I walk in footsteps of a river.
And,
dreams of streams in mind.

I sing in song without notes
And,
run in flight with no wings.

I wander in pond without water
And,
light with no dark.

I walk, sing, wander, in heart
with endless roads.

I toss both sides of the coin.
It flies upward turning,
spinning, whiling
inside creative mind.

Heads up means I’m stuck in ego
becoming ruled by untruths.
Tails mean I’m free
to see the beauty in everything
and walk tall.

Tails I win again
to feel freedom in life.

I think I’ll just hold
my coin in heart
from now on.
Tails up of course.

I stood below full moon
knowing what was in store.
Knowing I would again,
be thrown into a healing mode drama.    

The room was hot
with no summer breeze
when head hit pillow.

When deep wounds of past
engaged my consciousness
and I was faced with pain.

It was 3 months since you left.
Since your blue eyes became a memory
etched in mind.

It was just 12 weeks ago
that I entered my car
to greet you in airports lear.
and found self teary eyed and lost.

Learned your car on route
spun uncontrollably
to enter you into deaths realm.

Now I greet you in my dreams,
as pillow dampens again.

As linen becomes like wash towel  
inside puddles of dampness
while I pour pain and sadness into puffy cushion

Hopefully healing of heart
will be complete soon
so I can live as free soul void of
painful lifetimes.

A time I can think of you
my Curtis sweet
as the gift you were
without tears.

Upon my simple steps of dance
Springs breeze did flow.
Carrying eyes to see yellow,
and ears to smell flowers grand.

Steps begin to dance
as ears opened with birds song.
As children began to play in park
and lovers strolled.

Nature she gifts me
with her seasonal hug.
A hug to say winter
has gone to sleep,
and its time to unclothe.

MAY the picture that runs in movie lens
of your eyes catch the sunlight.
So you move in a great lake scene
inspired by the mirror
of your own beauty
inside your human vessel.
TO SHARE SMILES

MAY you swim in waters tide
that carries thoughts
to vibrate “I can.
I will. I trust.”
So you can’t sink
but only surf
upon waves of experiences
with hearts buoy.
TO FEEL GRATEFUL.

MAY the heartbeat
that plays a sacred song
continuously echo an abundance song.
So you move to bring
abundance inside your reality.
TO SING WITH JOY.

MAY you be who you are
and celebrate all that
opens your conscious mind
to know you are an eternal flame
of Light that never burns out even when
your human form expires.
TO RADIATE LOVE.

Morning fog travels,
from eyes to heart,
and breath to open mind.

It moves in its own way
floating gently, elegantly,
as if time stops,
for nature to reboot.

It drifts as birds echo
in distance,
to play inside the air
to ease in a day that is to begin for many.

Morning fog,
it makes one pause
and surrender to beauty
serenity and life.

Amazing mirrors amazing
SO once we realize who we are
everyday becomes a blessing
to be scribed, lived and celebrated.

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Love mirrors love
SO once we climb aboard heart
everyday becomes a gift
to be scribed, lived and celebrated.

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Peace mirrors peace
SO once we vibrate it
everyday others follow
as we scribe, live and celebrate
our divine birthright.

And I, shall take
the life force energy
streaming within...
that fantastic vibration that anoints
as child of The Divine...
to mold it as if clay
with events
that lead to a full life.

I shall dip self inside love
and paint a life with dancing brush.
With footsteps that hold mystery and awe.

I shall live
inside the grip of heart
and ride like stallion
in many an voyage in the miracle of life.

The gift given when we visit human form.

THE EGO,
it rears its head
gliding to disturb the quiet.
It dances in brain
to feed desire to judge.
It whispers with chatter
to distract
from living in heart.

EGO... down boy I say,
as I try to tame it
before it tames me.

What would life be without dreams?
Without latching onto the airways
of a prayer.

What would life be without threading
our tomorrows with dreams of today?
Without the hearts pulsation of gratitudes song.

Just... an empty planet with barren soil
and footsteps shadow.

Just... a breeze like vessel in the wind trying to find a port.

Plant your dreams and water them with hope and breath.
Tend to the ground you walk on with prayers and trust.
And then watch them grow, into a forest of dreams.

