I took walk in forest.
There was music in the air
Spruce Springsteen was playing
Song played...
Spring is almost here

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

Sun I am
breathing out rays of light and power.
Sun I am  
drifting in sky to bring morning light.
Sun I am
warm you and tanning your skin.
Sun I am
Setting the way to say goodday to usher in the Moon.

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Moon I be
shinning each night with different crests.
Moon I be
vibrating light  graceful moving among stars.
Moon I be
showing my power to light up the sky.
Moon I be
something to wish upon
as one squints to see
a cow jumping over my moon.

In the shade of an old tree
I listened to great wisdom.

OUTCOME: I ROSE AS AVITAR READY TO FACE THE WORLD.

In the shade of a grand sacred tree
I sat whispering a prayer.

OUTCOME:  THE TREE WAS NOT CUT DOWN
AND I HAD A SAFE HAVEN.

carry a flashlight in my heart.
The kind I light when dark days ascend
into my waking moment.

Lucky for me...
battery-like pulsations
of a conscious mind
never run out.

A turtle moves slow
Carrying wisdom in shell
They’re gifts for mankind.

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Shell carries wisdom
Shamans use Turtle magic
A gift from Gia

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Turtles moves graceful.
Slow and steady wins the race.
Shells hold great wisdom.
      
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I love the turtle.
Their shells are oh so divine.
Turtle soup no thanks.

Writers anoint page
on site that invites,
marrying word to page
and page to readers eye.

Verbs and adjectives float
in pools of puncation
as if waves are commas
and exclamation marks the breeze.

Phases quench eyes
from talent everyday
as vocal chords resonate gracefully
to sing celebrating a fellow poem sage.

And at home safe I be,
connected to swim
in friendships
born of common interests
from one soul to another.

Oh please don't sell yourself short.
el great one’s who walks with poet inside
Oh please take breath and smell the grand roses
of your soul that calls.
That whispers for your story to be told.
Oh seeker of inner love on rainy night
stay strong in storm of tears
for the rainbow is close behind.

With tapestry of words
inside self,
I place them in machine,
constructed in mind.

They churn, and turn
like inside a washing machine.
Water being breath.
Soap the dabs of punctuation.

Bubbles form like glue,
making sentences.
Energies build as all
gently move to merge together.

Once readied
with clear breaths of focus
into a heated heart they travel,
formulating to play with beating song.
To play upon empty page.

On crystal waters I float
with back to wave as if surf board.
Rainbow hews cover sky
as sun tickles senses.
Birds fly in magical form
spiraling in moment
while heart beats upon white bed.

Pushing self onward visions come
in images of rainbow clouds.
Time stops while peace takes over
and scene fades.
Breath slows to a stop
but consciousness speaks
with no heartbeat.

On crystal waters of death I float
celebrating the life lived
while dolphins escort nearby.
While songs of loving memories
are carried in backpack of heart
as wings open.
Destination...
Home to merge with source
in great sea of universe.

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 around
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.

The ego spews out its toxic jargon
to infiltrate keeping me at a lower vibration
away from loves blanket.

The ego ACTS like a SLY FOX
creeping around
delving its paws where it doesn't want.

The Ego ACTS like a SERPENT
floating in waters of the brain
ready to strangle one out of their true identity.

But that leaves me on my spiritual journey
to squash this creature so freedom is mine.

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

To focus with intention
to have the ego surrender to it
to release its reins of control.

Nows the time to say,
“hay ego stop your nonsense and serve
by focusing on my vital organs
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.

Raise your happy level
and keep free from viruses.
Three vitamins a day essential.
A happy pill.
A grateful pill
and a pill of song
that connects to
the wisdom from source.

And extra vitamin L, love
tainted with smiles helps.

My Odyssey begins at break of day,
as sun tickles the horizon,
and I feel an excitement
for the unknown.

Senses perk
as birds fly before eyes with grace.
Moments revel a magical reality,
I assist in constructing.

My odyssey begins when head hits pillow.
As busy day and darken sky brings desire to sleep.
As I feel an excitement
for the unknown.

Senses expand
as visions grand surface.
Moments revel a magical reality
I am gifted and guided through.

My Odyssey begins
inside my present reality,
AND, forever when I decloak
out of human form.

StarBG © 2017

Writing is liberating.
Each word part of my heartbeat.

It makes time stops.
And then, one must regroup
to get back to life's reality.

Scribing puts writer into a vortex
that carries one
into new visions, divinely.
It's window that when read
can provide views of understanding.

Writing is a companion
who allows you to
speak freely anytime.
It's a voice buried in words
that gets ignited as one connects.

