Have a blessed day
filled with moments that transfer into miracles.
Have a wonderful day
where you can recall who you are and run
inside divinity.
Have a grand day
where dreams in breath weave into reality.
Have a clown-a-rific day
where laughter fills yours lungs and peace is yours.

It's Winter again.
There's a chill in the air.
Darkness comes earlier.
And trees are once again naked
ready to be coated with a twinkling glow like stars.

It's winter again.
Heavy coats are taken out of storage.  
  Boots line closet floor.
And gloves with matching scarves are kept in close reach.

It's winter again.
Snow tires are aligned.
Cough medicine is stocked
in medicine chest.
And Christmas carols
are echoing in the air.

Its Winter again
Holiday cheer opens hearts.
Stores are crowded with shoppers.
And it's time to make New Year plans.

Maybe to somewhere warm.

doors have now opened
with angels as escort.
My etheric wings take flight
drifting in pillow like clouds.
Senses awake as landscape of stars
glisten and breath explodes.

I am in a sweet dream
where angels dance gracefully
and light recalibrate's dark.

I am in a sweet dream,
where time evaporates
and lucid scenes give me peace.

Peace as I fill my heart tank
with fuel of love
before returning  
to the birth of a new day.

We artists are not crazy,
deranged,
insane,
just CREATIVELY GIFTED.

Transfixed on getting messages across
with stormy dark words or
positive ones that make mark on page.

We are artists breaking ground
on road of white.
Whereby
world can't always see
our visions and replace them with labels.

We are the ones to give new meaning to word "crazy"
to make CRAZY GOOD scenes
readers can celebrate.

I took a dream,
and dipped it
in a chocolate mind
filled with sweet thoughts.
It swirled around
with endless possibilities,
expanding with heartbeats.
When it was covered fully
dripping with aspirations,
I took a breath
and visualize myself
bringing it to mouth.
Then I drifted
in state is ecstasy.
experiencing
my true life reality.

I took a breath
and the word PEACE entered mind
aligning with morning light.

I took a breath
and the word COMPASSION expanded mind
aligning with moment.

I took a breath
and the word LOVE played in mind
to make a wish.

A wish that the world would awake
to know everyone
and everything is a gift.

Clouds drift
Sun shine's
Birds echo gracefully in ears
A great time to whisper gratitude.

Wind blows.
Feet dance.
Dreams tickle conscious mind.
A great time to bond with who I am as an ally of Mother Nature.

Every human is a sacred being wearing a hominid costume.
One adorned with different features and gifts.
Its up to the soul to orchestrate its whereabouts.
Its up to the heart to lead for a grand experience.

WORDS,
are sugar drop candy
to a poets mind.
Solidifying inside a heart
before attaching to page.

They are
energetic bundles
of creative sentences,
that carry feelings
to entice a readers eyes.

WORDS
are like premium fuel
pushing hand to write
and fingers to dance
on keyboard steps.

They are
filled with songs
like birds
to highlight visions
as rhythmic heart beats.

WORDS  are housed
in artistic poets
treasure chest of mind.
Stored to be painted
upon walls of a
vellum page

They are a gift
wrapped in a breath
that echoes forever
inside
the sea of a manuscript.

Open the window to your heart,
by a breath of intention
and you open the energies
for miracles to be experienced.

Open the window of your ego
by following the agenda of the mind      
and you will be led to a dead end.

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Today, I will bath in my breath focusing on my greatness
to set the tone for miracles to follow.


StarBG © 2017

To integrate hate into heart
releases its hold transmuting it to love
to be the love you are.

Word plants begin as seedlings of ideas
watered with breath and intention.
They grow as Pick-like pen
weeds out unneeded jargon.

Word plants sprout as roses,
daffodils and even daisies.
Sunflower-type words are my favorites.
And even with darken sky
which brings rain needed for growth

I sing outward to draw eyes.
Eyes that spark lungs to breath deep
as my word scents of phases
anchor while poem blossoms.

Right here and now,
I choose to get onto the bandwagon of love,
and ride it all the way to a peaceful place on Earth, also known as the happy farm.

the truth in reality is distorted
altered to fit societies callings.

How truth is rearranged in mind
fed by the ego who knows only judgements.

How far it is from the truth
when many walk in our  journeys
trying to please others
or fit in.

How far have we wandered from
true worth and Glory
of our hearts song to live in a
misinterpreted reality.

Truth is WE are divine
the product of perfection,
a gift to this world
Meant to wake up.
SEE IT.
KNOW IT.
BREATH IT.
LIVE IT.


