And I shall steer my vessel.
My sacred form upon
tides of great evolution,
as I drift in state of meditation.

Sun shines,
while menagerie of birds
surround with sweet sound.

Clouds dissipate
revealing rainbow sky
as consciousness awakes.

Guides come to lead
into the caverns of the heart
where drums echo.

It’s a grand moment,
whilst miracles on horizon center
in telescope like breath.

A grand day, as gratitude fuels
and pirate egos no longer stalk
so I move in peace.

And I shall hallucinate my thoughts
into a vast sparkling pool of creativity.
One where fish swim gracefully
and heart sings to celebrate life.

Where verse becomes
like drifting wind
I catch in breath.
A place where pen rises
to oar my minds boat.

A boat where waves of poetry lead.

A soul pens stories...
Some in written form,
Some etched in heart.
All become masterpieces
in journey towards enlightenment.

Meet mistress color.
She is your friend.
The Red Goddess signifies love.
The yellow optimism.
Green prosperity.
And purple peace.

Meet the male deity of color.
He is your friend.
The Brown deity teaches to ground.
Grey lets emotions flow.
Black invites silence
And orange anchors new dawn.

Meet your inner self
It is your friend
It mirrors endless possibilities
and carries dreams with rainbow light.

Blue grey amber eyes
become sun that shines on poem
rays empower words

Without readers eyes,
poetry would be dormant,
drifting in field of page.
Readied for the sun
rays of brown
blue, amber or grey
to anchor in vellum sky.

Without your eyes
moments would
echo absent of clarity.
Poetic painter
would long for exposure
in museum of minds

Regardless pen moves on
trained to release
a road for one to follow.
The reader who carries
the sacred sun of eyes.

Human life is like a book...
The middle being birth.
The end death.
And the middle
a souls adventure of expansion.

Human life is like a book.
A grand story
unwinding with feelings as words
and moments as footmarks.

Once concluded it’s bond
in spirits core memory
to take one then
to a new book-cover of spirit.
A new beginning of
chapters where a sequel begins
with a beginning, middle, and end.

If I was a crystal vase,
my poems would be flowers.

If I was a ceramic glass,
poetry would be like liquid
overflowing.

If I was a spirit incarnated,
poetry would overflow
to be gifted to the world.

Spring has knocked on my doorstep.
Birds being the doorbell
for eyes to perk.
Frost melts away revealing
trees of green and flower bloom.

Sunshine is the exposer
of photos.
And peace aligns with breath.

I stand grateful to open door
as my heart smiles
for a visitor
I have met before.

Sometimes I sit at my desk
and think that MY poetry writes me.
That it bubbles up like rising dirigibles
tweaking my impulses to write.

Verses become effervesce tickles
to launch heartbeats.
Canopies of breath filled with words
get syphoned into heart.
Bristol waves of passions
gracefully float
traveling
from heart to hand with pen.
Dancing Pen to crystal page.
Golden text to readers eyes
and than perhaps a readers hand
who graciously gifts me with sun
and smile.

The deity of love did speak
from her pedestal of love.
Words pulsated
in swirling imagery
Dark fades into a light song.

Her pen had wings
anointing air of page.
Her presence was felt
as each stepping stone of words
tickled eyes.

The deity of love drifted
waving her wand of love.
Smiles anchored with harmony
as verse became
golden necklace of pearls.

And when she disappeared
to move in territory of universe
her words stayed
to gift all who gathered.

Hail deity of love
I bow in your honor.

Inside kaleidoscope kingdom
of poetry
I elope with my words.
Moving in grace with wind
With swirling colorful light
making feet dance
voice sing
and pen write.

My pen is filled with ink of love
scribing in positive song
to open a heart.

I bathe in sparkling energies
moving below sun and
hue’s of moon.

I echo in a vortex
where time melts away
and visions anchor.

Freedom is my motto
as I pass love baton
from one word to another.

And as my kiss
harnesses love
I send them out in a poem.
A poem to be catalyst
so a reader can dream.

Love’s infused in the feathers
that floats inside grace.
It travels near and wide
to send blessings to eyes
as bird carries it cross world.
Avifauna’s are the avatars to pass love.
Hold a feather in hand and it anoints you.
See it move cross screen of sky
and it tickles mind to awaken.
They are the cognizance spark
that gives wings to heart.

Guess thats why...
there are so many birds
on Earth.

Everyday should be celebrated
as if it is one's birthday.
That way gratitude lives
with smiles and peace.

I live my life as if in a cartoon.
Moving inside laughter, tears
and colorful visions.

Yes, I live my life in a cartoon
dancing, romancing, and prancing
on the big screen of life.