There they stood, as poet
in the shadows of their own words.
Whispering to enchant my eyes.

Verses become musical notes,
vibrating with grace.
Song an anchor for smile,
as breath moves in morning light.

Time slows while I dance,
with poetic rhythms.
Moment give feet chance
to move in waltz of mind.

And as I wander in words
that shine flame of creativity,
I celebrate in a whisper.

Gratitude,
for a talented wordsmith
present in the ethers of a computer hall.

As breath I took
upon field of daffodils
my soul a-bloomed.
expanding into
a heartbeat tune.

Rhythms exploded in chest
in moment, in air
as footsteps
made way for memories.

Time melted away
as self gave way
to a new consciousness
as season purged the last
making way for Spring.

Glory be I to awaken
and anchor on Gia’s soil.
The place where my essence
flowers in harmony.

Faith,
the grand tool that makes one float in a sea of miracles.

Faith,
the precious commodity that gets woven in breath
for harmony.

Faith,
the paper love is wrapped in as one moves in their life journey.

Faith,
the wave that floats one inside a sea of God.

I sowed my oats
through high school
and challengers
of teenage years.

Through, ups and downs
of heart-ship recipes.

Via trials and tribulations
of adult life.

And throughout bedrooms
of many a hotel.

Until, I met my soul mate,
and he tamed me well.

Grounded self to
pastures of his satin sheets.

Fields of no return
with his undying love.
And, grand hot hands
that soothe
my stallion heart.

With click of rollerball
my pen-like stallion
leaves gate of parchment.

It bolts with dust of ink
its long leg
across white track.

Mind announces its pace
of smooth and steady
as words flow.

Sun shines in cloudless sky,
while eyes of spectators
watch in excitement.

Its a grand race to the finish line.
The place, where poem ends
and readers applaud.

I play my heart strings
that melt into moment
That spreads ink of pen
with thoughts
like... your a gift, and sacred

It resonates rises
in perfect key for all to hear.

I play at first light
grateful in moment
as I hear metronome of heart
beating gracefully.

Ohh ohh,
listen to the music
that plays as eyes blink in words.

Ohh Ohh
listen to the music
that makes eyes sparkle
and heart open.

Ohh Ohh
listen to the music
for musician poet has now
anchored the words
to resonate in your reader mind.

BREATH
the wisdom infused air of gift available in quiet.

PEACE
the liquid gold for the soul.

DREAMS
seeds that flower in heart.

FAITH
vine that flowers within with focus.

LIGHT
the positive energy that fills lungs in breath.

PRAYER
the expressions of need that angels, and God,  cannot ignore.

HEARTBEAT
music that plays as divine song of life.

NEGATIVITY - dark energies meant to integrate for peace.

JUDGEMENTS- the absence of self love and disconnection from Gods shower of love.

ABUNDANCE
the present everywhere and a birthright

COMPASSION
quality buried but forgotten inside all humans.

COURAGE
the attribute inside of everyone.

EGO - the tool to reprogram all the doubts and fears in order to realign with heart

REJOICE- spark that makes cells and heart dance

JOURNEY - earth stage for healing s and grand experience for eternal soul.

ETERNAL
the self as beings divine.

THOUGHTS
the opportunity to shift ones reality for joy and bliss.

MEDITATION
pond in mind that, inside quiet mirrors serenity

FORGIVENESS
act of reconnecting to ones own greatness as a God-child.

SUPPORT
the blanket of love placed on one by spiritual world as they recall they are not alone.

HOPE
the tool used in mind to initiate miracles.

MIRACLES
Gifts around everyone activated when one believes.

LOVE
fuel that takes us back to God.

GOD
THE ENERGETIC CORD THAT RUNS THROUGH ALL.

Verbal herbs infused with an om
I will create.
A soothing ointment for the world to hear.
I shall lace it with light song.
loving breath,
and the essence of lotus.

My herbs are free for the asking
just focus and breath it in.
Let it soak into bloodstream
and flood your heart.
Allow its mixture to enhance your being
by releasing old mind pattens unneeded.
Let it pour onto eyes aimed at precious mind
so doubts and fears are dropped.

