much time under the bridges
many waters flow

daily we go to bathe
and watch the years go.

One question,

why?

and I shall
seek out the answers
until the day that
I die.

I once believed spelling was important.
But that's just stupit.

Inside a pool of words I swim,
connecting to thoughts that echo.
They flow inside wavelets
that dance gracefully.
They vibrate within heart
that beats in divine song.

Within vat of phases,
thoughts sometimes heavy,
spiral with memories like tornado.
Thoughts sometimes light,
become powerful as self awakes with wisdom.

Inside pool of creative jargon I drift,
experiencing force that guides pen to paper.
It vibrates to birth a poem into ones eyes.
It makes moment slow for
a beacon of light to bring peace.

Peace as a lighthouse of love shines
to lead an artists creative soul.



StarBG © 2017

First we learn to walk indoors,
the path is full of pebbles, *** holes.
We tumble down, kick and fight
till the floor turns plain and smooth.

Roads of life are topsy-turvy
weight and force of steps make them even.
Roads are endless, so are journeys
we make the smooth for posterity.

10th July, 2017

I am the gushing river's intent,

Somersaulting waterfall's

still moment, just before

it's touch down on the ground.

Blowing wind's sweet desire,

in it's core to carry pollen on and fertilize.

The upward ****** of the wave,

to touch the crust before the fall.

The lovers' cliff hanger moment

before the lips touch and

meld together in the first kiss.

The seed's yearning am I,

to break the crust and come out

to find a place in the sun