From little seeds of evergreens
a whole story can be learned.
Ovule's dances in Gia’s soil
bonding with dirts cool blanket.
Pips move in a weaving
stream of germination
as Gia sings and sun calls.

From little seeds of evergreen
a song of love pulsates with grace.
Echoing as it's filled with blessings
Whispering softly as it rises
to hum with Gia’s heartbeat.
“I can. I can grow tall,” is earths lullaby.
“I must. I must grow with prosperity of leaves.”
rings out tickling seedlings dreams.

Kernel susurrate’s slowly underfoot
assured to break ground.
Expanding in every moment,
as bugs in dark landscape step aside
as insect kingdom recites earths secrets
encouraging growth
to speaks of oneness.

From little seeds of evergreens
plenty a tales are implanted.
Spun so it gathers power to break ground.
And as it grows taller to meet sky,
tree begins to share to birds
its journey from earths soil.
Tree starts to vibrate with yarns
to sun and clouds
Its narrative of confidence makes it reach heights divine.
Tree stands welcoming all to hear it’s testimony
to life’s gifted from Gia’s love.

Eyes... they peruse the poems posted
from a scribe’s diary of heart.
The place where visions collide with paper
and jargon-like seeds are planted.

Eyes roll around in their cup like home,
visiting in moment and gifts that calls.

And when a GREAT poem grabs
to push them along to make reader smile,
they begin to blink away.

Its their only way to clap
and show appreciation.

A clown I be so won't you look,
behind my cloak so fine.
In-between my special song,
I move with silly rhyme.

I dance, I wink, and I do smile
my light of happy moves.
When you meet me you will feel,
delighted inside grove.

Grove to let go all worries,
to move in harmony.
Laughter is the key so grand  
to drift in life so free.

I do plant a seed each day
so inner child comes through
It is what I love to do
to bond with you so true.

Doot la doddle I send love
Doot a loot ya hoo.
Deep inside you are a clown.
Just let it come out too.

A poem,
is brushed upon canvas-like page,
as witter dips into paint-can of creative mind.

Colorful phases get mixed for
perfect hue of expression,
to match their feelings.

Brush strokes, get dabbled
across fields of white
until the perfect vision is accomplished.

And then...after working their craft
born is a masterpiece
like that of Michael Angelo and Rembrandt.

Blessings to the poet, who is in a class of their own.

Inside river of breath I expand
drifting on a silken plane for peace.

The beautiful wind tickles beating heart
The beautiful visions catapult me into an endless quiet.

Inside river of kaleidoscope dream I awaken,
moving gracefully in a galactic highway.

Beauty surrounds striking the cortex of heart.
Eyes wander in awe,
as light body fills
with stardust energies
igniting imagination.

Mountains of light
float in a silence as loud
as a river of stars that calls
to follow.

Starfish body glows to swim
in waves of wisdom
gathering its gift
while peace pulsates
inside beauty.

inside a fountain of light
spiraling energies kissed by universe
anoints.

I’m alive in a place
where pain and strife melts away.
Where time is swallowed up
in an instance as I let go.

Heartbeat expands
as moments float away
in clusters of heavenly bodies.
Thoughts celebrate the moment
to bring joy to all senses.

Take me soul,
into the golden dream
for peace.
I call with vigor.

Take me wind,
that merges with breath
inside opened heart sails.
For I wish to
explore eternity.

I wish to
I move
with eyes that touch
Gods magnificence.
That touch magic of life
with gratitude
as an entity of light.

the swasticka
so associated
with hate and ******
when in truth it’s been used
across the world for centuries
meaning:
Light, love, peace, and joy -  Pleiadians.
Abundance and Eternity - Hindus and Buddhists.
Peace and wisdom - Greece and Druids.
Well being and Luck - Sanskrit language
God and Magic - Hinduism
linking Heaven to earth - Pythogoras and Navajos
Life of Life -  Christian

A sacred symbol of life and eternity for thousands of years
now has blood upon it and is one of hatred,
My heart is saddened
as my jewish heritage is strong
and trying to release it
is almost impossible.

If courtroom benches
and chairs could talk
they would scream out.
"We heard enough.
The Judicial system needs to be revamped
to bring freedom back,
and arrest the corruption.
They can’t talk
but a poet can
and has.

