My old Name
is way gone.
Changed for the better
due to awakening
inside life.
Gone to pasture
to grow like weeds
far from my flowering self.

Gone to travel back to vat of letters
from parents mind.

My old name
something
that no longer serves.
It was a snake that tried to bite
with purpose to ****.
It moved in younger days
between tall grass-like people
who did not understand me.

It grew attaching itself
with judgments and insecurity
labels I could not shake.

My name now has evolved
in shamanic journey
becoming a song
to match my heart and essence.

My new name,
destined to live and breath
as other people learn it,
and we celebrate together.

I opened my mouth.

It reminded me of its integrate patterns
lost to naked eyes.

Flake with its cool delectable treat
melted in mouth, not in hand.

It tickled awakening dreams
as white gift lite up senses,
making       me       dance,
to become
a SNOWFLAKE in mind.

It made me a kid again

I live in a fairyland in heart.
A place divinely orchestrated
with Gods hand.
Where sun shines every moment
and hearts are filled with compassion.

I live in a fairyland in heart.
A place where light infiltrates dark
and peace echoes.
Where truth vibrates every moment
and spiraling energies of love blossom.

I live in a fairyland in heart.
The place I shall go to often
The place I wish to be.

All those who die move in grace.
They move strumming a harp,
in divine orchestration.

All those who die move elegantly.
They resonate with angels,
in grand celebration.

All those who die move reborn
proclaiming  greatness with song
as they fly in peace....

playing harp of light for God and Soul.

In an HP sky of verse
words float like birds.
They fly so poets divine
watch with binocular eyes and like buttons.

In an HP landscape
verses gathers inside seasons rain.  
Sometimes thunderous poems are posted
Other times light poems that harbor rainbow.
Occasionally they even shine with sun.

In an HP home people gather
singing, laughing, screaming, crying,
in language of hearts
from around the world.

In an HP platform
magic is born tickling senses.
Becoming a melting *** of jargon
in a computer screen world.

I will chant poetic words in gratitude,
like waves inside my voice.
They’ll ride the air like a vessel,
trying to port in a readers eyes.

I shall chant poetic verse for World Peace
sending it out as a psalm.
They will move as if tickling page,
so others gather in its field of type.

I will chant kissing the moment in song.
Giving wings to words to birth smile.
They will travel to one and all
with no cost just unconditional love.

I shall chant everyday anointing many.
Galloping in melody to open hearts
They will enter the silence to give hope
as they anchor inside wind.

I will chant poetic words so miracles come,
as great dreams takes over consciousness.
They surface for new beginnings
as one shifts inside compassion.

I shall chant. I will chant,
singing in a psalmody of light.


StarBG © 2017

When I met you and we kissed,
my heart strings began playing
My breath my hand that lightly strummed.

Our tongues entwine deeply
as moments disappeared.
Fireworks formed behind eyes.
The crescendo rose
as his heart joined in chorus.

Arms linked together like unbreakable chain
each wanting a deeper hug.
In an instant a river of light vibrated
surrounding our auras making us feel bliss.
I became part of you
you of me.
Paradise in the bed room commenced.
The place in mind I wished to live forever.