Earth without music is empty.
Earth without forgiveness is lonely.
Earth without compassion is unnatural.
Earth with out laughter is sad.
Earth without light is darkness.
Earth without love is impossible.
Earth without art is Eh.

Earth... climb on board and live,
Live with love, art, laughter, forgiveness, compassion, music, and Light.
Its the only way to be

Scarecrow stands in wait
watching cross fields of florets.
"Beware birds of black,
begone and don't come back.
For I am mighty scarecrow.
Standing guard catching breeze in hat."
StrawJack , intoned to crow brat.

Straw man stands in wait,
taking job seriously in straw abode.
With pride loving his Mother Earth,
he dances with wind in mirth.
He's Friend to all who bloom
and bells that croon.
Spending company with
passing clouds and moon.

I am member of the society of poets
We travel on fields of white
planting words.
We see with different eyes the world
full of emotions to purge and scribe.

Our society is large.
building everyday,
as we gather at all hours
to shoot the breeze with phases.  

Our stomping grounds
are grand landscapes and dark caves.
Oceans wide to battle rage gallantly.

Our hearts are open
as we take spear like pens
to write at times bleeding in verse.

Sometimes our poetry is light and airy
like summer breeze, and singing birds.

Other times strong like fire-y pit
where words burn almost scorching soul.

New members are always welcome
to play with words
releasing dark to merge with light.

Fair warning I give you...
For there is no return once thee join,
as heart takes over and bug bits deep,
making you member forever.

I live in a Temple of Strong.
A place in heart,
where I dance through
clouds and sun graciously.

I live in a temple of love.
Where I generate compassion
and smiles with intention
and reached out hand.

I live in a temple of self.
Where I nurture my own wisdom
and hear choirs of breath
to awaken.

I live in Temple of Peace
dancing to celebrate
my souls journey.
Welcoming all to visit
inside these exciting times

I live, in Temple of Dreams.
Where celebrate the gift of life,
moving with creative flow.
Where God lives within.  

I live, in Temple of Gratitude.
Where I cry, laugh, run,
and walk,
moving with creative flow.
Where  I travel in moment
inside Peace,
Jubilation,
and Abundance.

Gloom and doom
you shan't not get
your vice round thee.

For I hold reins of love
strongly to steer clear.

Dark thoughts
you won't consume me
for sun returns each day
with rays to persevere.

No you can’t suffocate me,
as self has toiled to recognize
your nasty jargon that surfaces
and breath is infused
with laughter at thought.

Mind integrates with heart
to carve new beginnings.
To dwell in the home of heart,
as bells tolls
to the truth of God within.

Oh no your monstrous fangs
will eat my flesh no more,
as self in warrior mode
command you to melt away.
To cease your rambling
for suffer I won’t
under your rule.

Not this day, or ever.

She twerks
I party