars held spirits
in human form many not awake.
Not conscious that their
divine and sacred, deserving love
and respect.

A place where hands are ruled by walking zombies
who forgot how to live in heart.

A place where dishonor flourishes
and food is barely eatable.
Where thievery happens by those in-charge
who care little for those captured in the turmoil of life.
Where they think nothing of stealing your possessions in the name of their power.

Mission accomplished
to free one being called
Richard J,
person of light and love.
Stranded hours from home
Where dark needed the integration into the light
and new seeds were to be planted
for harvest another time in cells ground.

A place blessed to have him there
though perhaps they'll never know.

L
    E    O
  V      V
O            E
     L ========
      L    O V E
                        
                     IS THE ANSWER

Doubt it is like a venomous snake.
One bite and without self love attention  
you carry its poison
forever.

***
Other species is fear snake
that lives all parts of the world.
One bite and you lose connection to trust.

Antidote:  deep breath to connect to heart

After I put on my street cloths,
I put on a silken veil of love.
It blows out in wind of my breath.
Touching all who walk.
Brushing upon Mother Earths mountains.
and sea of sky

I wear it proudly
The mesh invisible
penetrates into my heart
where I wear love on
sleeve and inside hugs.

A sacred baby
carries stars inside their eyes
legacy of soul.


School is in session
A new born is the teacher
every age teachers
*
students are us all

I moved in vessel feeling the breeze.
Drifting in moment serene.

When a fish visited me. He stood up on
waves as if tail were feet and water ground.

“I come to give you
my song of love
and ask you
not to take my friends away.
aquatic life is dwindling in my home,
and I fear soon to be the last.”

Surprised and trusting his words
I send him love and reeled in my line.

With splash he left and
my eyes floated on waves he made,
like reader would float upon my poetic phases.

I was ready to return to shore,
fueled with inspiration.
And write another poem
to celebrate life
I did called,
A Fishes Visit.

Where are you SUN?
I wonder,
on this night where cloudy thoughts
match night sky that hides the moon.

Where are you,
burning lantern of light?
On this night where hours seem like days
and worries build.

I hope you come up soon,
so I can get lost in my busy day.
And perhaps
get some rays filled with answers.


StarBG © 2017

OH PAIN,
it grips conscious mind
and body often to extremes.
It gives opportunity to scribe,
feel, merge with its shadow.
To move into fire of dancing flames
that transmutes toward better time.

OH THE PAIN,
it travels spiraling with it’s agenda.
Chilling to heart and senses.
Holding power for what feels like forever.
It gives opportunity to tackle demons
fly in dreams,
scribe a new path in light.

PAIN OH PAIN,
dissipates inside new thoughts.
It opens doors grand
that brings winds of change
divine.
It metamorphoses into light
to anchor Freedom.
For another road to wander in
TO feel, dance, and write.

As I stand at alter
to marry poetry with heart,
I see the guests arrive.

They are letters that dance
upon dance floor of mind.
They are the ones
that bare presents of phases
to scribe another poem,
as marriage celebration continues.

Do you Star BG take
the creative spark called love
for better and worse?
I do
And do you Master Spark Vortex
promise to continue
to shower her with light?
I do.

I now pronounce you
Mr. and Mrs S Vortex

May you create baby poems
to be shared with visitors eyes
who watch them grow.

May you be bounded
inside passions
where the pen will speak
inside all experiences.

And may you live eternal
with fire of love
to anoint the Universe
and celebrate life.

Inside kaleidoscope kingdom
of poetry
I elope with my words.
Moving in grace with wind
With swirling colorful light
making feet dance
voice sing
and pen write.

My pen is filled with ink of love
scribing in positive song
to open a heart.

I bathe in sparkling energies
moving below sun and
hue’s of moon.

I echo in a vortex
where time melts away
and visions anchor.

Freedom is my motto
as I pass love baton
from one word to another.

And as my kiss
harnesses love
I send them out in a poem.
A poem to be catalyst
so a reader can dream.

I am
the I am of love.
The construction of an echoing OM.

I move on sacred soil
to plant roots deep within.

I dance below blue sea of clouds
in joyousness of everything  

Life force energy flows through me
like water falling from
a thunderous sky.

I am
the I am of light.
The sun like heart beaming to others.
The night reveling florescent stars
to entice dreams.

I merge with tides of moments
that accumulate like endless waves.

I swim with gratitude
inside bubbles floating gracefully.

How grand it is to be awake,
to sing with poetry
knowing we live a grand dream.

The dream of the I am song.

Visited by light of love
as I took a breath
I felt a presence.

They were tall
with features like us
but an old race
unlike us.

They were encouraging
for humanity to awaken
and take their place in the universe.

They had kind eyes
speaking our tongue
in rhythmic songs inside love.

They supported the growth of all
to recall who we are
as sacred children infused
with God's essence of.

Their name were
the Nordics
who are here to aid
and support.

Believe and be Grateful.

The truth of our universal friends
is out.
It’s no longer science fiction.