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.

I’m a miracle for someone.
Taking a breath, with reached out hand.
I smile.
She smiles,
as our hearts bond in friendship.

I’m a miracle for myself.
Taking a breath, to recall who I am.
I smile.
I dance,
inside a grand dream journey.

For every problem
there is an opportunity
to align with light,
love, spiritual wisdom.

A chance to open hearts to feel 
light and eyes beauty.
To open mind to expand in freedom,
 and ears to hear songs for dance.

For every problem disintegrates
when tended to with focused
mind inside light,
love, spiritual wisdom.

A chance to open hearts to find
solution as we recall who we are 
and why we came.
To rebuild hearts, minds, and earth
returning ALL to its magnificence.

If pennies were words
I as poet would be rich.
WAIT
I am rich cause I found the abundance of love.

If breaths were calibrated into coins
I would be rich.
WAIT...
I am rich because I’m aware of the abundance of air.

If my dreams were transmuted into sums of money,
I would be rich.
WAIT...
I am rich because I have opened the vault of my heart.

I am RICH cause I have millions of heartbeats.
See millions of leaves.
Have millions of breaths.
Claim millions of steps.

I am RICH cause I have millions of lifetimes.
See millions of stars.
Have millions of cells.
Claim millions of opportunities.

I am RICH cause I have millions of creative words.
Seen millions of sunrises.
Have millions of dreams.
Claim millions of sisters and brothers.

and RICH... so are you.

Rays beat down
pouring, swirling,
opening eyes and cells
to celebrate new day.

Darkness of night
absent in moment,  
as wind picks up to hug.

Clouds vanish
revealing blue sky,
as miracles surface in breath.

Ray of light activates,
souring from heart,
emanating in smile.

Rainbow prisms
unseen by naked eye
filter into self
igniting recall of divinity.

We share moment
to awaken
and live authentically
in heart that sings with birds.

We dance gracefully  
to savor    
and live with gratitude
as sacred beings.

My ray of light,
your ray of light,
a gift anointed by God.

Writing is liberating.
Each word part of my heartbeat.

It makes time stops.
And then, one must regroup
to get back to life's reality.

Scribing puts writer into a vortex
that carries one
into new visions, divinely.
It's window that when read
can provide views of understanding.

Writing is a companion
who allows you to
speak freely anytime.
It's a voice buried in words
that gets ignited as one connects.

Scribing are words that hug
in middle of night,
when one can't sleep.
It's fuel that drives thoughts
with no red lights.

Writing is therapy where
one finds no need to hire a therapist.
It's sentences that are like a telegram line
which is electrified by readers eyes.

Scribers are members of sacred club where
membership is free and lasts a lifetime.
It's a penman’s purpose,
that comes at any age.

Writing is thought or emotion
that rockets onto page
with destination... Ones heart.

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And poetry sweet poetry
are words that move like blood cells.
Please cut me and watch me bleed.

I’m intoxicated, by the gentle breeze that comes
sandwiched between sky and ground.

Drunk on the moment that unfolds
showing me how life is a gift.

Vibrating in breath to receive wisdom
that make my feet dance.

I’m intoxicated by my journey
as I awaken to know who I am.

A human drunk with the energies of God.

Inside a rainbow cloud,
energies come.
Blissful, peaceful light,
that spirals into all.

Inside a rainbow cloud,
joy penetrates moment.
Cells expand and pulsate
reverberating love.

Inside a rainbow cloud,
eyes open to visions grand.
Endless possibilities anchor.
from divine orchestration.

The new times are here
A gift long awaited for.
A world with
humanity awake to love,
BEGINS.

I million heartbeats I present you,
so our hearts merge as one.

A million hugs I give graciously,
so you feel my affection.

I million smiles I give freely,
so my love can lift you up.

A million songs I sing gracefully
so ears are hugged with adoration.

I million kisses I release gently,
so you float inside our intimacy.

A million gratitude whispers I give,
so your anointed by my devotion.