Perhaps when I leave source
will present me with an Emmy.

Open your heart to the mornings sun.
The dawn that holds unlimited possibilities.
It’s the gift that holds miracles,
inside breeze,
song of birds,
and the heartbeat of life.

Present your dreams to Saint Matin
The Sunup that wraps eyes in moments blanket.
It’s your thoughts that sow them into reality.
In yellow diamonds.
Pinks so luxurious,
and red-oranges a glowing.

Greet with gratitudes voice at first light  
The genesis that gleams with brilliance.
It’s the self being divinity in motion  
in the journey.
Awakening to spirit
and inside celebration of love.    

Just breath into the Canticle of morning
it is rhythm of love and harmony.

an expansion of self
my poem flows,
becoming like a liquid
inspirational waterfall of verse.

Droplets
tickle highway of air first
to land at home of page
where words can blossom.

Heartbeats are fused inside
tapestry of vellum.
as I write in song with pride.

Emotions deep swell up
to touch a readers eyes.
And moments melt away
as grace fills my passions.

Inside expanded self I sing,
hoping someone
will join in accompaniment
with their graceful moving eyes.

I shall give my prayers
and wishes
to the stars
that shine like precious moon.

Give my aspirations
as Father Obe of night
has its star children
collect wishes.

And When moon shines brightest
it means wishes were received
He smiles
with rays of light
to doll them out
to passing angels.

And then I am delivered into joy.
to shine just like one of his stars.

I see my mom in clouds
as I walk.
Feel her In the gentle breeze,
and melody of birds.

I hear her in my mind
ushering me along
with guidance
so I be blessed...
And see her in dreams
as she moves
in realms of the after-life,
peaceful.

I say I don't care that I hear not
from my son
BUT I LIE.
Deep down is a scar that will not heal.

I say its ok if he doesn’t call
he has obligations in a different state.
But thats a lie and deep wound
thats known to break the scab.

When I see a son and mother
on street my ego hides my pain.
Thanksgiving and birthdays come
and I lie awake
playing the question in mind...
What did I do that was so bad
for him to hold back his love.

When Mothers day is at my doorstep
I keep busy so I ignore the pain.
When a youtube shows a family
I try to ground by making
a deep breath bandaid
to keep wound dry.
as I connect to source.

Months go by
and avalanches build
with mini cascading emotions
that sometimes fall
chilling me to the bone.
They carry a sadness for days.
until I tuck them away
telling myself its ok he’s just busy.

Telling myself that time heals
as I send him love in ethers
by way of candle.
But the scar is always there.
Ready to ooze when I see
something to awaken it.

The only cure is Doctor Jeffrey
(my son) but he is out
doing calls for his life purpose.
And it seems he’s not available
to take on a mother patient.

My stalk like pen
moves in wind
like corn on a summers eve.
Words call tickling air in breath
as pen takes a stance.
Corn husks feed the hunger
that grows to plant this moment.
A moment where poetry is within

And ink will mount stallion white page
as if pen needs to catch the words.
Words to be corralled inside a trotting verse.

Perhaps later I will sit by fire
inside my tire
and hear foal poem neigh--
I say with hooray.

I'll have some butterscotch ice cream
Hold the sprinkles.
I like mine nice and smooth,
to fill my mouths sweet tooth
To set my taste buds a smiling.
To energize these tired bones.
Yes, I'll have some butterscotch ice cream
and when I'm done I'll have some fun
under a butterscotch sun.

A POEM,
becomes like an ice cream cone
meant to lick up with eyes, as if words are sprinkles.
And waffle cone is the screen that wraps the verse.

A POEM,
is the fuel that tickles consciousness
so one can fly inside another’s perspectives.

A POEM,
is like a cobblestone road where each word
is a stone meant to walk on with eyes.

A POEM,
is the gift the writer presents even if the two never meet.

Rain, rain come today
plants are hungry I do say
flowers want to bloom for eyes
giving beauty as they rise

Rain, rain do not stay
I know rainbows on its way.
I will than take camera out
with a smiles I’ll click and shout

POETS,
people who scribe as sculptors making masterpieces to hang in their text museums. And as for the reader...They are the ones who visit.

POETS,
one's sometimes filled with pain and insecurities that must write so they keep their sanity.

POETS,
the gift to mankind who can change the world
with one reader at a time.

P0ETS,
EVERYONE IS ONE
WITH A STORY TO TELL
BUT, THEY JUST DON'T KNOW IT AND THEIR EGO JUDGES BEFORE THEY PUT PEN TO PAPER
SO OFTEN THEY NEVER LEARN IT.

