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Did you every wonder, why young and old love bubbles?

They fly graceful and free as we are meant to.
carrying rainbow colors to open dreams.

They make all feel young again,
and remind us of our cosmic home.

They allow fields of creative thoughts to expand,
as our hearts open.

They are a gift to play with during our sacred journeys
on the planet called Earth.
Just saw word bubbles and decided to write. :)
Did you every wonder, why young and old love bubbles?

They fly graceful and free as we are meant to.
carrying rainbow colors to open dreams.

They make all feel young again,
and remind us of our cosmic home.

They allow fields of creative thoughts to expand,
as our hearts open.

They are a gift to play with during our sacred journeys
on the planet called Earth.

StarBG © 2017
Just saw word bubbles and decided to write. :)
Take notice of birds and be yourself to sing your own sacred song, then the world will be blessed
If those in your life can’t hear your love song... **** them cause God hears all.

StarBG © 2017
inspired by birds tickling my ears in morning light.
It is absolutely breath-taking..

how each of his exquisite poems sing..
a distinctive melody,
*how his mind works like magic...

sculpting the most incredible forms no one could.
Brilliance just shines through his woven pieces...
no words could really define how awe-inspiring his work is.
His meticulous sublime words...
uniquely create ingenious and flawless stanzas,

making each and every one of his craft...
out of this universe.


That is truly..
*
how gifted he is.
You awoke before the rest
Their sighs and breaths
Disappeared in the dark morning

If only they would wake
And leave you unalone
when her ocean sounds
rang the pallid chandelier
i felt my blood cook
and disappear
the pool-house hummed
in the veil of night

i wanted to speak with her
beneath a canopy of lights
i miss her bathroom floor
(the meadow of clothing)
buried like carthage salt
and the hymns she half-sings
into thin air
rain and wind swirl outside in the dark gray above
no one wants to be out in the mess now
we all just stand and stare on our porches
wondering when it might turn
deep rumbles and sharp flashes light up the sky
the roof leaks and the power goes out
poverty seeps into our hearts as the darkness grows
the wood swells and the bugs drown
here we are again, waiting for the storm to end
Look another way
Toward dreams
My hair is a tangle of black eels
Curled up in flowers
Contained and blue-tattooed
My ******* bare.

My legs hidden
I kick like a mule
My fingernails are talons

You cannot contain me
In this small Spanish town
I am not contained
Anywhere
I spill out of blue
Pluck flowers from the graves of the dead
My mouth is not for kissing.
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