I million dancing steps we share,
for the orchestration of dreams.

A million memories we experience,
so our lives become a journey
filled with love.

LIFE is poetry in motion.  It’s the interaction of one soul to another weaving with story and intent. Sometimes it comes out in a poem or a song. Other times it’s in a story or gentle whisper consummating an intimate moment.

LIFE is poetry in motion. It’s a memory that plays inside the wind that blows gracefully.  Perhaps it’s part of the ocean waves that are sandwiched between an aquatic world and sky. Or inside the setting sun’s pulsations to welcome in stars and glowing moon.

LIFE is poetry in motion. The place where words are filtered into the human experience for others to hear. It’s the home of the heart that echoes, welcoming in the gentle mist of a waterfall that harbors love inside life.

LIFE  is poetry in motion.
Care to dance?

Raise your happy level
and keep free from viruses.
Three vitamins a day essential.
A happy pill.
A grateful pill
and a pill of song
that connects to
the wisdom from source.

And extra vitamin L, love
tainted with smiles helps.

I am on the edge of my seat,
with excitement.
Anticipation for new beginnings
to anchor on earthly home.  

Energies rise tickling senses,
as dark integrates into my light.
As those who
causing atrocities to humanity
are rounded up and exposed.

I am on the edge of my seat,
with Intention.
Focus to stand as avatar
for new times that echo truth.
Ready to forgive the dark ones
to wish them farewell
and move as co-creators peaceful.

NO MORE lies and fake news will be tolerated.
NO MORE inventions being held back from the world.
NO MORE keeping secrets is acceptable
NO MORE controlling us to be prisoners with invisible bars.
NO MORE orchestrations that encourage hate.
AND NO more abuse of our children will be tolerated.

I am at the edge of my seat
with optimism that WE the people
will reclaim this planet.
That WE will take back our power
to live free out of matrex
as decreed by God.

I am on the edge of my seat.
For it is time to align with love.
Yes, tomorrow is here.

Under a canopy of sky
in sunny blue visions,
I dance
celebrating.

Celebrating the cool breezes
hugging my face.

The birds gracefully flying,
to align me with dreams.

Celebrating the sounds of
rolling waves at waters edge.

The birds, echoing
to bring my feet to dance.

Celebrating the moment,
as blessings gift me.

The Mountains that stand tall
to mirror my strength.

Under a canopy of light
I bow to all,
hoping my words
will touch,
                                move,
                                                                ­    and inspire.

I wandered in heart
grounding into Mother Gia.

Her gentle vibrations
hugged my inner self.
Her swirling energies expanded
through veins like a river.
tickling senses.

Our heartbeats
intergrated
catapulting me into dreams.

Dreams, that made feet dance
and voice sing.

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.

inside morning breaths
I ready self for new day,
putting thoughts and intentions into gear
Excitement builds to drive
on road of unknown.

Mind moves pedal-like feet.
Transmission of heart in vessel purrs.
Breath adjusts gear stick in mind.

L - loving life’s experiences with gratitude.
O -  opening heart to love energies.
V - veering away from judgement or fear.
E - expanding into dreams.

Inside morning breaths
I align to move with
Gods Power Steering
Don’t leave home without it.
It leads way with self as copilot.

Our lives are that of a fine recipe. We blend inside our breath and thoughts making life's flavor of ups and downs cook. We add condiments of seasonings like miracles, dreams, and gratitude. Lastly we mix with spoon of dancing steps merging it all with our essence which is main ingredient of love.

I dip
my quilled pen
of a creative mind
into the well of heart.

It's golden ink
spreads
with visions to launch
a writers dream.

It's ink bleeds
spiraling
in waves of verse
that blossoms.

Its ink merges
with my soul blood
to becomes my
writers passion.

I dip
my thoughts
into pool of vibrations
where love lives
and words take a life
of their own.

I dip
into liquid gratitude
and torch-like plume to scribe
with heavenly ink of a writers heart.

