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1d · 53
Circles
Music by: Francisco Casarotti

https://www.youtube.com/shorts/I23ggTGduCY

Dancing on the steps of time
remembering when you were once mine
Water color visions of a life
         that we once had...
     Together at the edge of heaven
                   we soared like winged birds.  
Circular light surrounded us
              round and round we went,  
swimming like two swans
lost in a vortex of water and air ...
A subtle touch and breath
one fingered caress and suddenly,    
                     we began more  then less  !
Then one day you went away
               and I was left alone drawing circles in the sand.  
I tried to touch the stars of yesterday
                but as I waited by the sea,  you never returned.
Blinking away the tears I turned to leave  
but then I heard you say, "stay "  
So I sat by the ocean and watched the sun go down
for I did not have the courage to walk away,
nor did I have the strength to whisper
to your shadow,    
                 "FAREWELL"   my love "FAREWELL"
A breath of fresh air
          a memory
Summer rings
         inside my heart
like a bell
  from long ago;  
Pine needles
       in your hair
scent of tobacco
         on your shirt
Skin to skin
        the heat
love,  
drifting away, like
             smoke !
Into the lofty paradise of a quiet
         mind
                          she goes
Focusing on eternity
     she breathes
     into each silent sphere
             with luminous delight !
Chakra orientation :
              she sits
             like a lotus  on a circular bed
              made of ancient gold and bronze .
Delving deeper than the
                        ocean floor
    inside a cavernous  place  
                         further still than
                God's pitch of stars
Inside this Utopian fairyland
                              of purant truth
                     Shangri-la
        the place of her new existence,
Her very own garden of Eden,
                                    more beautiful than
the promised land.
4d · 393
Witches
Witches brew its for you
Wallow not in that goo
Wall to wall mice,  Achoo !    
Wanda's spell sticks like glue    
Watcha gonna do - heh ?  
When she says, " I want you! "  
Witchcraft Day, just say Nay!
7d · 1.4k
Let Your Soul Speak
Awaken your soul
              through the whispers of
                           your senses
Breathe in the colors
                of your karmic
                           arias
Caress the stars of light
            as they fleet across the
                        heavens for you
Drink the elixhir of life
               for it is your destiny
              to be free
Every soul deserves beauty
and the essence of
         truly being seen
         Let your soul speak to you
                  life giving words of
         love, until eternity.
7d · 113
The Writer
It is time to write again
                to let the pen flow
as the breeze comes through
      my open window...

Thoughts arise like buds
                    strewn across the
               the open mind,
  
                  then when left agape  

they scatter like wild flowers
          before settling
        on my nape....
Sep 18 · 269
When We First Met
Just one summer               like no other
                        that is what it was !
You and I across the field
                          playing like wild children
          in the playground of my heart !
Here and there, everywhere
                    we were
                            angels soaring o'er daises
     unplucked*                           breathing *
Rain or shine, we were always together
                       drenched in sunlight we were poetry  
                                          As we lay softly on the
                         summer grass
the heady scent of flowers clothed us,  
                                    even rain could not wash away
                    the inhale of our innocence,  
It was a summer               like no other
the summer      when                      we first met ,
Sep 17 · 2.6k
The Shadow Of His Wings
https://www.youtube.com/shorts/1qTKOdc_mDo


In the shadow of His wings He will hide me
In the shadow of His wings he will hide
deep inside
when the morning sun arrives
it is time
when the sun has filled the sky
its a sign
In the shadow of his wings he will hide me
In the shadow of His wings he will hide
deep inside
when the evening curtain falls
it is time
when our words have failed to say
its a sign
In the shadow of your wings I dare to hide
in the shadow of your wings, deep inside....
mmmmmm  mmmmmmm
Sep 15 · 142
Our Claim To Fame
"Death approaches but we have no regret, when God questions us, we will stand *****”

It is only illusion
                and I have no proof
that when the time arrives,  
                                   I will surely get to see His brilliant smile !
It is but a dream  
                  that one day soon
He will stand before me and ask me,  
                                   "What have you done with your life !"
I have tried to live a life
                 filled with useful days  
helping those less fortunate than I,
                                         being human at every good turn.
The gray hair on my temple is a definite sign
                      that it won't be long before I meet my King  
with folded  hands and eyes lifted high,
                     I dare to ask, "Is there a place for me, Lord?"
It is only a spark of hope
                    burning bright in the kettle of my heart
I am praying that when my hourglass has sifted
                             through and through
God will say to me, " Sure I have a place for you! "
Sep 14 · 179
The Color Of Love
What is the color of love per se
is it heart pumping red
that gets to  your head
or crimson velvet like my chalet