StarBG © 2017

Poetry acts as therapy
prescribed by
my counselor within heart.

Verse like blanket of security
allows self to vent and
not feel homeless.

Sometimes tears hide behind words
needing to be released.
Other times phases give insights
on paper to heal
and return to self love.

Poetry is therapy
where office is open anytime.
Where each letter like a medicine
gets dissolved on page.

Perhaps YOU are my counselor
ready to read between lines
to connect with kind word.
A therapist that responds with like or sun.
The reader who whispers a love
carried in either of an internet site.

Half the fun of life is unwrapping the present of self...to find out who we are and how GREAT we are.

The moon sees all
with its crater like eyes.
It comprehends
vibrations of thoughts,
as overseer of precious earth.

The moon with amber glow smiles,
sending messages out
for earth wanders to capture
in sleeping minds.

It accomplices are shinning stars
with their splendid twinkling lights
as if every day is Christmas.

Make a wish and send it out
for they travel to the big dipper for storage.

Send those yearnings
into the vortex of luminescence dreams
for galaxy angels are readied to bring them
through the window of reality.

Release them graciously
as you drift in lullaby dreams
and moon continues to sing
to cuddle the heart.

And remember to gift the stars
with hopes so they expand with compassion
to aid their master the moon,
as your head rests on cloud-like pillow
that harbors sweet, sweet dreams.

Life is a chess game
a play, a carnival
a movie.
Life’s a musical, a drama
a dream
Life's an orchestration of spirit
a masterpiece unfolding.
Life’s an extension of love
and God.

My heartbeat is song
pulsating
to merge with
your divine melody.

Sacred rythems crescendo.
Precious music radiates in grace.

We are one conducting the
grand orchestration of life.

My barton of pen
creates inside grace
In staff of a creative melody.

I create,
as if orchestra leader.
Where words are instruments
played for a readers mind.

Ink becomes words
that are like spot lights
for verse of songs to be heard.

Vibrations move
across eyes with delicate tempo
and into heart
to aid one to float inside breath.

When poem concludes,
its an invitation
for others to gather.
Gather as language transcends
into the heart ears to digest
a song of love.

Independence from the ego
to move with the heart.
That is indeed a grand goal
for the soul incarnated.

That is where true freedom grows.
And in doing so...
it sprouts beautiful rainbow flowers.

Come ride the carpet with me
on a scribes memory.
Who grew up with curls galore
and little confidence to display them.
Who danced to her own drum
but nobody could hear her music.

Ride the carpet with me
on the coat tails of my own memories.
One where shyness took center stage
and friends were few.
Where challenges plagued and ancient healings occurred to awaken self.

Come Look through the window of my own scribing truth.
Where I toss away old judgments
and let go of those who sleep-walk.
Where I stand tall to share my gifts
knowing I have them.
Where I  found God within without and celebrate the gift of life.

Sharing her beauty,
Mother Nature wears flowers
In her sweet green hair

Glowing with wonder
Her aura breaths through the airs
Natural essence.

Unable to fight
Her petals taken away
Replaced by buildings

Yet remains patient
Waiting for a hand to plant
Primordial touch

One tree left standing
Each leaf blowing in the wind
People walk on by

Only to receive
A fur covered paw, wet nosed
Kiss and tenderness

Where memories of
beauty once blossomed, now part
Of yesterday's past

Because nature is
a giver, a mother that
we take for granted.

Two happy poets makes for a grand feast of words.
Poetry delicacies to savor
at a journal-like table where fork is pen.

Inside obstacles, pain, smiles, and jubilation one can find the formula for life but... we must balance to align inside today for inside the moment is all there is and that is where peace can be found.

We are all gifted in the human attire we wear
so breathe, connect and live
to the fullness
integrating the shadows of dark
with the light.

The stars, do vibrate
playing instruments of light
to orchestration of Master Moon.
Score is one of notes
infused with love.

Arrangement expands heart,
so beauteous scenes open eyes
for planting on fields of wishes.

Music travels to heart
silently and subtlety.
Tickling within
giving life moment to mirror life.

The stars, and moon...
something to celebrate,
in evening, when
dreams align with possibilities.

TIME, what is it???
when face to face with clocks voice
that murmurs softly.
Tick Tock, Tick Tock.

Where does TIME go?
Is a master collecting
unused moments for storage.
Tick Tock Tick Tock.

TIME fleets without thought.
Without seeing its construct
in game of life.
Tick Tock, Tick Tock

It echoes louder and louder
trying to grab senses,
as instincts take over
stay grounded on task.
Tick Tock, Tick Tock

TIME takes flight
when unaware mind
is distracted by journey.
Tick Tock, Tick Tock.