My herbs are sacred permeated
from the loving shadows of angels
for inner peace to anchor.

Its remedy will reborn one
into their divine self.
Its cure will relieve
any troublesome journey.
Even that of the writer.

The whisper of wind merged with breath
empowering as I gazed upon rising sun.

Reds, Blues Oranges
filled eyes traveling to grateful heart.

Accents of Pinks, and purples traveled
behind birds wings gracefully.

The whisper bonded with heartbeat
as excitement for new day
balanced with dreams.

Indeed it was the perfect way to start day
and move inside miracles and magic.

Inside leaps and bounds in mind
I glide, letting breath ignite passions.
Letting vision anchor into heart.

Words drift in cells like air within brain
ready for me to catch.

With continued breath
pen is energized calling hand with grace.
Calling heartbeats to lead song.

And as pen dances like finest dancer
a poem is written.
Scribed,
for the roaming eye to see.

It is my journey as a love avatar
to remind others that they’re
love and light
A gift and sacred
Deserving and one of a kind
as no one is better than you.

It is my voyage as a star seed
to live in the heart and aid
the precious children
the grand animals
Mother Nature and
those people
who are awakening.

It is my road trip upon earth
to heal the self and move
with love light and balance.

A grand journey
with ups and downs it is.

I am drunk on the universe.
Drunk on gentle breeze that caresses
and breath infused with miracles.
Drunk in moment that shows gateways
to new beginnings in this the changing world.
Drunk on the fine wine of gratitude and compassion.

Here eyes of reader...
drink up through portal of visions
Let yourselves let go with fine vintage of love
to get drunk for it carries your essence
meant to be savored.

We sit with pen bayonet in hand
as warriors of written word.
Beings that are drenched in verse
that rains on battlefield of page.
We speak so eyes of other side awaken
to know it’s time for change.
We echo from hearts that bleed
to anoint with our wisdom.
YES, we are the warriors that move
inside grace to hug an eye
and shift all
to create new beginnings.

In breath I'm drinking
energies of the Divine.  
a love elixir

My number two accomplice
stands tall by my side
helping to get my thoughts scribed.

He is my friend
a genus of sorts
rearranging verbs with linking pronouns.

When he speaks it’s gently
to cover page with a word blanket.
When he dances he celebrates
to make me sing in songs of prose.

My number twos last name is pencil
and I bow to our connection.

I keep writing cause I continuously see visions
that my heart wants to scribe.
Cause my mind finds seeds
that blossom into poems when picked.

I keep writing cause as long as moon shines
there is a topic to write.
Cause a readers eyes begs for something to do
and I am willing to oblige.

I keep writing cause my writer guides
whisper endlessly urging me on.
Cause every blood cell
is filled with letters, and I bleed words.

Broken heart,
I shall fix  
to move inside peace.
kintsukuroi

Broken things,
I will mend
to hold with smiling eyes.
kintsukuroi

Broken dreams,
I shall repair
to grow new grand ones.
kintsukuroi

Broken relationships
I shall mend
to reconnect with family.
kintsukuroi

Broken life,
I will fix
inside gratitude
and celebration.
kintsukuroi

Broken heart,  I shall fix  -- kintsukuroi
Broken things, I will mend -- kintsukuroi
Broken dreams, I shall repair -- kintsukuroi
Broken life, I will fix -- kintsukuroi

Winged souls harmonize
in voices divine,
as star chandlers
bring light to moment.

As angels sing to celebrate
all who wander on Earth.

Citadel is built by heartbeats mortar,
and love bricks guided by constellations
form grand monuments.

Light integrates with dark
for a parade of love to anchor
while new pyridines become reality.

And as life's carousel continues to turn
expanding self, we gracefully walk
with wind, rain, and sun at our backs.

He stood hands over eyes
feeling the weight of hopelessness.
Feeling his body weak and heavy
with self judgment and fear.
All the while not noticing
that the wind was hugging him with love.

I take a stone and toss it
making a wish
on new day
where sun beats in rays divine.

Where birds sing to grace ears
and breath aligns with wind.

