The games of our relationship
is confusing.
Your moves and statements
make me wonder...
where you stand
and is this love.

Guess I should pick up chess
to play
or just walk away.

In my childhoods shadowland,
I wander
trying to purge remains of
hindering dark.

Ghosts rear their heads
to remind of things unsolved.

Pains like broken heart,
untrue judgements
and exclusion.

I raise my sword to fight
ego dragons that wish to
keep me trapped in cave
of thoughts.

No I am a champion
and shall win
with blade of breath
and focus.

I shall triumph to walk
in sun where shadows
are burnt away
and only
rainbow light remains.

I am a riddle sometimes
the rhyme of a heartbeat.
I am a tale of more than two
cities traveled.
I have gone
to never never land
and returned
filled with stories grand.
I am a mystery
where intrigue fills veins.
I am a ticking soul
that knows no limits
on highways of verse.
I am the I am
a poet
who's blood is ink
and dreams visions.

We on Hello Poetry
and all sites of poetic nature
are a family.
We Bond with the best
Poe, Dickinson Whitman
Frost, Platt and Cummings
All those whose heart
expelled masterpieces
that world celebrates.
Who know how to tame the written word.

We are all lion tamers
where are pens are whips
and fortitude outweighs fear.

Grand Family, move over
I the poet is born
growing stronger everyday.

Move over for I claim
my place as you hug me
in ethers of forever.

The rest of the world
just doesn't see me yet.
But they will. They will.

My consciousness drifts
as I move on soil
tweaked by a poets walk.

Their steps imprinted
in Mothers soil
as seeds to grow within.

Whitman tickles me
so I may create visions grand.

Thoreau echoes,
as I put pen to paper
and echo while sitting at pond.

Poe speaks in caverns of mind
giving perspective of the dark bird
that whispers “Nevermore.”

And Dickinson whistles in wind
so self anchors
to born a masterpiece.

Yes I am blessed,
to walk in a writers shoes.
To scribe from inside heart
where flowers grow,
and poets of past live.

Catch the ball of LOVE and pass it on.
It will expand and becomes a home run.

Thank you for daring to open your heart
to see with new eyes for peace.
To walk parting the veil,
so others can dance

Thank you for looking at your authentic self
to see the treasure within.
To move as the gift you are,
so others can expand.

Thank you so much
for being in this place
to celebrated this moment.
To look at these words
so  you align
with your soul that is love.

TODAY I dipped my mind in a fairytale.
It gave me grand visions.
A landscape of dancing letters
that spiraled into verse.

A place where little beings gathered
to urge me on as I flew
with wings inside poetic song.

I dipped my mind in a fairytale
and flew through rainbow light
to land in my heart.
The place I plan to stay.

We are inside a Love Revolution.
A path where light integrates
to shift the inner self.
I smile, and you catch its feverish energies.
I dance, and my steps envelope graciously.

We are all inside a Love Revolution on earth.
The place where senses awake
and hearts expand.
I bow, and you feel its power to expand.
I celebrate, the you in me and the me in you with honor.

We are artists creating with a canvas of love.
The moment harbors rainbow opportunities.
I sing, and you join in to harmonize.
I pass the baton of love, and you carry it outward.

The revolution cannot and will not be stopped.
JOIN IN, as this love poem travels
to the eyes with purpose
to free all souls.

With our own truth,
we will rise inside diversity
to move to celebrate
humanities future.

Sun rises
infused with rainbow light.
Birds sing
generating vibrations
to make all sing.

With our own truths
we shall move in peace.
Dancing inside hearts
for humanity to be free.

Free to
radiate compassion
And see the hands
of each other’s God.

where would haiku be
without seventeen great words
just another poem

A word or two of
encouragement from others
makes me write some more

If courtroom benches
and chairs could talk
they would scream out.
"We heard enough.
The Judicial system needs to be revamped
to bring freedom back,
and arrest the corruption.
They can’t talk
but a poet can
and has.

Just think
with over 7 billion people
In the world...
it means there are more than seven billion stories to be told harboring in Gods consciousness.
Each tale is unique integrating dark to light. Poems are in abundance as well.

That means God is a hell of a story teller.