A struggle it is...
to save sunlight inside mind when many must come November ,
set clocks ahead one hour.
Standard Savings Time, a silly concept inconveniencing those who
love to linger outdoors.

All the same,
I will take its challenge
to rough the waters of winters breeze,
and step out to parade below
magnificent diamond sky.  
Diamonds valued at well over 20 karats
that my creative mind shall wear.

Under blankets fluffy blue
I meander, into landscape grand.
Passageway opens to follow
map of stars gifted
as body releases control.

wandering souls destination-
the big dipper
with its wide mouth
and cyclone vortex that
gives access to places unknown.

Vibrations tickle senses,
as coasting in landscape of celestial bodies
I swim inside.

Time stands still and
songs play in mind
as flashes of light carry
to dipper doorway presenting its invitation.

Without delay
thrusters of thought carry
self into a place never gone.

A place where love vibrates
and peace is required.

Star light angels greet warmly
as breath is softened and all limitations
are relinquished.

Serenity is mine
as I melt into surroundings
and feel part of everything.

The reality, I plan to take with me
when I make my journey to home base
of human form.

StarBG © 2017

In a sleepless night
hands connect to keyboard friend
a grand poem is born

I died when I met you.
Having your arms wrap me divinely,
to make my heart sing.
Having our breaths join,
as you gave me unconditional love.

I was reborn when I met you.
Having you awaken
my inner wisdom to fly free.
Having our beings reacquaint  
as my veil was lifted.

I now carry you in my heart,
intertwining with love
between our different dimensions.

As you and I move in peace
holding each others hand
in present journeys of our souls.

Deep inside the foot of my soul,
I dance.
Dance,
with the kiss of a moment.
Before a grande meal with gratitude.
In front of my day that inspires.

Yes,
deep in the foot of my soul,
I dance.
Dance,
in celebration for who I am am.

And
in night when sleep
is at my doorstep,
I sense my souls sweet smile
applauding.
Applauding the dance
of a lifetime I lead,
as I follow the music of heart.

Autumn,
is upon us tweaking our senses
as weather changes
and closets are shifted to heavy wool.

Leaves adorned in brilliant tapestry
paint pictures for eyes,
as crickets end their seasons song
below the winter solstices.

Crows echo,
with a hello Winter
urging self to decloak closet with tall boots.

Chill stings,
making self wish for one last day to dance
in summers grip.

Suddenly,
Indian Summer appears to tease
as  heavy clothes stay hung in closet one last time.
As prayer for a precious days gift
is whispered inside new seasons dream.

A dream,
that perhaps
this continent of North America
will have a mild winter.

What's better than watching TV?

Watching snowflakes fall gracefully swirling to land and make piles of beauty for kids to laugh in and self to smile.

Watching a child see the ocean for the first time and ready to jump in to play as adult joins in too.

Watching as a double rainbow emerges after storm  to make on take out camera to snap it's memory.

What is better than TV?

Living life connected to nature, the moment, our divinity, and God.

You my behove’d
I shall love forever
and a day.

You were my icing
on cake of life.
When you left unexpectedly
stars stopped shinning
and heart exploded
in rough waves that
rolled down face.

Days darkened
where only solace was
my bed and holding
memories.

How could life be so cruel
I thought for we both
just started a relationship.
We both knew we had soul connection
as you showered me with unconditional love.

And soon after
feeling stuck in hourglass of time,
where sands smothered me
I awakened to see your face
in a ray of sun.
When I heard voice of bird sing
with notes that changed into words
I listened.

“Wake up and look.
See me I am in everything. I
am in the gentle breeze to give you a hug,
and Spanish fly whispering in your ear love songs.
I am in moment that expands with sunlight to warm heart.
I’m inside your heart beat that plays with memories.
I am in song that echoes reminding
that I am still sending you unconditional love.
I am now your spirit guide
and shan’t live you side.”

With deep breath
I turned on the radio
and there played.
"I will love you
for a thousand years
And a thousand more."

I cried happy tears
and started to live again.

Now, whenever I hear
the song, A thousand years
by Christina Perri
I think of you Curtis dear.
You are my shinning star
and whispering Spanish fly
on wall serenading me with love.