I be a link
forged by authentic self.  
The higher part that drifts
in highways of stars.

I be a nexus threaded
with spirals of love
energies and poetic song.

My inner glow pulsates
as moments become hours
and days years.

I am coupled
with compassion
and forgiveness...
the fuel that launches
my vessel inside dance.

My sacred journey
brings me to your eyes,
and perhaps face as dreams align.

I be grateful
for the pond that mirrors
myself reaching out
to touch the world.

Care to link up and expand
with humanities necklace
of light?

Theirs always room for
another tie into the love chain.

I will rewrite the stars
inside breath and prayer.
I shall stand with my inner power
to bring dreams into reality.

The tidal wave of creation
and light flows inside.
Tweaking my thoughts
as I stand before life.

I will rewrite the stars
inside moment
standing in power
and dance upon stage
to show the winner I am.

I be a mirror of all
other stars in life's arena.
All the other human stars
that move on this planet.

High in the sky of my mind
I write.
Flying inside a poetic song.

I sing from heart
as birds gracefully
paint the sky with voice.

I will stand
facing night sky
releasing a wish
on a shooting star.

A wish that one of my poems
will be the poem of the day
that goes out
to fill all inboxes
on the road
of a Hello Poetry site.

And thus said...
I echo
gratitude and AMEN.

Your eyes they travel
in my road of poetry.
They meander toward heart
as rivers of verse anchor.

Your eyes are a gift
crystal and grand.
They are the window
to align voice to sing
and ears to hear.

Your eyes will launch
you the reader into day
to flow in your greatness.

To flow as your meant to.
As I celebrate
you in the place of your lives.

I stand in breath
at break of day
raising head up high
to who I am.

I’m in the dream of life,
with eyes wide open.
and heart in song.
Coming alive,
with every breath.
Every moment
that carries blessings.

I stand inside light,
clearing past to
look in mirror of self
smiling at what I see.

When rain comes, I dance.
When storms fill pathway
of sky I’m ready for rainbow
to realign me to The Divine.

I stand reaching hand
to share a hug
and speak my truth.
We are in this play
TOGETHER.

The gratitude love bug is on the loose.
I hear there is an epidemic
crossing the nation.

The creature flies
moving through walls
and while one sleeps.
Moves out in fields  
and in the air one breathes.

There is no cure
but relief is felt
when one exhibits love
and whispers gratitude.

Its cousin is the forgiveness fly.
It too is moving through the countryside.
I know I got bit by both.
Living with its symptoms
of longing to express
is quite divine.

What about you?

Bejeweled night sky,
with its stars a glistening.
radiate like waves in a dark blue sea.

Mr. Moon
becomes like mighty spider
spinning a loving ray
calling all to glance.

Stars vibrate in
Vortex of smiles
as paper thin clouds
drift cross sky.

Mistress sun is busy sleeping
as it shines hidden
becoming backdrop
for the stars glimmer.

The night is young
and I am wandering in a field of no sleep.

When I die
I shall go
to the banquet
Hall of Eternity.

Where a paradise exists
as deep and beautiful
like hearts ocean.

A place where love
penetrates the atmosphere.
And stardust
energies whisper
inside the realm of no time.

Where freedom and peace
is the golden thread
entwined inside  
hallways of The Divine.

Where I shall awaken
to have  grand feast
where dishes are fuel
for enlightenment.

“Everybody is ones teacher”
Echoes the trees
as I sit in listening mode..

Even the birds chine in
with a blessing tune.

And sometimes the thunder storm
from Mister Thunder  Cloud
who teaches the hardest lesson.

But where theres a tear theres
healing long awaited for
comes and then
a rainbow forms.

It has been forgotten
that stars sparkle
because they are innate
specks of light and love.
Specks that fall upon all
integrating inside
the human form.

Feel it.
Embrace it.
Savor it.
Be the light you are.

I carry a rainbow in my heart.
Red like a juicy apple of wisdom.
Orange to paint my dreams.
Yellow as the radiant sun
Green to dance on sacred land of Mother
Blue as deep as the oceans sky.
Purple to aid humanity.

I carry a rainbow in my heart
one that holds infinite possibilities
inside love.

I am a star
in my own right
glistering and shining
inside vast
Universe.
I glow with ambers
to launch dreams.
Vibrate light
to be a living
compass.
etch my brightness
into a dark night sky.

I am a shinning star
pulsating to find
a planet sidekick
to carry my heart.

I trapeze with breath and eyes
cross page of write
It tickles in a golden tone
that opens heart.

I swing from word to word,
Phase to phase,  
and Verse to Verse.

I glide in a place
where there’s no time
but for the bird
who whistles at dawn.