How shall I sketch and paint you
should I outline you in opaline  
or trace you in soft green
can I easily blend in with you

Do we make a picture perfect painting
for all eyes to see
     or is it just you looking at me
don't mind me... if I do a little tinting

What color is love when it sits alone  
does it reflect every shade
              of your personal parade
is it hard to hold, or easily atoned  

What is the color of love ? Tell me.

    

Note: Per se  is a latin word.  It means, "By Itself"
October, bring me home to all the scents I so adore
clothe me in cinnamon dreams and help me collect
all the  colors that I so lovingly wrapped  
with burlap's gentle touch !

October, blush me with orange and tangerines
tint my lips with red and crimson sheen
and as the fall foliage falls away from me,  
bring me a mug of  pumpkin spice, Oh please

October, while  your busy bagging gold
I am gathering dry leaves at my feet
Raking in hopes for a mild mild winter,    
and marshmallows roasting by a lovely fireside.

After the first hard frost comes the gentle snow,  
then later on if we are lucky, a beautiful warm spring in toe...
Sep 4 · 3.5k
Love Every Day Of Life
No matter what your station in life
always do your best every day
Pick up socks, lend a helping hand
call a friend, ... go for a walk

No matter how you hurt inside
smiling will help you heal
Find a nature spot you love, sit  
trust in God, have faith in you

No matter what they tell you
own your own truth, don't settle
Give love a chance, spend wisely
be good to others and to yourself.
Sep 3 · 111
The Silent Kiss
Gentle as a dove gliding through the clouds
I am at a loss for words though here I am  
Timeless as music wafting through thin air
ageless as the stars that shine above you.  
Soft as a kiss that has lost its will to speak,  
I am an Angel, that once was yours to keep;

There between the firmament of heaven
lays  the truth of who I used to be to you !  
Semi-liquid love unspoken, ... I am starved
for yesterdays embrace that once was mine.
Forbearing light keep me steady as a breeze,    
while I lay a silent kiss, upon his cheek ...    

I'll glide into his dreams a glistening vision,  
clothed in white, like a ghostly apparition !
Sep 1 · 101
Naive Faith
Pluck me a dandelion child of God
place it in a vase and admire it !
Its just as pretty as the golden rod
and also quite potent I must admit

Believe in its charm like an infant
and trust it will light up your room
Treat it with love and though nesceint
the colors of it, will surely enfume

An original beauty now its your call  
tell it your secrets, it listens to you !
From seed to flower never a puffball
a twist of your hand and its feverfew  

Trust in the power of this little wild flower
it grows bravely for you and it never cowers.
Aug 27 · 122
Here You Are, Once More
Clear water serenely waves
                towards the shore
In your hands you hold a book
                filled with Mystical secrets
and as the sun goes down,
                         you read on
as the sky quietly turns
                            from pink to crimson
                     over the calming blue sea...
Rushing waterfalls
                  gush forth
                  from a tall silent mountain
         the outpour
                                     of water
right into the open mouth of the sea.
You sit on the sand, lifting your hands
                       to heaven,
folding your legs
             into a Padmasana position of wisdom
You get that feeling that you have finally,  
                   arrived !
Here we are
              just him and I
               beneath a tell-tale sky of high.  
I
             hanging on  
       like a rose on a trellis,
                       in a garden of love !
He
                like a garden lattice
                             sure and steady.
Worship dreams of valor
                everything else is
                         just a paler shade of
               blue...
Here we are
              the open sky and I
          and the One who seeded me
  like a rose in a garden,  
                 of pure perfection!
Oh Summer, let me count thy ways as I bask
inside the sunlight of your sunny spice
Oh Summer, may I drink from your flaxen flask
before winter turns my skin as cold as ice

Oh Summer, dance me to the end of August
then dance me to the end of love.  
Oh Summer, before my memory turns to dust
come and fit me like a glove...

