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 May 2017 Stan Patty
bluevelvet
Under constant grey,
imagine laughter and running free.
Curly hair, vanilla twilight.
He was always there,
even the worst of nights.

Big bug eyed,
he could see through the
'it's okay' lies.

Soft hands, smooth face.
The crook of his neck,
tranquility and blissful peace.

He's a constant reminder,
learn to love life and its flow,
take everything in slow.

He's a remedy,
the kind for even the most broken of souls.

He's the wind, he's the rain.
He's the snow on all of my bones,
he's the place known as an old home.
 May 2017 Stan Patty
nivek
all the world of man would put a price on your soul
and sell it before you realised it was gone.
 May 2017 Stan Patty
nivek
all the facets of life
a Blue Planet(the multifaceted diamond mother)
the jewel
in our minds.
It's like shooting stars in your eyes,
I could make a wish on you all day.
Your pupils have a comfort only found in my dreams
and the space behind is a galaxy of time
           I'd gladly get lost in.
In essence, your eyes are my infinity.
An endless pool of peace and love that I was so graciously born into,
     have happily lived through
          and will peacefully die in.
 May 2017 Stan Patty
Star BG
As I taking a step inside my journey
it reveals within conscious breath
a smorgasbord of possibilities.

Food-like dreams surface to digest
in heart, in mind in self to dance.

Aromas fill moment,
as heartbeat takes center stage,
as sparks of excitement catapult me
into new roads of reality.

Words like can’t, fear, separation no longer fit,
as my 3rd eye view intensifies to create a new life.

No GPS is needed just positive thoughts
and the breath that aligns with heart
is enough to shift me into harmony.

Come along and become the architects of this New Earth,
where a feast of love, is present every day.

Come to create the life you have always dreamed.
Choices are unlimited.

StarBG © 2017
Inspired by Archangel Michael
 May 2017 Stan Patty
nivek
cynicism
ice lolly pop

cold tongue

I remember being young
(the kind of young from ten to eleven)

all the freedom curtailed by grief

frustration
lack of love.

ice lolly never soothed the reality
of going home

and home was a place
you knew you had to find.
 May 2017 Stan Patty
nivek
melancholy
me-lanc-holy
bereft of hope

its a serious sin
its a lack of faith

its a lack of believing
in love
 May 2017 Stan Patty
nivek
there is too much love
to sing of it

impossible to write

there is so much love

I am lost to it

so much love
wherever I go

love finds me
Rivulets of flame
Lick at the wounds
Of a thousand lifetimes
And countless tears

This flame is a passion
A fire in the mind
It’s lifetime is passing
But it isn’t done lasting

Burning the strife
From a well-weathered soul
It cuts like a knife
Where the malady lies

Its heat melts the ice
Frozen deep down inside
Its light casts a glow
Where the shadows reside

This flame will not die
While the dream is alive
It runs like a stream
Through the channels of my mind

The world may be turning
But the flame keeps on burning
This passionate inferno
Will not be denied
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