I trapeze graceful
with gratitude
for a poets treasure
that graces the mind.

Oh if we could rewind our consciousnesses
and learn to make our lives more peaceful.

To expand without the pain
and uncomfortable
circumstances

To step out of bed in morn
and just play never having to
move in a fast forward walk.

But alas that would leave us
with no hands on experience
and ability to look back
and see how far
we have evolved.

No way to thank those of dark
who brought us to light.

Some say our human lives
are like a riddle.
To be figured out...
reasoned with,
played inside its song,
and sometimes laughed at.

I say, life is
a bowl of amazing fruit
and when pits are gotten
one must just replant it
and watch it grow divinely.

Or let your consciousness expand
as you move into
an orchestra pit in mind
and play with the musical instrument
of the heart.

In the jeweled dew of
daybreak I sit,
upon land
raising hand in prayer.

Birds plant seeds
of song in ears.
They are the songs
of gratitude
for the treasures of life
before me.

My treasure chest opens
with golden nuggets
of memories.
The good and bad
that serve my soul.

My riches supply
insights and visions,
to launch my vessel
of human form
with grace and style.

And so I glide
in a day of
endless possibilities
and miracles
that push my sails
to harbors where
perhaps our eyes will meet.

Oh to think...
just 66 years
and 358 days ago
I was born.
Just a kid destined to
have grand experiences
good and bad.

Oh to think...
Soon I shall embark
on year 67.
Mystery and miracles
do wait at my doorstep.

Oh to think...
more huddles to jump
and gold metals to get.  
More tears to cry.
and hugs to collect.

More wisdom to gather.
and gratitude to shout.
More friendships to make,
as I move about.

More dances to take
as miracles soar
my souls journey blossoms
in peace thats for sure.

Jokes are the fuel,
to jumpstart day.
A day when eyes get clouded
by darken sky.
As dreams need to be
put on back burner
when life grabs.

Laughter is the fuel
to jumpstart our day
when heart battery is low.
and the need to ignite
with breaths intention calls.

Jokes...
the gift wrapped up in a moment
where the internet is just a click away.

And I shall move
dressed in gentle breeze
of aspirations.
Searching for the
one to fill my heart
with love.

I move, in forest walls
and open lands
carrying backpack of faith
and hope.

I dart from pond to pond
hoping to see my prince
emerge who will
shelter my dreams.

Time passes,
as I embrace the sun
welcoming its friendship
and encouragement.

As I surrender
to realize
many a frog must be kissed
before finding
my beloved princeling.

Ribbit Ribbit, me thinks I
hear his song.

Some children in High School
have tongues like switchblades.
Sharpened at home
in parents care.
They scar beautiful souls
trying to live in an often cruel world.

Children in High School
have tongues like cutters,
that should be left in doors mouth.
They cause pain by bulling
thinking they are immune to persecution.    

But they will learn,
as shields are formed by
those transgressed upon.

AS parents take control and
dole out punishment teaching them to
  leave their tongue bolos firearms inside.

AS people awake to not tolerate
their insensitivity and ignorance.
After all...we are all one. We are all gifted.

Words lost over time
I search for
wanting to feel serenity.

Moments expand
but senses seem dead
as winds chills surround.

Months and years pass
as familiar tunes of
I love you mom,
or how are you?
are void inside ears.

Words still hidden
in the alcoves of ears
as time passes
and pain continues.

Sadness of emotions
rise and fall
inside levee of heart
as he holds the key
to my balance.

Distance and busyness
brings one into actions
so my search continues.

Perhaps, someday I will hear them.
Perhaps my heart
will be lifted
to fly.

Sunday
over easy...
Make it a diamond day
to sparkle with your dreams
the ones you hold dear.
Sparkle in your divine self
the one who is eternal and sacred
Sparkle from facets of challengers
that are opportunities to shine brighter.
Sunday
Over easy
No fears

Fast food establishments
are not food.
Its manufactured garbage
not deserving of a divine body.

Its fake food
hidden behind fancy commercials
that fool the brain.

Billboards brainwash
and big newspaper ads
pull one thinking
they have free will.

Prizes and playgrounds
entice kids
who in turn urge parents
to go out.

Turn off the TV,
the ads that play in mind.
Turn on the truth
in heart
and respect your body.

Try eating at home
and take kids to dollar store.
They will enjoy it more
and have nourishment.

And do stay away from soda
not natural,
it’s a corrosive.

My friendship
of heartbeat
sings in honor
for your being

Our friendship
becomes a deeper
bond more than
brother
of sister

Our friendship becomes
solidified and valued
inside crystals of love.

Crystals that shine
as we move
in the dance of life