Oh Summer, favored amongst all seasons
with your golden rays of yupik mesquite  
Oh summer, give me all your fiery beacons
lay your leathery heat on me, replete

Oh Summer, Oh Summer, Oh Summer,  
you'll be gone soon and that is a ****** !
Aug 20 · 117
Beloved One
Ask me not whenceforth
from which place or time I come
from, dear lufu of mine  
Beewolf and seizer of hearts
come-hither at me door Sire

Query onely beau
and without askance kiss me
Like a flowery rose dear
sitting on thy breast sweet love
scented sweetly at your side

Seek me as the root
of all that passions thy soul
Gentle as the winds
that blow gently close to thine
tousled as my wild, wild hair.
Aug 16 · 157
Self Soother Naysayer
Self soother naysayer tell me a fairy tale please
speak out a story that lingers soft as the breeze
Rein me in tight - by the light of an undulate sea
talk to me gently and rock me as if you were me

Calming yourself with a dream, let it be let it be
recall the walls of the sea and set yourself free
Self soother naysayer tell me a fairy tale please,  
speak out a story that lingers with gentle appease.
Aug 15 · 112
Ancient Winds Of Time
Rain falls softly on the purple flower as it swings to and fro
in a field where everything blooms according to nature's will
Steadfast and strong the morning sun rises in the East  
upon a lush carpet of grass soft as the ancient winds of time

Light piano keys caress my mind as I close my eyes and enter
into a reverie as bright as the orange tulips that seize me
Ferns and chanterelles bathed in beams of pure light  
I am part of and whole of, this amazing greenish forest ...

Rivulets of quiet waters glide through the sun kissed earth
aerial slides from eagles and other winglet creatures of sky
Loyal and faithful mother earth is constant with her affection
in this solitary paradise made of homosapiens of every kind

Stunned into silence I inhale the chirp of the dancing bird
exhaling into the pinery the offspring of my very soul
I cup my  hands and drink from the river, a thirsty fish
longing to finish the journey I begun, ...centuries ago.
Aug 12 · 186
Dweller Of Our Heart
"The essence in us is the same as the essence of the sun.”

Like a gold coin you sit inside me as I transcend
closer than the heart closer than the soul  
chakra of old
faint steady light
helios orb of fire
        daystar ...
                           I journey on and you light my inner path  
you shine like a beacon, in the thick of night...

Like the golden sun when it blazes like a yellow diamond
in the middle of a lovely summer afternoon
you are a cut above the rest !  
Inside me you radiate and fill me with inner strength
"Manipura"  
lustrous gem that you are,  
                                       you are the jewel of my solar plexus !  
You are the sun that lives in me,
                         the light that never fades
You give me a strong sense of self and you never abandon me.
What would we do without our precious friends
the ones who stick with us, until the very end.  
How harsh this world would  seem if we lived alone,  
isn't it better when we have a friend of our very own?

Even colors we see are a cut above the rest when we
laugh a little, cry a little, with our very own best friend.
When God made friends he knew what he was doing,  
our hearts need companionship, for a blessed journey.

The power of one word, one hug, one simple friend,  
one who can gently stand by you, until the very end.
Friendship is a two sided street, so reach out often
tell them you treasure them, ...each and every day.
Aug 8 · 119
Why We Fell In Love
As I shed myself for you
                     piece by piece
May I never lose sight
            of who I am
                           and
            what I am all about....

As I join my heart
                  to yours
May I be your loving addition
             and not your only
      what I need most is me....

As love takes us to
                      the Everest mountain
May I never have to jump
         without you
we are in this together....

As we rise to the stars
                   whether we shine together
or stay in the shadows alone
May we never lose sight
             of how and why we fell in love  !
He sleeps in the meadows
                       on a pillow made of flowers
Arc-Angel voices are heard
              from afar
A gentle wind
                  blows softly
                             at the nape of His neck.  
               Is he sleeping or dreaming ?
                                I don't know, but I feel Him on my skin.  
He created the world
                      in seven days
His garment is made of sackcloth              and camel hair
The scars in his hands
                    have healed beautifully
from the salve of His father's loving hands....
He sleeps in the meadows
                                      like a warrior King of old
who has just saved the world from a great disaster.  
Holding back floods, earthquakes, gunfires, wars
                                  he leaves behind the scent of flowers
where there once was hunger,
                  people aren't hungry anymore.
He feeds me honey from the shackles of my
                                     fraying soul,
as I fall asleep next to him,
                           soundly,  
                       like a child, who could never ask for more.
Aug 6 · 338
Desert Dreams
Calm and soundless  
         the escapes of a beautiful scenery
                                      dormant as the Pharaoh's daughter
by the early morning dawn !