I take a stone and toss it
making a wish from heart.
Wish
that more move
in a Kintsukuroi day
where they embrace their greatness
no matter how broken they may feel.

I wear a medal
received in the Olympics of life.
Gold for family
who has run the mile with me.
Silver for my perseverance through
challengers of self-worth.
And Bronze for my gifts
of writing that has expanded over the years.

Yes I wear my medals proudly
as winner in life
moving in the breath of gratitude.

I stand before my soul statue
in dreams.
It shines divinely.
It echoes with wisdom.
Its tall inside beauty.
And I as little bird
sits upon it
becoming energized
and infused
I sing ready to fly high
in a journey of miracles.

Children are spongers
soaking in what are presented to them.

Don’t smoke, or drink. They copy.
Don’t curse, or steal. They copy.
Don’t hit, or abandon. They copy.

Show compassion, and good values.
They copy.
Show responsibility, and give aid.
They copy.

Show LOVE, sweet LOVE. They copy.

THEY COPY

In solitude of sea I sit
scribing from heart to paper.
Waves of wind merge
with waves of words
as pen dances like oar.

Freedom comes as thoughts are scribed
onto sponge like page.
Freedom expands in breath
as lighthouse light glows
and phases are led to shore.

Shore to anchor in ones eyes
as solitude rocks me to sleep.

I wish to pick up a rock
and know what it’s thinking
to feel its vibration
to hear not in words
but feelings strong.
I wish to pick up a rock
and know everything.

I wish I could hold a flower
and know what it’s thinking.
To feel its vibration
to smell its fragrance
of words in heart.
I wish to pick up a flower
and know everything.

I wish I could hold a bird
and know what it’s thinking.
To feel its vibration
To hear not words
but sweet song.
I wish to pick up a bird
and know everything.

I wish to pick up a rock
and know what it’s thinking
to feel its vibration
to hear not in words
but feelings strong.
I wish to pick up a rock
and know everything.

I wish I could hold a flower
and know what it’s thinking.
To feel its vibration
to smell its fragrance
of words in heart.
I wish to pick up a flower
and know everything.

I wish I could hold a bird
and know what it’s thinking.
To feel its vibration
To hear not words
but sweet song.
I wish to pick up a bird
and know everything.

I am not IRISH,
but on Saint Patricks Day
I be one tall and strong.

One to appreciate Irish music,
and dance with
Celtic Thunder.

Where I wear Green
and wave flag honoring
the country grand.

One to have button
saying Kiss Me I'm Irish
and wait for one openly.

Where I turn TV onto
parade to cheer happily
inside day.

One to breath deep
and speak with
learned Irish accent delicately.

I am not IRISH
but full of celebration
for date of March 17th
dear to heart.

Perhaps in next life, I shall be.

A place where dark becomes the light
and inner candle burns so bright.
Where dreams center to grow and sprout
and feel great peace so one can shout.

A place where love drifts in the clouds
and sounds of birds play nice and loud.
Where you and me can feel as one
inside the night and setting sun.

A Wonderlands not far at all
It is the place where we stand tall.
To face great change for fear to fade  
replaced by love do join parade.

Wisdom comes from mouth of young.
They speak profoundly and simple.
Radiating love inside moment.
Giving speech a chance to be pondered.

Just listen and you shall hear, a child’s sweet song.

Poetry comes from mouth of young.
They whispers like wind on warm day.
Speaking as if birds nesting on branch
Echoing as being, full of life’s air of rhyme.

Just listen and you shall hear, a child’s sweet song.

Inside the sound of silence
my heart beats
in sweet harmony.
My breath rises,
as lungs fill
and visions
center.

Inside sound of silence
my voice tickles
aligning
with heart,
with breath,
with gentle wind,
as my steps ground.

And then there is silence
no more
as my voice echoes
in bird like song.

I MOVE as prayer warrior
traveler from distant lands
to make things right
inside expansion of life.
Light enters cells with breath
as I’m readied to stand
on platform
of love.
I STAND as love warrior
to be instrumental in bringing
the world to higher vibrations
of harmony as ment to be.
Visions for peace and joy osculate,
as dreams integrate
into present time.
I stand. You stand.
We stand
committed to get this planet
realigned with our space brothers and sisters
with our sacred Mother Earth
with our birthrights inside freedom.
Time to celebrate
as we recall we are children of light
in this our changing world.