Where does TIME go,
when not in realm called
The Milky Way Galaxy?
Tick Tock, Tick Tock.

TIME dissipates.
when focused on truth
as hearts rhythm overpowers.
Tick Tock, Tick Tock is exposed

In truth, there is no TIME
only the heart
that dictates with gentle beat.
Ba Bump, Ba Bump

All thats left
are shadows of questions
and the divine sound of
Ba Bump, Ba bump.

Align And Awake

Ice is a form to gaze inside
like mirror making one dream
of sugar plum fairies.
Of ice castles where rooms invite
a poet wander to visit.

Ice is a frozen menagerie to observe
in a third eyes view
where rainbows are trapped
only for a time
until freed by a wish.

Yes ice is a gift
from natures song of crisp tunes.
Meant to skate on in a
winter wonderland moment
where reindeer fly
and one can harness their dreams.

11/11 vibrations
from universe
Intergrate me
So I may fill
with music,
to let my heart sing.

Vibrations bombard
infused with poetry
to let me scribe visions.

Fill me
with light
to let's me feel peaceful.
Fill me
with love
and let me fly
in divine energies.

We are all masquerading as humans,
so on October 31 there is NO costume
needed just the self who is awake.
Happy Halloween!

Like holy words,
the rays of sun shine down.
Striking my skin with warmth.
They spiral,
merging with wind to hid their power.
They shine behind birds wing
as feathered beings fly cross landscape sky.
At break of day, they anoint one
to dance in dreams.
And perhaps,
if you watch
the ripples of pond move
a hidden rainbow will shine
giving visions to paint,
write, and sing.

StarBG © 2017

I knew I was different,
moving from place to place,
trying to live a mascrade life
for protection.

I knew way too much
for my own good,
having gifts of not a normal man.
Horting all I could
to dress up my surreal life,
I tried to fit in.

People didn't understanding me,
feared me,even called me names
under breath but I could hear.

When moon was full
on but another fall night,
I found myself running
like galloping horse
trying to get away from burning barn.

Luck for me I perfected my
shape shifting skills in time
to give the secret police the slip.
Lucky for me I was soon
to return home to my world
safe but not sound.

LIFE IS A SONG.
One that moves inside ears and hearts.
A DANCE
that expands each day with steps.

LIFE IS A SONG.
One that echoes from light of soul
A DREAM.
that is Beautiful filled with magic.

LIFE IS A GAME.
one to play knowing it's a gifts
A THOUGHT
that pulsates to manifest wishes.

LIFE IS LAUGHTER
one to use as tool for peace.
A BLESSING
to evolve the soul for freedom.

LIFE IS LOVE.
The essence of all.

Time is captured in grains of sand
inside hour glass.

It's captured in the hands of a clock,
that spin continuously.
Unless
one forgets to change batteries.
But if so
time moves on anyway.
Yes, time always move on.

The wind howls,
as strong as any wolf
making itself known.

Trees feel it,
as their leaves shake
vigorously holding on
so it doesn't become lining for ground.

The birds feel it
careful not to venture out
as if waves are a rough sea
ready to take control.

The wind it speaks,
warning of coming rains.
Do Stay inside.

But if venture out you must,
by NO means use an umbrella.
For the wind will catch it
and carry you away.

Where did the time go?
My son is grown and far away
sowing his oats for his future.

My marriage status
is one of single,
where he now is remarried.

My mother is in her nineties
with memory gone
as my heart still grieves
the loss of my father.

And my retirement is active
so my funds must be juggled
as days melt into others.

Where has the time gone?
Fleeting faster and faster
inside my journey.

But alas, I still have
a long time to live,
where I...
shall rule my world
and make a difference.

Our roles changed
when mother became ill.
When she lost her memory
at the ripe old age of 90.

I  Became more adult and she child.
I became caretaker and she recipient.

We both became appreciative for one,
More she of me unlike past.
We both enjoyed the simple things,
like ice cream and music.
walking unaided and warm breeze.
And of course our endearing
smiles
between
two
Grateful souls.

swimming deep in mind to find the pearl in shell of heart.
Currents sometimes fierce swirl in tornado eddies.
Other times quiescent as self drifts.
One never knows what treasure lie deep in souls river.  
One never knows.

A drift in currents of sky
moving with sigh
I am love bird
inside grove third eye.

A dancing in time style    
moving oh divine
I am so free
inside a rhyme.

A singing in mind of
moving with power
I am a gift
inside this hour.

A drift a drift in breath
moving with love to send
I am a love bird.
You are my friend.