Cool starlit darkness, landscapes of subtle colors,
                                         in the softest light ...
  Sky slowly transitions
                    from deep blue to hues of pink,
                                               orange  *
                                                       ­ gold *
The air is crisp and cool, carrying the scent of dry earth
                          to your nostrils, one grain of sand at a time
                                  There is a hint of blooming desert
and like flowers it falls on you, like a long awaited rainfall (inhale)  
                                                 Evening arrives,
the dreamer,
                                 lost in a desert dream
arrives at dusk's door
Looping colors such terracotta and rustic brown
                                  Closer to the Nile the heart seeks and searches
Sacred rivers flow inside the dreamers mind,
                          soft winds blow,
and all is set,
                                      AGLOW !!!
Aug 4 · 111
Silent Glances
Jazzy nights filled with romance
                      and glassy dreams !
Buildings lit beneath a sleepy sky
             of smudge coal gray
His hand gently placed in mine,
a breath away from me
he sits,
           sailor of my fantasies, ardor of my beating heart...  

A sailboat retires for the night
                      on the dock over quiet waters
inside the cafe, music plays softly
                                    like sensual summer winds
He gifts me a smile,
                                       and stars appear,
                                sending light into mine !  

Velvet time,            layered moments
                 filled with enfolding bliss
                              We share one kiss  !    
Truth be told,
he is the soulmate I longed for all my life
I am lost in love's hammock,
                        rocked by his slow candor,
I feel loved, clothed in fleece...  

Jazzy nights filled with perfume
                               and a budding slow romance
The saxophone plays on ....  
we speaking softly to each other,  
                               through silent glances.
Women dressed in bright skimpy costumes
streets drumming to the beat of the heat
A blur of eccentric colors expound the air
as we embrace the culture, the vibe...

Resilience, freedom, pride, nothing to hide
as we celebrate with rhythmic sound & gaiety
There is a whisper of moonlight in the air
that tastes up everything in sight, we dance !

Grand parades filled with masqueraded personas
spread the "Spirit of Love" be one with humankind
Calypso music, hip-hop, dance of every gender
kick up your feet, go ahead and surrender !!!

Toronto's Caribbean Caribana, here since nineteen sixty-seven
excitement like this you cannot purchase it at the 7-ELEVEN.
Aug 2 · 103
The Blue Moon Rose
Thriving in the sun she sways inside her garden
each time a fragrant wind arrives from the sea
Her lavendar blooms fill the earth with pardon
she bends at will like a tiny bud young and free

She is a rare and beautiful blue moon in my hand  
pulled from the ground she sets my heart aglow
when I inhale her, ... then I begin to understand
why she is my favorite rose, why I love her so

Giving always giving, she is the perfect flower
loosely scented in my home she is frangrance
convening with my senses with elongated hour  
this little rose of mine, means love & romance
Watch the magician place magic in her hat
feel the incantation as she,  
in stealth-like fashion
                                           feasts one eye on you....
She is an alchemist with a sword of illusion
rabbit tricks hold you spellbound;

Blurring the lines between fantasy and reality
with the sleight of her hand
she transforms and vanishes !
Zig zag lady tricks,  divided into sections
high magic, low magic
a benevolent white dove appears

Observe carefully the magic that occurs
Chronometer moments vanishing time
luxurious ships are launched,  
                                        inside your mind !   
Hypno-levitation wands, magical performances
a necromancer holding alchemy in her bare hands.
Jul 31 · 675
Tibetan Flutes
Here we are
       this and now  
          never turn your heart away !
Hear the song
that comes out strong
                then sweet ...
pure upon your lips of red

Birds of paradise
              fly high
           as they soar towards
                         the sun !

Here we are
                you and I
                        living for the other
                            as if we'll never die !
Quote  By William Arthur Ward:
A well-developed sense of humor is the pole that adds balance
to your steps, as you walk the tightrope of life.

