Night like a veil holds my sadness
as sleep eludes.
My mind insists on punishes me
with its chatter at 3AM
that does no good.
Perhaps when birds sing
I'll fall back to sleep
And dream inside a quiet mind.

A writer leaves footprints
upon a field of page.
Inside moment,
that sings with verse.
that opens tunnels in heart.
That resonated from smile,
that is imprinted in a word.

A writer, is a gift to the world
regardless if words are
sad, happy, silly, or
pure fantasy.

Dance in your greatness ALL
and empower the world.

I'm not a puppet on a string.
Meant to be dangled as someones play thing.
OR dance to another’s music.
Tonight, I plan my escape
to cut my strings and run away.

Walking within nature
a butterfly kissed my cheek.

Her delicate spirit
shared it's spark of love
that traveled
through body to heart.

I bowed to my little friend,
as we shared the light of day.
And we danced through the afternoon
forgetting all time.

A master
A trooper
A gift
A sage full of wisdom.

A precious one.
A survivor
An angel
A grand writer steeped
with discriptive words.

That is YOU.
That is YOU.
I am honored to know you.

World is full of lost souls
needing to anchor love.
Pull them
to your love dock.
If they resist let them float away.

knowing.... a big love fish will tickle their stomachs
and make them transmute
into their true soul selves.

OR... Knowing they will float to a dessert island
where they will be alone
till they learn
that love is the answer.

OR Knowing that Moby **** will swallow
them whole and perhaps they will meet Geppetto
who will than share wisdom about love
and maybe Pinocchio will come
to rescue them both

With Godly step
I whisper gratitude
singing it on highest peak

In a Godly step
I echo forgiveness
dancing to celebrate life.

With Godly step
I awaken to... the you in me
and the me in you.

In a Godly step I stand
knowing humanity is
getting a face lift.

With Godly step
I see a future bright
with miracles galore
and moments to treasure.

I wish I had a pause button,
when looking at the a sunrise
or being embraced in a hug.

I wish I had a pause button
When a kiss melts my heart
or I see a diamond sky.

I wish I had a pause button,
to take in the beauty
on this planet
and forget the pain.

Put not bars on the heart
but open it wide.
with BREATH.
              with INTENTION.
                        With it's LOVE SONG that plays with grace.

Put not bars on the heart,
but expand it to transmute
sadness
pain
and fear into light song
TO EMPOWER SELF.

Put not bars on the heart
but let love in
light in
your essence in
For ALL deserve to reap its rewards.

Yes Open any bars of heart
so sacred self may fly
inside the rhythms of heartbeats
fly free from grief.

And I shall paint dreams to match my life
in a majestic landscape,
where dancing steps move below sunlit sky.

Where birds feathers become my brush
and breath the power to guide canvas-like path.

Where Michelangelo will take notice
from heavens gate and celebrated
with thunderous applaud.

I shall paint my dreams into reality
upon canvas of self.
Where words become my pigment
of choice and canvas stretched with song.

Where airbrush of inhales align
with present moment to expand creative mind.

Where every evolving masterpiece is observed
by others in my walk of life so many smile
and perhaps send a like.

Where my paintbrush becomes
poets pen and ink color to touch page.

Yes, I shall paint with force
to launch a thousand dreams.
Won’t you join me in my
walking museum called life?

And I shall move
dressed in gentle breeze
of aspirations.
Searching for the
one to fill my heart
with love.

I move, in forest walls
and open lands
carrying backpack of faith
and hope.

I dart from pond to pond
hoping to see my prince
emerge who will
shelter my dreams.

Time passes,
as I embrace the sun
welcoming its friendship
and encouragement.

As I surrender
to realize
many a frog must be kissed
before finding
my beloved princeling.

Ribbit Ribbit, me thinks I
hear his song.

carries a bag of giggles,
spread through their smile.
Catch the energies
and you float for miles.

In monastery
monks have formula for lore
chant to hear clearly



Mother Nature is church
birds are chorus, sun speaks
in rays to comfort


Oh to meditate
to hear the voice of spirit
Peace is now within

*

Roles are played so well  
by family for lessons
not always easy

THE EGO,
it rears its head
gliding to disturb the quiet.
It dances in brain
to feed desire to judge.
It whispers with chatter
to distract
from living in heart.

EGO... down boy I say,
as I try to tame it
before it tames me.

Life is a hard road,
to move inside.
Spending much time
far from home of heart.

Far from place where soul unites with breath.
Place where light vibrates as fiery gift.
Where moments connect one to Divine.

Life is a bumpy road,
to drive on.
Spending much time
far from cravens of heart.

Far from land where miracles unfold.
Place where dreams root and flowers grow.
Where peace leads inside map of life.

