do you even know what's happening to me?

mirrors
are
just
glass
and
you
are
more
than
that

steady hands, ready hands
unplanned affection, genuine emotion
witnessed by colored noises
and ignorant minds, curious eyes

was i too good?
to be kissed by a saint, by an angel
whose wings were clipped, were drowned
in a sea of lullabies

in the most appropriate place
in The Most Appropriate Place
i sunk in my seat
i grew in the heat
of the moment
i saw grace
in the moment
i held grace itself.

Strike the match
Write it as my epitath
dance in heaven
and never come back

I am consumed
by the magick moon
smell the perfume
of the girls on the prowl

I made a star
I made it alive
he is everywhere you are
You cannot die

As I know
death is an illusion
You have one soul
You dance on the ocean

I am consumed
by the magick moon
smell the perfume
of the girls on the prowl

Join the circle
Come get it out
Pay your homage
To the one all about

As I see
Through the darkness
and sail on the sea
With his tender caress

I am consumed
by the magick moon
smell the perfume
of the girls on the prowl

The beautiful creatures
With the beautiful features
Who've been condemned and used
Since of the beginning of the ruse

Oh star child
You who run wild
come dance awhile
with me and everyone

I am consumed
by the magick moon
smell the perfume
of the girls on the prowl

The sound of the owl
The glistening of the star sky
The sensual world and its howl
With my dog mask I howl for you

As I view
The girls dancing
Around the fire
Filled with desire

I am consumed
by the magick moon
smell the perfume
of the girls on the prowl

of the girls on the prowl
of the girls on the prowl
of the girls on the prowl
of the girls on the prowl

have you ever been so lucky
to find heaven so close to you?
to see your dreams in the works?
i think i'm one of the few.

if being a slave means serving my salvation,
i would happily die not seeing how my fairytale would end.
i would not let myself go to the ball and dance with the prince who's supposed to be my ending.
i would choose you.

i would choose you, my tragic, tragic you.
my sad story, my death, my tears.

if being a slave means serving my salvation,
i would.
i would always.

I sculpt like clay, words into form.
Form into expressions.
Expressions into eyes.

I wander in a sea of words.
Words into magical waves.
Waves into sentences

I feel words inside heart.
Heart that explodes in grace
Grace that touches my poems.

I midwife my poems of light.
Light that hugs the many.
Many that sit as audience to read.

A word performer Yes I am,
as words I write sending no spam.
I bind with thee and do not tarry,
words I string as if to marry.

I stand on balcony of page,
and inside light I walk as sage.
To touch with words that dance in mind.
To make readers feel yes divine.

And if perchance my words give sight,
I will cheer gently with all night.
For then I’ll know my jobs complete.
Perhaps someday we all shall meet.

StarBG © 2017