We were young and filled with responsibilities
new to town, married and in our early twenties
My husband needed surgery and I didn't drive
with two small kids I had to find a way to jive

When I got to the hospital I bought him a souvenir
one big fury ape with a grin that said "I'm here "
He wasn't in bed so I put the ape in bed instead
a nurse came in and almost fell over with dread

He came out of the washroom and found  it there
when it comes to humor we make quite a pair
He soon recovered  and the ape came live with us
I took driving lessons and now I don't take the bus

This is a true story of how I used humor to cope
years have come and gone still I climb the *****
Using humor in a crisis can surely help my dear,  
it can ease the soul and help you when you fear.
Jul 28 · 125
OH! THE FLOWERS
Flowers outside the schoolroom grew bigger and brighter of their own volition. " Alice, Alice !" the teacher called.  All she saw was a saucer eyed girl sitting,  staring out the window. Sober as a Deacon she sat there with her mind blow-stitched to the earth.  Fireworks burst in the sky as a big purple blubber bounced out "Alice, Alice" ssssssssss was the sound it made as it  cupped out O with a sticky jelly mouth.  
he was from outer space
unlike her own race
he was soooo, gooey gooey!!!
A slight change in atmosphere and suddenly Alice fell topsy-turvy into a dark hole.  Exotic energy clung to her as she spun out of control and dropped into an inter-stellar tunnel filled with brilliant stars. Faster than the speed of light she travelled into a non existent wormhole.  A sweet little paper plate with eyes, nose and mouth greeted her on the other side. He spoke the infographics of his knowledge to her, sending shock waves of pleasure to her extra-sensory perception with telepathic communication;    
Lost in gravity waves  
time dilation ...  
She arrived safely.
Oh the flowers, the flowers were everywhere! Each specific tessitura sang to her in baritone, soprano, mezzo soprano and tenor.  It was an elevation of the highest senses.  Through vertical angles the sound was outsourced, so she listened with continuum " Alice, Alice " is what they sang in chorus.  She tried to determine where the melody was coming from but deep down she knew that this heavenly music was an extension of her and them.  Oh what a sweet tonality it was, both subdued and energetic at the same time. As the galaxies split, the tidal forces merged together and suddenly it made no difference where she was or how she got there. All she knew was she was finally home !
Jul 27 · 277
By The Streetlamp
Sputters in the thick of night
setting the pathway ablaze!  
Flavors of foretimes return
bittersweet as my spirit;
A street lamp pours out sweetly,  
upon my shoulders of bare.
Recalling honey-dew words
I weep, ...bitter tears for you.
Jul 26 · 73
GOTCHA !
Tingly skies full of surprise oh how I love when with surmise
the little rascal aims his dart as if it were, poetic art !

Cupid found me and turned me into mush
when he walks by I suddenly begin to blush !
Cupid has my number and when he rings my bell
I feel all sugar coated, dipped in love's pell-mell

Cupid God of desire sets his darts on fire
toasting hearts and filling them with great desire
Cupid loves to match us heart to heart  
fitting us together we will never part  

Cupid isn't stupid in fact he's very smart
he loves people and calls everyone,  "sweetheart"
Cupid knows his arrows are extra-extra hot  
and when it comes to love, he always hits the spot.    

When cupid's arrow aims for you, there isn't much that you can do !
Jul 19 · 69
Those We Love
"Those we love don't go away they walk beside us every day"

Years may come and years may go
still the memory of her scent still flows  
"I'm praying in an angel, just for you"
she'd say then whisper, "I love you"

Echoes of her love still stir in me  
beneath the silent hush of her carefree
The story of our lives , cache of gold
hidden in my chest, never to grow old

Years may come and years may go
she walks beside me every day.  
Those we love don't go away,  
inside our hearts they always stay.
Jul 18 · 79
The Essence Of You
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RYUERgJ9csc

SOFTLY FALL INTO THE MOMENT WITHOUT A CARE  
BE IT IN YESTERDAY'S GREAT SORROW
OR TOMORROW'S MUCH NEEDED LAUGHTER  
EACH HOUR YOU LIVE TODAY WILL BRING YOU CLOSER
TO THE BREATH... FOR YOU ARE THE ESSENCE OF YOUR
SOUL'S INTENT !