I wish I could be a pig!" A little boy said to his mom. "Why?" His mother asked curiously.
  "Because I could wallow in the mud and not be told I can't." "But dear you would also be subject to being our holiday dinner." She added.
"That's OK mom at least I'd be part of Easter to celebrate Jesus's birth and than I could go back to play in Gods castle.
" Oh the mother said grabbing her sons hand and bringing him outside.
There they played in the dirt together without a care in the world until it was time to come in and eat. (  ignoring the looks from other family members )

One can learn much from a young child.

Inside box of crayons
lives a whole universe.
It pulsates for hand to grab
and explore an imagination.

Nebular's of colorful star energy
is embedded in its box
with no real walls.

Children know its power.
Adults do sometimes.
Even animals like chimp
Congo heard its call.

Inside box of crayons
magic lives where time stops
and noting can’t be achieved.

No mistakes are made
in its kingdom of colors.
Come,
the ticket is inside the box.

Life is a chess game
a play, a carnival
a movie.
Life’s a musical, a drama
a dream
Life's an orchestration of spirit
a masterpiece unfolding.
Life’s an extension of love
and God.

Once bite by the writing bug,  
there is no cure.
The ink substance gets into bloodstream
causing one to be drawn to pen like magnet.

You could try ignoring its symptoms
where **** get expelled from darkness of night.
Or try to resist its temptations
as experiences of life mount
and
a strong drive develops
at any hour of night or day.
Resistance is futile and inevitable.

It's sting is known to cause bouts of dizziness,
pain and a fever from life if one hesitates too long.
And, once started time seems to stop.

Eventually it subsides to a dull pulsation of heart
but, it's always there to grab you until you purge a poem.
Throw up what you stored in your cells and mind
so peace can follow.

Doctor Star has spoken.

Can people when disclosure is out
accept what has transpired
and integrate the dark
so our separation can end?

Will people open hearts to compassion
as the gates of truth open and many learn
who did what to humanity?

Can we bond together
and not commit acts of violence against
those who played roles so we stand up and be free?

Can we wrap the truth around our heads to anchor love
our essence purging all the lies
so we can join our galactic neighbors who wait?

I believe we can. I believe we can.

I stand at break of day
"letting the fantasies begin."

Allowing the chess game of life
to commence,
as I queen human
touch other king and queen humans.

The pawns are those who
are still sleeping to move in the matrex
where reality is orchestrated
by elite who are now loosing.

May they wake up soon
so they learn that
we control our game and we all
can live in the castle of our dreams

CONVERSATIONS
are like seedling words.
When they spout within
a bouquet of a poem is held
in heart and ready to be shared.

EMOTIONS
are reservoirs of visions.
When flood gate is opened
feelings flow and are gathered
to be scribed for peace.

SCENES
are like windows of opportunities
When floating into eyes
they become fuel for a poem
to be launched on a site.

My wings are words
letting me soar in scripted wind.
My breath is one that makes me sing.

I am a poet with wings
wrapping my flight-plan
inside phases.

When clouds come,
I fly through them
toward rainbow sun.

When night comes
my words becomes stars
lighting my path.

I am poet with wings,
anointing  page with melodies
Songs that whispers
my dreams of peace.

On a Saturday morning
I write,
as rain outside cleanses earth.
While rain feeds plants hungry
As rain calls all to umbrellas
And while eyes swell
to let me know a poem is gelling
to be released.

On a Saturday morning
I write,
as a bathroom run is ignored.
While my hunger has to wait.
As the moments melt away.
And while my fingers dance
on keyboard making way
to birth a poem.

I sit imprinting my heart into poem.
I etch the phases carefully
inching my way through my thoughts
to scribe with visions.

I breathe and thoughts coagulate
I dance with pen and pen anchors
to my song.

I sit with gratitude
as moments dissipate
and all thats left is a poem
and wandering eyes.

With a wisp of words
I thread my pen
gently in breath.
The moment perpetuates movement
My thoughts vibrate with song
And as I move pen sows gracefully
until poem garment is done.

Sowing seeds become
a flowing blanket
of flowers to warm eyes
like... sewing stitches becomes
a blanket of warmth for self.

Half fairy
+ Half human
______
Full Costume.
(rounded off to Full Life)

A minds tentacles
filled with words
travel aimed to catch my pen.
My hand squirms
trying to loosen its grip
to no avail.

The ink expands within
leaving its ***** membrane
inside hand until a poem is birthed.  