I stand and glance at sun
to feel its sweetness
like Arabic honey.

I move drinking up
the essence of breeze
like sweet wine.

I dance with mixture of gratitude
like a grand porridge
simmering in heart.

I stand and walk celebrating
life as I do breath.

If a poet was in love with you,
you can be sure
your beauty
would be scribed into poems forever.
Carved like fine sculptor
wishing to get your perfect form  
captured with descriptive words.

You'd be adorned
with fine words, as if priceless jewelry.
You would be
fuel to light his desires to scribe his love for eternity.
You would be the envey behind many a readers eyes.

And if both were poets, then the world would be graced with
many a romantic poem.

Moon oh moon do shine
reminding we are alike
you shining, me bright.

Moon oh moon so round
I marvel at your greatness
so I'll love myself.

Moon oh Moon do shine
holding me on restless night.
Moon hug with light.

चंद्रमा ओह चाँद चमकना है
याद दिलाना हम एक जैसा हैं
तुम चमकते हो, मुझे उज्जवल

चंद्रमा ओह चंद्र इतना गोल
मैं अपनी महानता पर आश्चर्यचकित हूं
तो मैं खुद को प्यार करता हूँ

चंद्रमा ओह चंद्रमा चमकते हैं
मुझे बेचैन रात पर पकड़
चंद्रमा आप प्रकाश के साथ गले लगाओ

I opened window,
and in came the wind
caressing my form.

Cool air merged with breath.
Breeze caused curtins to dance.

I opened window
and in blew
fragrances of flowers.

Air sweet tantalized my senses.
Heart opening to sing in heartbeats.

I opened window,
and in shinned morning sun
with grace.

Rays brushed aura to smile.
Steps graceful celebrated in dance.

I opened window
and felt the love in moment
escalating to fill heart.

Love that anointed me gently.
to whispered gratitude
as I waved you a hello.

Sometimes, I have a grand idea.
A vision to write and share
with poet community and beyond.

But when self approaches screen,
finger freeze, as if in a frozen pond white.
As if letters stare back with eyes
that can’t see reason.

Moment drag as thoughts are stagnant
in a mind-like pool.
Words swimming helplessly whereby
all I could do is hope for a
preserver-like spark to rescue me.

The idea is lost in the whirlpool of thoughts
so I drift.
anxiously waiting for a new one to emerge.

I set dial in heart for harmony
to overrule ego’s agenda.

Turning dial with breath
empowered I become.

Steps move in dance  
Moment are celebrated.
Connection with all of self
thats divine commences.

Its a new day
to experience miracles tucked inside mystery.
To shed veil and be true self.

Its a process.

My heart aches for the false flag orchestrated by the cabal.

FOR
Victims and families
of mass shooting
in Las Vegas

FOR
those families that
have to suffer and heal
loosing loved ones.

BUT
heart aches because the Cabal shadow government behind shooting
is still playing games
to try and insight fear.

THE REAL NEWS
censored to the public.
Censored because they in background
own news media
and have their own addenda:
TO RID Us of guns
so they can control and elimination.
Been done before on other planets.

THEY LIE
with their stories.
Brainwash weak minded people
to do ***** work

WE need to start  waking up and seeing with new eyes to take the cabal and rid them of power taking them to task for what they do

My only hope is that
more awaken to know
real stories behind scenes.
AND NOT approach it with anger
NOT to fall into fear which they feed off.
BUT
approach it insisting on truth
And move inside love to stops
the war lord system of control
that has gone on too long.

TIME
for all to be free from invisible matrex where our freedom is comprismise.

TIME
to release selves from *******
and finally be free to live in harmony our birth right.

TIME
To awaken and know truth
SO All can live in peace.

Wake up and learn
by investigating
yourself for I am merely a scribe
trying to send the message out
and end the suffering.

One poet collaborates with another,
as words become like *****.
They fight in mind trying to anchor on page.
They move swimming gracefully
tweaked by both writers
whose gender...doesn't matter.

End product, a poem they call their baby.
An infant ditty for all to come and look at
with the possible reply of their love.