COME HOME TO THE DAWN DEAR SOUL,
BE AS BRAVE AS THE EAGLE THAT FLIES IN THE SKY,
WITHOUT A SINGLE BACKWARD GLANCE !
RETURN TO THE ESSENCE OF WHO YOU TRULY ARE
AND EMBRACE THE GOOD THAT IS REFLECTED IN YOU
JUST LIKE EVERY BIRD WHO FINDS SHELTER DURING RAIN
FOLD YOUR WINGS NEATLY AND ERASE EVERY SEAM
YOU TOO CAN PLEAT YOUR LOVING HEART AND REST,  
BENEATH THE WONDERS OF THIS BEAUTIUL WORLD !

SINK SOFTLY INSIDE THIS MOMENT,
FEEL THE ESSENCE OF WHO YOU TRULY ARE,  
A PRECIOUS SOUL HAVING A  MIRACULOUS EXPERIENCE,
HERE AND NOW !  
NAMASTE
"Heart sets up vibration echoing wordless intent, mind translates in symbols      the flight of our soul’s ascent ! "

Where does the wind blow through when the soul is having its drink?
Intent on learning, living, giving, receiving, how does it come to glow?  
If the stirring of THE soul IS God's way of conferring, let's sink
into the abysses of His love and sip from the fountain of His know!

Does ascension of the soul happen while on earth or does it begin up there?
Are we aiming to grow like wild weeds, between the cracks of a sidewalk?
If the waterwheel of life is being turned by an invisible hand from thin air,
then we must be Kenetic energy, just like the water that falls by the clock.

Oh how our lives glow when we choose to take one single step for mankind
Oh how our hearts grow wise as we choose to live through Avian connection
Where does the wind blow through each time we are being loving and kind?
If stirrings of the soul mean ascension then we better give it good direction !
Jul 14 · 222
A Real Cup Of Coffee
a little humor to make you smile !

A real cup of coffee feels nice on the tongue
it has a pleasant mouthfeel and it is warm
Some think dung coffee lists high on the rung
while others believe it contains fungi-form

A teenage diary with a fountain pen nib  
quiet often it holds emotions real true
Melodramatic entries sometimes its a fib  
oh it comes easy when your feeling blue !

A serious person has two brows knitted
thinking about things between the ears
A stand up comedian often quick witted
peak-brows it as he jokes & draws near.
The gales of November sit still on my mind
while I stand to remember the Maritime blues
Twenty-nine souls cradled by the sea
perished as the gales of November blew free

"We're holding our own just like an old shoe "
transmissions and messages lost in debris !
Superior storms blew hard and unfettered
as the gales of November amok, ran the sea

Twenty-nine souls gone astray with the wind  
and the mountains and lakes still echo for thee    
Its a "Lightfoot" connection that sings of your plea    
as the winds of November blow wild and blow free !
Love is the lubricant of the soul and the emollient of the heart, both  
Unguent and viscous, it is like butter in the summer heat
Banish it from your life and suddenly everything will dry up, like a    
Rose wilting by winter's call.  Lubricate love with a sense of purpose    
Invite joy to sit at your table and oil your dreams with hope.    
Care for your inner self and nurture your mind and body....
A lubricant made of peace and forgiveness can reduce friction  
Nature has a way of polishing and moisturizing the mind and    
Truth be told, gratitude can be the greatest lubricant of them all.
Never had I heard a flutter so clear!
nor more distinct than the settle of midnight wings;
                    Soft gray wings spreading, fanning  
coming to a gentle fold,  
soon to follow, a nightingale's song,
                           lilting the air.
                 Such a blessed union is rare!
Light and dark shadows tranquilly sharing space
One perfect moment  seemingly forgiving,  
the gentle harmonious embrace,
                          of bird and sky !
Never have I felt so powerful against the night !
no more indefinite than a feather in the wind.
                           My heart beating slow as time
comes to a standstill before the soft caress
                     of a nightingale in flight!
Chiaroscuro moments on the soul
                      oh how I wish that I had wings
to fly and meet him in mid air....
never had I heard a flutter so clear nor a song
                         so very dear to me...
The End.
A creation by Joe and Mystic
Jul 8 · 102
Pyramids Of Light
Open your heart to multi-dimensional reality
for when it comes to the soul,  
                                 it is not about frugality