The poet, is indeed a master
with pen like brush
painting grand scene for eyes to run in.

The poet, is a troubadour
strumming their pen like instrument
anointing ears inside melodies.

The poet, is a gardner
with pen like ***
planting seeds that flower in eyes.

The poet is a fine chief
with pen like spoon
stirring concoction of emotional meals.

The poet is a builder
with pen like chisel
carving phases to stand elegantly.

The poet, is reporter of life
with pen inked well
gathering visions to scribe
on fields in day and night.

Dear being encased in human form,
             I love you as much as every wave in the ocean,
             and every blade of grass.
            Like every heartbeat that plays on earth.  
            And as wide as the sacred sky.
            I love you like every twinkling star in the universe
            and every rustling leaf.

Dear Soul Mate, Lover, Friend,
                       I love you more.

We spoke, each raising voices,
as verbal ping pong game
continued.

I sitting on an invisible
Goddess throne,
believing I was justified.

And he, thinking
with limited perspective
that he could dishonor me.

We spoke continuously,
each trying to control discussion
UNTIL, I took a breath and realized
quiet was best solution.

Till I realized,
that it was better to walk away
and tend to my life
leaving scribbling to the squirrels.

BEHIND MASK OF CLOWN I LIVED,
FORGING THROUGH LIFE.

I laughed along with others
sometimes unaware
of hiding tears that festered
from feeling alone.

BEHING MASK OF CLOWN I MOVED,
TRYING TO MAKE ENDS MEET.

I longed for something more-
a connection
for understanding
my true purpose for living.

BEHIND MASK OF CLOWN I PLAYED,
ALWAYS LOOKING TO ESCAPE.

I desired to become free
from fears and insecurities
that limited inside sadness
that followed me when uncloaked.

BEHIND MASK OF CLOWN I HID
FOR 32 YEARS TIME.

Until serenity was mine
to know my true divine self
and throw mask away.

ASK YOURSELF...
HOW MUCH LOVE, DO YOU GENERATE
THROUGH OUT YOUR DAY?
DO YOU SMILE AT OTHERS?

DO YOU ECHO GRATITUDE
FOR MOTHER EARTH WHO
IS FULL OF WISDOM?

HAVE YOU SUNG ALONG WITH BIRDS
AT MORNING LIGHT
AND FEEL THE POWER OF A CHILDS LAUGHTER
AS THEY MOVE WITH GRACE.

PAUSE AND ASK YOURSELF...
DO YOU DANCE IN FOOTSTEPS
AND CELEBRATE YOUR OWN BREATH
AS IT MESHES WITH WIND?

DO YOU COMPREHEND
THAT DIFFICULT LESSONS
HELP TO TEACH AND HEAL?
OR HAVE YOU REACHED OUT
A HAND TO AID OTHERS IN NEED?

LOVE IS A FIELED THAT HELPS FOR
PEACE AND ENLIGHTENMENT.
IT’S A VIBRATION THAT HEALS
AND CARRIES ONE TO FREEDOM
EFFECTING ALL.

ARE YOU READY TO BE
A WALKING LOVE AVITAR
TO BRING ABOUT GRAND CHANGE
ON THIS PLANET.

LOVE, DON’T LEAVE HOME WITHOUT IT.

I shall travel to place in heart,
where every smile is a rainbow
anchored through eyes.
And every word is a song
that shines like rays of sun.

I shall travel to place in heart,
where every breath unfolds with light.
infused with blessings.
And every step becomes dance
inside poetic melodies.

I shall travel to place in heart,
where every moment is blessing
and paradise is mine.

I wonder, when reading a powerful poem
if writer could imagine how true to my life
it is for me.

Wonder, if poet senses my excitement
where their words are like gold enhancing my day.

Wonder, if they understand their words hold power
and cloak my empty night.

Wonder, if it is the fuel that keeps
them sane and me longing.