Once finished,
the creature floats away
until it rears its head again
and another tentacle
long to spark emotions attack.

In the shadows of your shoes
father, I tried to stand
as a young boy.
Wanting to mirror the tall
figure who had wisdom.
Desiring to get comfort inside
a foot hug so I could feel security.

I watched while the shoes were shined
to perfection, as they emulated greatness
from one who moved in them daily.

As I grew Fathers shadow grew
and I felt the heaviness of
his shoes in mind.

They became like bricks
hampering my movement.
They were weights
that made life difficult.

But I kept walking trying to steady
and catch your view of praise.

I never did and now
I am left with
an empty pair of shoes
and my own tears realizing...
I need only to walk in my own shoes.

I am ten years old in my mind.
I'd be in  place where I and inner child play.
We'd climb up tree houses every night
in dreams to look at stars.
We would sing with birds
to rock each other to sleep.

And sometimes we'd climb in daytime
to look from a higher perspective my challengers
so they would not be as big anymore.

I often find myself falling into a spelling pit.
The place where letters are mounds of dirt.
Where has dirt fall into my eyes.
A hole where spelling correctly is impossible
but still my poem I write.

1111

333

555

The best insurance in the world
coming to a clock near you.

Everyone yearns for
the sweet wine
of a warm Spring day.

The air sweet with
intoxicating energies.
The moment  unfolds
as layers of clothing dismount.

Makes one drunk on the weather
to run
almost naked to universe
and sing with birds.

I shall remember you
through your poetry,
grand artists of past.

For many a stanza
echoes even when your gone.

Oh blessed be I
for your everlasting gifts
etched in song.

For now your all
romping in fields of poetic verse
tweaking the universe with splendor.

Must be reason the stars shine so bright

Today I lost my tooth.

A place where wisdom now sprouts
in dark, well watered space.
An opening to gather truth and speak it
as other teeth join in.

Today I lost my tooth,
and I feel free, and fine.

Fine to sing in poetry genre.
Fine to speak with power grand.
Fine to kiss the day with gratitude.
Fine to eat for nourishment  
and to fuel more verse.

And I shall take the writer home
so we move with intimacy
inside my eyes and heart.

Your phases warm in cold night
where loneliness haunts
and desires are dormant.

It's a grand rondevu
where ******* rivers flow
as I praise my partners
genuine heart.
And so...
I drift off to sleep
in bed of words and dreams.

Just got my tooth pulled
They called him Mister Sixteen
I lost an old friend

*

Tooth had to come out
Sir Sixteen left to dentists
hands I knew it well

  *

I went to dentist
tooth by pain screamed let me out
Its name was Sixteen

*

Bye Bye to my tooth
dentist was his ticket out
His chatter is gone

Love defines the compassion of God. The vibration
that feeds inside ones cellular body. It’s the fuel of wisdom
and expansion that travels from breath into consciousness.
The path that humanity is now awakening to.

Love and compassion is in ones DNA
that expands in order for all to grow and prosper.
Humanity is on its road of expansion from the dark times
where only sadness and cruelty lived
to the time of recall
so all connect to light
and the potential we carry
is felt.

The flowing ******* power of love
is now moving gracefully.
And its the time of graduation to celebrate
at the conscious doorway  of new beginnings.
To have recognition of
the innate powers present
as alignment of the soul grounds
within
to embrace ones true eternal self.

Things are now shifting so our relationship to God, our gifts of knowing and understanding with compassion, peace, joy, abundance, and love as meant to be.
We are living entities of divinity meant to put down the rules of religious structure so we live
in hearts with all of Gods songs of wisdom.

Rise and Shine world
the playing field of this galaxy is now in full gear
for all to be reborn.

In the wounded shadow
we must shine light.
Consciously choose
expansion into a rebirth
to cleanse pain.

The wounded shadow
calls out burning like fire
with purpose
so Phoenix of self and world
can emerge.

It’s flames dance so we
purge remnants of old
that no longer serve.
That stipe truth from emerging

It’s time for
cathedral of heart to be built
for all to see.

See a new structure
of human form meant
to sing with choir of soul.

Let us all come together with love,
and weave a time line of peace.

Devil deals become VOID
the minute you look at them
with self forgiveness and love.

The second you in mind travel
with open heart
into fields of love
that all are invited to by The Divine.

