A Poet ******
I am gathering words
into my vat of mind.

Fingers use diving board of keyboard
to swim, as my addiction
to write increases
below moon
and sun lit sky.

I am a poet ****** getting my fix
from a deep breath where words surface
to satisfy my cravings.

Gentle, silly, emotional
and fire y words  
mount moving through vessels of heart
to fingers.

A poet ****** I am.
expanding with visions in a journey
where needs to write outweigh
needs to eat, or work.

There is no cure
for my addiction.
Only a desire to have my habit soothed
soothed by a magazine
willing to print my work
or readers willing to past the time.

With flame of love and passion
I read poetry.
Letting its words dance upon
vellum screen.
My senses attune
to flow of prose
as each verse becomes like string of pearls.

Words open my consciousness,
as visions move within third eye view.
Jargon tickles  heart,
allowing scenes painted by a poets
pen-like brush to be read
with awe.

Sometimes, poems circulate within,
gently embracing like a hug.
Other times, the words hit home
causing a flood of emotions to surface.

With flame of love and passion, I whisper
hungry day and night to read
a penned masterpiece.
Whisper, my gratitude for
art and artist
that is a gift.

With writer guide and heart
I scribe upon a blank screen.
My penned vision taking shape
as word after word becomes
steps for a readers eyes.

Breath attunes my connection
as focus and intention
is all I need for the prose to flow
like mighty river.

Sometimes a song or sound
will inspire me as I dive into a verse
trying to swim with pen as oar.

Other-times a person
will whisper a word or phase
and I am off like a graceful Appalachia
galloping across pasture white.

With writer guide and heart
I scribe divinely with gratitude
weaving the written word as a gift.

One to be unwrapped by a readers eyes
who is ready to receive my gift.

I sit with overflow of thoughts
that are now calmed by a snowy
landscape.
Beauty inside peacefulness.

I watch recollecting self
in the tranquility of Mother Earths
gentle scene
as wind caresses.

I sit grateful for the
water crystals
that grace trees and hilltops
as not a soul is in sight.

I watch warmed by fire and four walls,
watching the ****** snow
as it blankets all I see.

Perhaps before sunset
I shall wander outward
to touch the magnificent gift
from Father Sky.

WE ARE ALL BATHING
IN THE GALACTIC ENERGIES
OF LIGHT AND LOVE.
THE RIVER OF VIBRATIONS THAT MOVES
INVISIBLE IN AND AROUND US.

I BREATH DEEP AND STAND TALL.
AS I STAND IN THE GALACTIC CATHEDRAL
OF MY SACRED TEMPLE.

THE ONE I’VE CHOSEN
SO I LEARN THE ART OF CREATION
THE ART OF INTEGRATING LIGHT, LOVE, JOY,  HARMONY, AND COMPASSION
IN A REALM THAT HAS BEEN OFF LINE
FOR SOME TIME.

Rich winter snows
with their crystalline flakes
fall gracing hilltops
below Alaskan skyway.

Droplets of frozen dew
gather as if meeting with purpose to merge.
Aputi tweaks all of Mother Earths children.
Trees can’t escape
as icicles form
touching landscape.
Quiet echoes
as birds occasionally move
across canvas
of a cloudy sky.
Little footprints appear showing proof of life
in a white covered terrain
and clothing in layers are worn
to brave winter winds.

Perhaps skies will open again
with little Qanitlag flakes
dancing upon fields ready for Old Man Winters hug.
Reminding those in witness
that we’re still far from a winter thaw.

Love prompts peace to grow
Peace aids humans to recall.
We all are sacred.

We all all divine.
Worthy to live our birthright,
of great abundance.

Freedom calls from heart.
Freedom echoes inside love.
Try humming right now.