Sparks in breath spiral
as cells now expand.
Rythems of heart play,
As steps dance in grace.
I recall who I am.
I know why I came.

Let's align to celebrate
and send love outward.

I fly,
as a human angel
not with wings
but with dancing steps,
a smile,
and reached out hand.

I fly,
in winds of compassion,
steading the energies
to feel peace,
as my inner soul
comes to surface.

I fly
encompassed in moment,
listening to wisdom
of sacred bird, animals
and to
align with neighbors
near and far.

I fly,
remembering
who I am,
and why I'm here.
Here to pass the love,
in hopes that it goes viral.

StarBG © 2017

At drawn in breath I hear a voice.
A song that whispers inside wind.
It echoes oh so lite and crisp,
awakening sweet love.

I walk in song as music plays,
to guide me as I smile and bow.
The moment it does melt away,
as God and I do dance.

We celebrate inside the sun,
that rises after night does leave.
And I will bow inside your hands,
that shelters in the rain.

I do not wander far from view,
that comes as I do play in dreams.
I know that dark I will release,
as freedom knocks at door.    

The love from spirit is so strong,
that enters as I move in life.
My heart it beats with gratitude,
as I now know God’s truth.

Yes I shall be content to walk,
and feel emotions that do cleanse.
I take great comfort in my day.  
I do not walk alone.

Oh as I take ease inside heart
wisdom does march upon my mind.
It anchors in my sight to feel,
the blessings in the wind.

Within sweet love I’ll fly graceful,  
to understand I am a gift.
And play rhythms of heart I will
to honor honeyed life.  

And within voice that cheers me on
I’ll conquer all my fears this day.
For now my purpose comes so clear
my fate to aid is sealed.

My wings are words
letting me soar in scripted wind.
My breath is one that makes me sing.

I am a poet with wings
wrapping my flight-plan
inside phases.

When clouds come,
I fly through them
toward rainbow sun.

When night comes
my words becomes stars
lighting my path.

I am poet with wings,
anointing  page with melodies
Songs that whispers
my dreams of peace.

I am me.
Strong.... a mountain
Beautiful... a sunrise.
Boisterous... a birds song

I am me.
Delicate... a flower
Curious... a visitor
Resourceful... a dream

I am me.
Precious...a gift
Smart...a sage
Eternal...a fairy

I am me.
Creative... a rainbow
Unique...a idea
Precious...a crystal

I am me
Shinning...a star
lonely...a teardrop
expansive...a universe

I am Me
Love...a poem
Invaluable....a treasure
Holy...a soul

I am me.
Divine...a master
Graceful...a swan
Blessed...a blessing

I am me. I am you

I carry two treasure chests in my being.
They’re engraved in gold
and a gift from soul.

First chest is kept in heart.
It carries love infused diamonds
of happiness and joy,
dreams and song,
peace and harmony,
that when opened dissolves sorrows.

Second chest is kept in mind.
It carries words infused with light.
Verses of rhyme for poetry.
Phases of visions for prose.
Jargon for stories to emerge,
that make pen dance.

How to unlock these strongboxes?
Simple, with the key of breath,
I carry in lungs at all times.

Ring, ring
off the wall it rang,
gabbing my attention.

Anxiety built
in a time before phones
announced called
I reached in breath.

My hunch was right
Oh its you
ghost from past
I heard,
begging for another chance.

My heart re-opened
as in off key he sang
our special song.

I gave him
another chance....
Once a unfaithful archoholic
always one.

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HP island,  
a place with waters
for eyes can swim in waves of words.

Where breezes of scenes crafted
by artistic hands blow free.

Where one can deep-sea dive
in verse gracefully,
seeing fish with rhyming tails

A place to follow
the bubble magic of visions,
and observe sunken ships of stanzers
filled with memories.

Beware sharks may bite
with sharp phases
to cause an old hurt to surface.

Be careful to put goggles on
so eyes won't get deluged from sea.

HP a seascape place for all to bath in
under a palm tree of dreams.

It has been forgotten
that stars sparkle
because they are innate
specks of light and love.
Specks that fall upon all
integrating inside
the human form.

Feel it.
Embrace it.
Savor it.
Be the light you are.

Few Know...
When it rains
Its raining rainbows,
hidden in each drop.

