Steps shimmer beneath

the bushes, a carved staircase --


Once used by tourists.

I was dreaming in black and white,
making me sad.
When I opened my eyes
I saw movements
without a face, coming my way.
Still dreaming with open eyes.

I was in a garden,
heard breathing in my ears.
Falling terracotta leaves surrounding me.
Young green little ones on bold trees,
announcing the beginning of spring.

A soft tune from afar coming my way, caressing my skin.
I turned blue.
It told me a story, it couldn’t be true.
Children from far in pain.
Realized it was the wind, silver silk, enveloping me.

I closed my eyes once again.
Dancing pastel flowers in the wild, whispering in fragrant tongues, it opened my mind.

I was walking at the beach
hot white sand like a healthy blanket welcoming me.
Sloshing azure water, touching my feet.
Coming and going like a lovers movement against me.
I felt a heartbeat pulsating beneath me.

I looked up above at flying birds,
chirping, calling,
representing their life.
Then, an explosion of colors filled up the sky.
Moving, changing, as day turned into night.

Velvet ceiling in midnight blue suit
with little diamonds,
watching you.
Nightlife on Earth, smiling, crying.
Passion and pain.
Oh if only they knew….
That I know.
Life, nothing more
then breathing colors, merging.
A painting of feelings, nothing more.



Shell✨🐚

May you be guarded by Grace and wings made of light
beside a gentle prayer, filled with God's might !
May life be a journey of knowledge and pure delight
as you walk the path of love, may you be given sight

May your days be courageous lived out to the best
and if you get tired, give your heart some rest
May you be  brave as a soldier in this life of gest
know you're being watched from an Angel's nest

May you be accepted and favored just as you are  
reside in the knowledge that to God you're a star
May you trust in the One who holds the handlebar
if you  drive towards Him, ... you'll surely go far    

Like the Angels of heaven with wings made of light,  
like Angels of the Lord who hold vigor in their flight.

if i die young, know i died unhappy and life’s unfair,
if i grow old and die traditionally,
know i died unhappy and life was a misery

i’d tell you a tale
of all of my life’s history
but it would all be derailed and all sound pale
in the words of my mouths contradictory
so i’ll leave you with my frail words for the cemetery;

if i die young, know i died unhappy and life’s unfair,
if i grow old and die traditionally,
know i died unhappy and life was a misery

when i’ll die, i’ll die artistically
candle lights, speaking words lyrically
and if youll ask me if i could go back and do it all again, if i’d make a change,
i’d say in a heartbeat
and if i did, i wouldn’t have to repeat

if i die young, know i died unhappy and life’s unfair,
if i grow old and die traditionally,
know i died unhappy and life was a misery

for i didn’t do it my way,
i did it life’s way
if a decision could have swayed
me in another direction,
i would be happier, in the life of my correction,
that got lost and died with life
while i waited to come back to mine

so if i die young, know i died unhappy and life’s unfair,
if i grow old and die traditionally,
know i died unhappy and life was a misery

and to my life, i miss you
and to my cat-child, i miss you
and to my moms eyes, i miss you
and to my sister-child, i miss you
and to what was once mine, i miss you

Everyone stinks of something
But not all can smell it
Dependant on your olfactory frequency
Is what gives the odour credit


Pitched above or below them
And they inhale in ignorance
But tuned
Right on the money
And they will look at you
Askance.