Loves door is always open
but you have to turn the handle.

Don't you love me,
like the pulsating heart
that radiates my love for you?  

For you are the mountain I climb
with poetic song,
to leave at your doorstep.
To plant in your ears
And to whisper as
the full moon shines
celebrating our love.

For you are the umbrella
that God has given me
on rainy nights
and cold wingers.

You are my soul-mate
and I’m part of your prince soul.

I share my poetry with the
all spiritual beings in the Universe.
With the sun and stars
who vibrate divinely
feeding my creative juices.

I share my verse with angels
and archangels
who drift in dimensional highways.
With aliens living in the cosmos
that visit my star lit fields of prose.

I share with fellow writers
on an Hello Poetry site divine.
With my significant lover,
who responds with a warm hug.

And I share it with God,
the one who started it all.

IN meditative state I see a picture
of my identity and true reality
void of cants and judgments.

Pure to who I am.

I BREATH and universe breaths with me,
pouring light so I awaken

I lLISTEN and the universe speaks
vibrating truth to unhitch my doubts
and let them float away,

Once gone they make room
for the real me.
The one that shines
inside my soul blueprint
to touch the world.

AND I SHALL MOVE OUT...
Perceiving it
Embracing it
Living the gift of life.

I will silently watch
my love seed grow
inside heart.
It’s incubated by breath,
and smiles collected everyday.
It expands with footsteps of dance
even when clouds appear.
For grey formations bring rain
they water love seed
and make it blossom divinely
for all the world to see.

In the ashes of purgatory
where remnants of a Dame once lived
the Phoenix will fly.
Fly into heavens gate.
Drift gracefully in moment
that ascends to a blue sky,
so all can celebrate light.

In breath I twinkle
inside a hello poetry sky.
Stars sing along
as night hours make room
for a creative flow.

Sometimes my verse sings
daintily as moon joins in
to dance with beams.
Other times the HP sky
becomes a stepping stone
for deep travel into verse.

When sun rises and takes command
in changing of the guard
the sun of Hello poetry sky continues
as my heart sings in gratitude.

We are indeed a team
making the best of a creative land
and open sky.

An HP sun radiates in sky
with its rays of words.
It tweaks poets near and wide
to expand their hearts.
To take to page and write
in scripted song.

The hello poetry sun shines divinely
even when clouds stop for a time
before passing.
Even when sun changes guard with moon
who continues shinning catching suns whispers.

A hello poetry sun and moon speak
to make way for a deluge of poetry to anchor.
Verse both short and long found
with the simple a tap of Hellopoetry.com.

As fog covered my outside landscape I sat,
relaxing and aligning with poetic ideas
to scribe at later date.

The air was warm, as a faint scent of lavender entered nostrils. My human eyes couldn't make out anything more than a shadow but; my inner senses knew I wasn’t alone.

The being whispered adding fog to the room. With deepen breath it now made sense of my visitor recalling my art background. Remembering, my prayer just days earlier how I longed for a great maters of art to flow through me.

As moments passed, the blur became more distinct. There he stood before me adorned with painters hat and smock. With a smile as he held up a brush and made like he was painting my form.

I giggled with air of breeze. My third eye exploded with an image of Monet. He began to fill my mind with picturesque visions.
Flowers entered my eyes as I felt a creative power serge.
Fields of afternoon strollers adorned with paroles entered mind. And birds rustled in trees, as a flowing brook traveled within.

More scenes manifested. I could almost taste the sweet air running down my throat. When I was filled to capacity, he stopped and I understood. He was providing me with fuel for thought. Scenes to transcribe into poetic jargon.

As he bowed, and I whispered gratitude, he disappeared. I was again alone with my keyboard, dancing hands and vivid imagination tweaked with his talented light.

I now was ready to create on canvas screen and of course my new curator of verse, Monet.

A guru supplies wisdom willingly
as if its nourishment offered
with no calories.

As if Guru's
smile is condiment,
honor is bread,
and chips are his hug.

A guru asks a question
knowing the answer
before he asks.
Giving fuel so mind ponders.

A guru speaks
hoping you take it in
as if wholesome lunch
needing to be digested.

A guru throws ball-like
thoughts with a different spin
so it moves in field of mind
to make home run for peace.

Honor the Guru
as they carry smiles
infused with love and wisdom.