"Do
You beg
For his body
Against yours like his
Is pressed upon mine every
Day into the night, dirtily polite?"

No, but I stop and think
About the chances I had
With him all alone
That I've wasted
Dreaming of
Him

Through a colorful gate, I step.
Gracefully prancing
in light of day.

Feeling,
the power of moment.
Feeling,
heart play a sacred song.

The wind guides,
as I plant my dreams.
Watering with breath.
Tending to them rain or shine.

I glide in rhythmic pleasures
surrendering to jump over rocks
until,
seedlings are ready
for harvest.

And with gratitude I reap,
blossoming fruits of my efforts.
Empowered by scent.
Invigorated by beauty.
Dancing with all my aspirations.


StarBG © 2017

My heart aches for the false flag orchestrated by the cabal.

FOR
Victims and families
of mass shooting
in Las Vegas

FOR
those families that
have to suffer and heal
loosing loved ones.

BUT
heart aches because the Cabal shadow government behind shooting
is still playing games
to try and insight fear.

THE REAL NEWS
censored to the public.
Censored because they in background
own news media
and have their own addenda:
TO RID Us of guns
so they can control and elimination.
Been done before on other planets.

THEY LIE
with their stories.
Brainwash weak minded people
to do ***** work

WE need to start  waking up and seeing with new eyes to take the cabal and rid them of power taking them to task for what they do

My only hope is that
more awaken to know
real stories behind scenes.
AND NOT approach it with anger
NOT to fall into fear which they feed off.
BUT
approach it insisting on truth
And move inside love to stops
the war lord system of control
that has gone on too long.

TIME
for all to be free from invisible matrex where our freedom is comprismise.

TIME
to release selves from *******
and finally be free to live in harmony our birth right.

TIME
To awaken and know truth
SO All can live in peace.

Wake up and learn
by investigating
yourself for I am merely a scribe
trying to send the message out
and end the suffering.

Time moves on inside realities,
were many forgot who they are
Lost to technology
But grandfather clock
still ticks in hallway.
Still echoes
to make one contemplate.
Sounds
hugs a-knocking on ears
as if to say...
"open your heart to dance with rhythms,
I gift you.
Open consciousness to release worries and ask grandfathers nearby
in realms for guidance."

Time moves on
as clock strikes one
and down they run
trying to catch up with
Father Time Divine.

Staring upward inside a starry sky,
I dream.
Dream I could be a bird
and gracefully fly.
That I could move from tree to tree celebrating with wind.

I would Strut my divine feathered form leaving them with little messages for people to find.
And then each evening,
I would fly to the highest tree
and send out a song of love.
I'd implanted each harmonized note
with light
to awaken mankind
inside love, compassion and peace.
Rock-a-bye, Rock-a bye!

Today I choose to stand in day, celebrating my inner gifts to be my own inspiration and dance in sea of moments.