Dive into new possibilities and transverse
into the abyss of new cosmic hope,
                        Oh! Being of light, diverse !!!
Jul 5 · 405
Tether Me With Flowers
Tether me with flowers
bring me sunshine everyday !
Do not ruffle up my feathers
when I'm doing it my way !
Fasten smiles upon me say,      
"Go ahead, do it your way !"
Jul 2 · 152
MY MOTHER AND I
By day, I followed her around and watched her every move, for she was bigger than life itself. But when the sun went down, she would change into her uniform and go out into the summer evening. Busing it she'd go to the local factory and work on an assembly line. They made confectionery sweets there, and when the boss discarded them for being broken or imperfect, he allowed the staff to take them home to their families. I'd sit at home doing my homework, waiting for her shift to end. Quite often I would be too tired to stay up until midnight and since I had school the next day, I'd go to bed by nine. In the morning I would find a box of pastries called Palmiers in french palmyè, sitting on the kitchen table waiting to be enjoyed.
When the sun came up we would both sit at the kitchen with a tea in hand and talk before I had to go to school. When she hugged me she smelled of spun sugar with a touch of fixative from yesterday's hairspray. All around her was a peaceful presence, as I enjoyed the warmth of her capable strong hands. That was close to sixty years ago and still today if I stand by a bakery counter taking in the scent of cakes and sweets I can still recall my mother and the way she moonlighted just to make ends meet.
Another feather in my cap of feelgood memories from days of yonder. Tune in tomorrow for another story in my lifetime.

The End.
Give me the colors of a rainbow and I'll be your heart's extol  
or a petal from your favorite rose so I can place it in my soul;
Send me the pillow the fairies have gleaned with watermark  
I'll hold it to my chest until I hear the melodious coo of a lark!  

Be a Spiritual Gem inside me, I will polish and make you shine  
like a soaring star I'll glitter so you know,"I'm truly~truly thine."
Jun 29 · 66
TRUMP
Quote by: Blue Sapphire
"One can only give what one has, be it love or be it hate !"

Where do we place that cup of hate when love's bitter pill,  
has been swallowed?
How do we move back into love when all is dead and gone?
Do we fold our cards and peacefully accept
or do we play the wild card of hate and send
resentful snakes slithering down the path of a broken life....
Where do we find the courage to love again after hate
has devoured our sense of compassion and taken away
the virtue of forgiveness?
One can only give what one has, so will it be hate of love
that wins over, in the end.  
It's your card game so let me know if you decide to fold
or Trump it !
Jun 28 · 233
When Lightening Strikes
So whom does the lightening
strike ?
While your hiding behind
that big oak tree.
Jun 25 · 102
Pure Fantasy
There once lived a one eyed girl who had twenty twenty vision
she used her imagination each time she turned on the television

One peeper would sleep while the other one looked and looked
through a slit she did perceive each dream her mind had booked

Viewing the world from an angle of one hundred and fifty degrees
her reverie was safely tucked inside an eye of healthful protease

A whimsy girl that she was with a soul that always gave thanks
in a dress of Eiffel Towers, one eye saw the other drew blanks

Monocular hallucination, she'd often see things that weren't there
and when she saw something she liked she'd pluck it out of the air

Visualization of the highest order, fluid as the wild Pacific Ocean
creating pure fantasy with one eye open, as the other one slept.
Jun 21 · 167
How High ?
I woke up this morning
with a thought that said
I think I can I think I can  

I woke up with the sun
making swirlies in the sky
How high, how high ?

I woke up believing
I could change the world
and so I did !!!
Jun 19 · 167
The Invisible Wand
Wrapped in the solitude of one blessed night
the moon-eyed moon wanders lightly and alone
inside a vast and deep, darkly expansive sky
Dark cores of light glide
through a dormant ether,
as butterfly shadows play softly against
a dense canopy of leaves.
A still figure appears as if by chance,
underneath the cadence of the light,
swaying like wavering puppets on a string
she meditates on
the fast appearing stars ...
Creating magic from the tatters of the night
she's an invisible wand to the world
but unto thyself, she is as full as the moon.
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