Life isn't a hard road
to drift inside.
When awaking to travel,  
far into land of heart.

Far into place where wisdom echoes.
Place where love rules and dance flows.
Where all ego roadblocks disintegrate.

Life is what you make it.
Heart pumps in whispers
its a map to follow in breath.

Before pasture of dandelions,
I take a lion-like breath,
reading self to release pods of aspirations.

Chest expands with huff and puff action,
while seedlings fly.
Fairies invisible aid to guide pips to anchor.
To Settle on Gia’s sacred ground
so field of dreams can blossom.

I carry a rainbow in my heart.
Red like a juicy apple of wisdom.
Orange to paint my dreams.
Yellow as the radiant sun
Green to dance on sacred land of Mother
Blue as deep as the oceans sky.
Purple to aid humanity.

I carry a rainbow in my heart
one that holds infinite possibilities
inside love.

IN the garden of my mind I write,
with pen being my rake.
I water seedlings of words to make poems.
and love tending to my garden.
Care to partake in visions of my flowers?

Giraffes can dive well
a different kind of weird on
the You-tube channel

of LOVE
present within support
all life
and IS the creative force
that expands so all grow
to heights unimaginable.

Catch the magic and FOCUS to free the self
with breath that acts like a radiating sun.

WATER vine with light to sustain life
inside the evolving soul.

Our birthright is to grow
with seeds of our greatness.

Dreams, gifts, notes of voice, spawn seeds
Love, experiences, compassion are seeds.
Thoughts, focus, joy trigger seeds.
You are walking tree of divinity.
The roots are there just look.

Inside wondrous scenes of Gia, He stands.
Brush in hand, intent
and breath focused

Magical mysteries unfold,
as inside ritual of passions
eyes open with the freedom to create.

He stands,
as paint becomes tool like in-cents
permeating the moment
in sacred ceremony.

The Art becomes a living entity in nature.
Dancing steps a celebration
Paint a prayer whispered.

Each stroke revels a closeness
inside Gods presence as if angels push brush.
Each stroke merges with landscape
as hours melt away and time stops.

A feeling of oneness overpowers
where paint becomes life blood
and landscape becomes alive.

Model is infused in nature
as paint becomes skin
to echo visions grand.

And as passions to creation develop,
He becomes like wild cat
roaming wilderness to capture an image

An image where He plays so reality fades
and fantasy tickles senses.

Family, the people I love the most,
don’t get me.
Can’t value what I know,
or understand my life's mission
as light-worker.

Family, the people I love the most
can’t grasp me.
Thusly when I share
a wall of separation builds
where each brick is heavy on heart.

Family, the people I love the most,
can’t comprehend the wisdom I carry
cause they’re asleep in the matrex-
a place controlled by lies of society.
(and their own path)

It saddens, hurts to the core
but truth is...I now see it’s not usual
when one is conscious and others sleep.

In truth, I’m now slowly learning
like a child who learns to crawl.
that, I don’t need to share
in search of approval.

For confidence grows
like flower everyday
with my own suns wisdom.
It blossoms, as reliance cords I sever,
with compassion to fly in peace
Fly with my new spirit family.
The ones, I share with inside love.

Power to the writer the one who scribes from heart.
To the one who chooses to use a baronet-like pen to fight
and climb the mountainside of life to share a vision.

Power to the scribe who sings like mockingbirds
To the one who swims gracefully in footsteps of poetic verse
and is willing to release the dark to replace it with light.

Power to the poet who taps into their creative minds
To you ______ who moves as a gift inside path as your guides, higher selves, angels and The Divine applaud.

INSIDE A DREAM I DID AWAKE
MOVING IN MIND SPEAKING IN RHYME.
I WANDERED TO FIND ANSWERS GREAT
TRYING TO FIND A SPECIAL MATE
INSIDE A DREAM I DID AWAKE
GETTING LOVE BLESSINGS FOR TO TAKE.
I DID LEARN I AM YES DIVINE
INSIDE A DREAM I DID AWAKE
TO MEET HIM INSIDE SPIRITS TIME.

What is in the eagles mind when it soars in divine sky?
Is it thinking about its next navigational move,
whereby feather is tipped just perfect to catch the wind?

Is it perusing the tree landscape for a meal,
or enjoying the suns rays as it bonds with delicate air.

What is the eagle thinking,
as it glides with grace making a majestic scene.

Perhaps it’s contemplating
how it wants no part of those humans
that walk thinking they're free.

For it knows... true freedom is to let go
and move with divine sky. True freedom is not to ask why.

If I was a flower I might be.
A vine spreading love with its little
buds of multi colored splendor.
I would tickle eyes
and hug bees that came to receive my offerings.