Scribing are words that hug
in middle of night,
when one can't sleep.
It's fuel that drives thoughts
with no red lights.

Writing is therapy where
one finds no need to hire a therapist.
It's sentences that are like a telegram line
which is electrified by readers eyes.

Scribers are members of sacred club where
membership is free and lasts a lifetime.
It's a penman’s purpose,
that comes at any age.

Writing is thought or emotion
that rockets onto page
with destination... Ones heart.

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And poetry sweet poetry
are words that move like blood cells.
Please cut me and watch me bleed.

Here I stand pealing the layers
for my soul to shine.
Inhale moves gracefully
to the exhale.
Moments expand,
as heart opens to know path.

I am alive as star-seed from distant lands.
Ready in warrior stance to
move with purpose.

Here I stand with smile aimed
at another who reads.
Reads my words reminding
all are on a journey sacred.

A good poem is like candy for the eyes.
Each word a sugary treat.
Intake occurs as eyes gracefully move
as they capture a vision for mind.
Mind digests scenes to send messages to fingers
that dance on keyboard to type a response.

Yes a good poem is like a delicious morsel
cooked in writer heart
displayed in pantry of verse.
Thank you fellow poets
you are all chiefs
with metals well deserved.

A bird spoke to me
in poetic verse
whispering so
I would sing,
dance,
And write in rythems
like birds voice.
And when it flew away
my pen became a wing
with words to flow
anointing a blue sky like page.

Drinking from breath
the elixir of life.
Eyes a-fixed to night vault
with its diamond stuttered stars.

A sight to dance with
as heartbeat plays
my tune of gratitude.

Drinking from breath
the elixir of life.
Eyes bond with fire mistress sun
who shines in grand welkin.

A sight to dance with
as heartbeat plays
a tune of gratitude.

Love is in the air

What does a rat think about when scurrying along
below starry sky?

Does it wonder what bugs and little animals it could find
to partake in an evening feast?
Or if there are any humans near by to go “eek a rat”?

Does it look at those rat hotels in parks and laugh
knowing they are way too smart for that trick?

Is it happy to be in the night breeze allowing its nose to lead it to a trash rat party at the other side of town?

DO THEY hang around in small groups listening
for the PIED PIPER
to come out and give their feet dance?

Is the rat thinking about celebrating by taking part in a full moon ceremony before they hit the garbage can?

Perhaps it’s contemplating how to stay far away from humans, as they have no clue on how smart they are.

For, most rat’s are more intelligent than dogs and make great pets but they don’t want that news to be passed around.

And as for taste, they taste like chicken but thats a secret they hope won’t get into mainstream media.... And prayed about often

Look in heart,
there you'll find your voice.

A voice that flows
like river and echoes like birds.

Voice that can touch the world
and tickle dreams.

Look into heart
there you'll find wisdom.

Wisdom to guide
into fields of harmony.

Wisdom that will bring
serenity and joy.

In trance I melt into a scene.
A fantasy of my own creation.

Mysteries unfold
in visions of younger days,
where I as a child moved freely
on fields of Mother Earth.
Where I moved in my own world few understood.

Light energies gather,
as I hues of color
red, blue, green, even black.
They cover me like blanket
integrating into cells
speaking in silent rhythms that float into mind.
They awaken me to hear divine sounds.

And as I sing in gratitude my
open heart creates
songs to dance.
Dance
in a realm just a thought away.

I LISTEN TO MY OWN HEARTBEAT
IT SINGS,
CRIES,
WHISPERS.
I LISTEN WITH INTENT
TAKING THE RED PILL
OF AWAKENING.
NOW I TRAVEL DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE
OF NO RETURN
OF HEARING TRUTH
OF BEING WITH PURPOSE

FOR THERE I WILL EXPAND.
THERE...
I SHALL WRAP MY HEART IN THE CAUSE
FOR PEACE AND FREEDOM.

Storms of emotions come
set off by hurricanes of life.
With cyclone winds that
are fed by minds ego.
They come sometimes out of the blue.
Other times I could sense them coming.

My protections to weather the storm are...
Positive affirmations.
Going into heart.
Grounding with light.
Prayer to Divine.
Things happen for a reason.
Being eternal
That situation shall pass.
Wisdom I’m not alone.

And I have had MANY
category 5 hurricanes
in my life.

Haven't You?

of every writer to allure the reader.
To take words and amalgamate them
into an offering that are like candy treats that cajole.
They don't bring weight to stomach only mind,
and expands ones consciousness divinely.

Written ditty at times becomes doorway
to emotions whereby brotherhood of eyes
get to spin in splendor.

Yes to entice a reader
is the best compliment one can get.

Hurray to the dream.