They expand, as they hit ground.
Multiplying to bond with a rivers essence.
Filling lakes with their sweet energies.
Making puddles for kids to splash in
And plants a chance to grow.

Raindrops once on earth,
mirror their inner selves.
SO when rain stops,
the sky opens with rainbow majesty.
Thank you rain.

With meter wide I wear my smile
with teeth so pearly white.
as I do take deepen breath
I have miracles in sight.  

I bow with gratitude to sing
and move so wings take flight.
This day opens up with faith
as I now feel so right.

So I smile connect with all
we are grand mirror deep
It is time to hear Gods voice
that echoes of so sweet.

I bow with sun oh so bright
vibrations we all be
as we recall why we’re here
we than becomes so free.

Weather you carry a cane,
or dance inside young age.
Wisdom lurks within your heart.
as yes you be great sage.

For as we do move with trust
our hearts beat oh so fine.
We must realign with truth
we all are so divine.

With flame of love and passion
I read poetry.
Letting its words dance upon
vellum screen.
My senses attune
to flow of prose
as each verse becomes like string of pearls.

Words open my consciousness,
as visions move within third eye view.
Jargon tickles  heart,
allowing scenes painted by a poets
pen-like brush to be read
with awe.

Sometimes, poems circulate within,
gently embracing like a hug.
Other times, the words hit home
causing a flood of emotions to surface.

With flame of love and passion, I whisper
hungry day and night to read
a penned masterpiece.
Whisper, my gratitude for
art and artist
that is a gift.

I write,
to purge my soul
weather eyes read it,
or ears hear.

I write,
with a driven passion/obsession
from where I don’t know.

I write,
grazing like animal
upon a milky white field.

I write
anointing page with words
that whisper, echo, scream, cry,
light, and dance.

I write,
as time fleets away
and treasures emerge.

I write,
as a sage
whose heart beats
in rhythms of a song.

My feet are like turning wheels,
breath the gasoline,
road signs smiles of others.

My path opens at crossroad
where positive thoughts propel.  
Where birds surround
encouraging me to sing.

Feelings,
become focal points
as I glide with grace.
Eyes a glass pond
to see visions grand.

RED Lights flash,
giving time to stop
and be my own observer
of life.

YELLOW,
a chance to rev up my dreams
with abundance of memories.

GREEN,
like a flag waved at car race
to release my forward motion.

Driving up mountain,
I tap into speedometer of heart
guided by the suns rays.

Hour unveil cloudless sky,
painted by blue horizon.
Cruse controls set,
provides enjoyment
as breeze touches consciousness
of moment divine.

A moment where my own vehicle
radiates with freedom
to maneuver inside gift of life
inside gratitudes fuel.

And the trophy, is mine.


StarBG © 2017

And as I slept,
a beanstalk grew
right outside window.
Its tap on pane
whispered with wind awakening me.
With surprise. I rose gazing upward.
“Does a giant live up there?” I wondered.
Like wings my feet took hold.
Body moving in acrobatic style like monkey.
Higher I traveled till up top I reached
Until I could see a giant big and powerful
loving and beautiful
The giant was self
The stalk my journey.
And than I awoke

A reservoir of word wavelets
cascade in heart
moving gracefully.

Undertow pulls
until oar of pen spins
to begin scribing a poem.

I writer swim
with breaststroke
encased in heart,
as white peaks
catch sun and visions expand.

They float becoming free verse
that moves like birds,
in creative moment.
Moment that has no bounds.

Inspiration
you fill my mind with visions
and eyes with scenes.
You fill my pen with action
of dancing words.
A playground for a writer to scribe
And reader perhaps to dream.

I whispered to sun.
“Won’t you come out and play with me.
as I gracefully dance below your rays of light.”
The sun smiled answering divinely,
as it played peek a boo with clouds.

I whispered to moon.
“Won’t you come and play with me,
as I delicately sing sparking
like another star in your robe of diamonds.”
The moon smiled answering with light,
as it played vibrating strong in night sky.

I whispered to my dreams.
“Won’t you come and play with me,
as I may celebrate life with gratitude.”
The heart answered in rhythmic song,
as I felt a blanket of miracles emerge.