If I was a flower I might be a lotus.
A regal plant that people would meditate before
to hear my endless wisdom.
I would share it freely with anyone who visited.  

If I was a flower everyday I would call out
with a silent scent, thanking
Mother Nature for allowing me to be birthed
from her divine womb.

Yes if I was a flower I would blossom
in freedom below precious sun.
I would be grateful below Master Moon
and stars gifts of night.

I would vibrate a prayer
that all human flowers
recall their Mother Gia
to be her caretaker
as intended.

Fertilizing the garden of my heart
with breath I move
dancing with the autumn breeze.
Think it's time to wear a coat.

Happy Thanksgiving I say
to one and all this day.
It is time to celebrate
inside the heart with play.

Eat a meal that causes soul
to dance inside your shell
knowing you are a grand gift
I think your really swell.

Visit friends and family
and be grateful for all.
start to feel abundance here
for you to stand and cheer.


Gobble Gobble turkey speaks
sending you a song
Wishing you the best of life
as Veggie I'll live long

In a stella speed of light
I speak to God,
my Ancestors and Angels.
I echo gratitude
and love.
And in a blanket of instant feelings
responses surround
floating within.
I am showered with love.
Umbrella not needed.

As poet surgeon my hand
holds pen-like scalpel.
It perform surgery
carefully cutting away words
that don't fit body of verse.

  Sometimes I cut away
old membranes of thoughts
limiting mobility. 
Other times I shape a new concept
into a brains membrane. 

Words, like sutures are sewn
bringing new consciousness
to patent/reader.

I am a surgeon with services
at no cost just ones time
and willingness to
open heart
to heal
and be healthy.

Medicine for fast recovery,
many doses of self love
and patience.

StarBG © 2017

Tripping the barometer
of my conscious mind
I merge on far side
of a reality only some know.

Attempting to communicate.
with average persons
causes walls
of puzzled eyes to open
and inferences of crazy fly.
But it stops me not.

You know my best friends are aliens and we travel nightly on amazing adventures.

I had a grand conversation with a squirrel and the tree and I sang it a birthday song.

We come from the same planet as fairies   where there is no time and we are sisters.

YES I Casting aside expectations
of one believing as I know
ALL shall wake up soon.

Inside curtain of wind,
senses rise and focused mind
begins to hear.
Stream of song reverberates,
as music of breath balances heartbeat.
As vibrant twinkling stars lead thoughts
into pastures of lighted clouds.

Sleep eludes.
while words tumbled off finger tips,
and road to poem starts
its pulsating journey.
They circulate,
as if air particles are filled
with jargon untouched by human mind.

“Who speaks in yonder hall
of prism faceted mind?”
I ask at 3AM
when many sleep?

Is it Shakespeare's shadowed form,
as guide perched in realms unseen.
He echoes a “to write or not to write,
that be the question.”
He tickles senses
to awaken breath with,
“he who writes harbors gold.”

Or  could it be Hemingway
who invites self to dance
amid sprinkle seedlings of a vision
to paint on a rainy night.

Perhaps it’s Poe a grand puppeteer of words,
who once lived in human form.
A talented soul in matrex of universe
who wishes to share
with transfusion to tweak my prose
with Ravens song.    

Maybe its an alien who stops a while
in earths space
to reveal message for those
craving wisdom half awake.
A message to move as pioneer
everyday celebration
of ones sacred self.

Inside stage of moment
even the bird sleeps,
and crickets hibernate on winter night.

Inside the solitude of
gentle sparks of creative energies
fingers dance.
They march on
tapping into holding tank
of language
meant to deposit on page.

Alas time moves on,
as daybreak hints to arrive
and moon slowly ascends
biding farewell.

As undercurrents of sound
shift and writer guides ceases to feed
with their divine song.

As I bid thee fine reader good day,
and my cavorting fingers rest
making way for self to return to sleep pastures.

Till we meet again
parting is such sweet sorry.

You the reader
with invisible face
but loving heart
keeps my writer torch
burning bright.

Glowing with inspiration.
Expanding in moment.
Aligning with gifts.

Celebrating life
on the highway
of an HP page

Oh to capture the day.
To breathe deep and savor the mystery of moment.
To ground in footsteps dancing to music of birds.

Oh to embrace the day
To let heart sing inside grace of self.
To focus on the now and not tomorrow.

Oh to abduct the day
To leave yesterday behind as well as tomorrow
To recall your essence and celebrate you.

Oh to
"carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero"
meaning seize the day, while putting
very little trust in tomorrow.

Half fairy
+ Half human
______
Full Costume.
(rounded off to Full Life)