It is my journey as a love avatar
to remind others that they’re
love and light
A gift and sacred
Deserving and one of a kind
as no one is better than you.

It is my voyage as a star seed
to live in the heart and aid
the precious children
the grand animals
Mother Nature and
those people
who are awakening.

It is my road trip upon earth
to heal the self and move
with love light and balance.

A grand journey
with ups and downs it is.

Morning fog travels,
from eyes to heart,
and breath to open mind.

It moves in its own way
floating gently, elegantly,
as if time stops,
for nature to reboot.

It drifts as birds echo
in distance,
to play inside the air
to ease in a day that is to begin for many.

Morning fog,
it makes one pause
and surrender to beauty
serenity and life.

takes the night quiet
to realize life is precious
and I am so blessed

G  GOOD RIDDANCE
O  OVERZEALOUS  
O  OFFENSIVE
D  DELUSIONAL

B  BON VOYAGE 

Y  YOKELISH

E  EGOTISTICAL

Words are the fuel for the soul
to cleanse, awaken, sing, and expand.

All those who die move in grace.
They move strumming a harp,
in divine orchestration.

All those who die move elegantly.
They resonate with angels,
in grand celebration.

All those who die move reborn
proclaiming  greatness with song
as they fly in peace....

playing harp of light for God and Soul.

When it is raining
the sun shines in my heart.
When it is snowing
snow touches so I build snowman of dreams.
When colorful leaves fall I dance
celebrating the falling masterpieces.
When I wake up
and I am breathing I am grateful.

Never too far away
the vision of your face
in my mind
filed for eternity.

No never oh never
to far my
distant
lover
who floats in a memory
that stops time
as if we first met.

I step onto floor
to dance in our favorite song
gracefully.
The one that plays
everyday
on awakening.

I drift in a breath
catapulting self into visions
of us floating
in stream of love.

Moments melt into
fiery stars
that vibrate
against
night sky.

We shall meet again
when surface of skin fades
and highway
of universe leads.
For you are never too far away.

Are you ready to embrace our neighbors.
The ones who come from the galaxy.

Release old mind programing
about religion, the news media, corporate jargon.

Release whats taught in school, vaccines
space travel.

Release your own judgmental mind
to align with heart.

Align with your higher self and guides.

The angels and arch angels
and other beings.

The aliens of light, and Mother Natures allies.

Align in your heart soul
and the energy God
not what was taught in altered text.

THERE you will know freedom
as we haven't had it for centuries.

I am a cat poet,
prowling streets of mind
for a mouse like phase
to play with.

Meow! I whisper
in wind of night,
that carries inspiration
below glowing stars.

Meow! I echo,
in moment where
at any turn a phase dipped
in catnip fills lungs.

Meow I sing,
as cat antenna raise
to collect visions
ready to scribed.

Meow! I scream,
walking cross
cobble stone like keypad
toward place
where writing paws can rest

The place, that brings me to purrrrrrr
in poetic song
as I’m petted by a readers praise.

Mirror, Mirror on the wall
Won't you talk you know it all.
You see me look everyday.
I will hear what you do say.

Mirror, mirror speak and share.
I will listen with no fear.
Am I beauty in this form?
I do ask I do so strong.

Mirror, Mirror tell no lie.
I will know and I shan't cry.
For you are so grand I see.
Now I'll stop to hear from thee.

Mirror spoke and said real clear.
Beauty is real as you stare.
Cause you are Divine it is true
Live with love its what to do.

Penning, paper, and heart go together,
like peanut butter, jelly, and bread.

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Bed, kissing, and cuddling go together,
like intimacy, dreams and a soulmate.

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Thoughts, prayers, and trust go together,
like vibrations, believing and abundance.

I am an Island
with mountains high,
and river wide.
Fish I swim with,
inside currents grand.
Frogs jump as we’re one,
sprinting in tall grass.
Night crickets whisper,
with wind of my breath.
Sun resinates with heartbeat
as birds become my song.

I am an island.
carved in Mother Earth’s sea.
Sea’s waves drift
white foam that hugs.
Animals eat worries away
as they comfort and cuddle.
Sands of diamonds fill beach
as time dissipates inside grace.
Come visit for a vacation,
in a wilderness of love.

As I stand 66 years of age
I see much differently.
See with eyes seasoned,
to understand beauty in everything.
See the dark as opportunity
to focus integrating light.
See my future inside mystery and intrigue.

As I stand 66 years young I see
that love will lead the way
as I’m captured inside my inner fiery passion
and my precious dreams.

Cotton candy melts in one's mouth.
It makes a kid and adult smile.
It matches mood, as one walks through fair.

But does anyone stop and realize how unhealthy it is?