Standing in new day
I  partake in a ceremony.
With no lawyers fees,
just my own valuable wisdom.
No distance to travel
but within heart.
No insecurities just my awakened state.

I stand in the proceeding of a
divorce in day
where air is crisp and snow graces mountain.
Where moments of endless possibilities linger
inside love.

Divorced I shall be
from old negative fear based entrapments
that beat me up constantly
to a new freedom.

I in breath
hear-by pronounce my divorced

I in thoughts
 hear-by re-married
to my soul a part of Gods light,
and all its greatness.

Inside poem
lies great wisdom
from the poet elders of past.
The ones who utter in Shakespearian tongues.
They become waves of verse
dancing in readers moon shaped eyes.
Insights rain upon minds to enlarge cells.
Landscaped with grass green tickles reader steps in breath.

Phases rustle as if self is tree and each word is leaf.
Fireworks of stanzas caresses eyes in beauteous splendor,
to launch a dream
And as their bodies of text echo
through doorway of past where time matters little
own voice whispers with gratitude and awe.

Reverence to applaud grand poem
scribed by master at candlelight
For their creative gifts do wrap my visions
into reality.

Breath taken.
Feet ground.
Voice attunes.

Now I’m aligned
to live
authentically

Cells expand.
Guides speak.
Memory returns.

Now I’m ready
to part veil
and live free.

Care to join me?

Old man Willow stands,
regal and proper.
Giving shelter to birds
and is instrument for wind to whistle.

He’s full of wisdom in his roots
that meander to hug feet.
Allows one to hear grand tales
and invites meditation
beneath its woven majestic branches.

medicine from leaves
become tools for healing’s.


Old man river is his friend in distant
as they both sing
in backyard of Mother Gia’s garden.

Yes Old Man Willow is a gift of a sage
who patiently waits to impart his wisdom.
a gift I bow to inside gratitude and smile.

Doubt it is like a venomous snake.
One bite and without self love attention  
you carry its poison
forever.

***
Other species is fear snake
that lives all parts of the world.
One bite and you lose connection to trust.

Antidote:  deep breath to connect to heart

of every writer to allure the reader.
To take words and amalgamate them
into an offering that are like candy treats that cajole.
They don't bring weight to stomach only mind,
and expands ones consciousness divinely.

Written ditty at times becomes doorway
to emotions whereby brotherhood of eyes
get to spin in splendor.

Yes to entice a reader
is the best compliment one can get.

Hurray to the dream.

Our brothers
the typewriter,
once friend to all writers
collects dust
IN closet,
IN antique store,
IN heap to be thrown out with morning garbage.

But I won't forget No!
I
know its company
as my candle light burnt and creative light
flows now upon
white computer screen.

No, I won't forget,
recalling my old stomping ground
of feet-like fingers
that hit keyboard
with ribbon that wrapped
self in mind.

Oh no I shan't forget
to say thanks
to the old days
where old relative
who gave serenity for words lived.

Thanks Brother, Thanks
for an old family remember
still alive in heart.

Yes life moves on
To different things
Positivity sparkles
In butterfly wings

Butterfly wings
With colors galore
Inside of breath
Eyes crave some more

More so heartbeats
dance and align
everything’s sacred
You are divine

A dog sat in a bag today,
and rode in subway car.
Everyone did look at him.
He was a cutie star.

Young and old looked at the dog.
All eyes yes they did stare,
at the friendly little one.
The doggie did not care.

The dog was carried with great care
His handler knew just how.
To carry him with great ease.
Not once did he yes howl.

His owner did not have to pay,
an extra fare that day.
He was grateful for his friend,
in every single way.

Petals of love fall softly
in a warm breeze.
They tickled senses,
readying self for storm to cleanse.

Thunder strikes shaking body
as roots of truth cling to
earth's soil for balance.

Cool air vibrates merging with breath
shifting consciousness to
awaken self to meet self.

A song is echoed proudly
seeing my mirror image,
to know who I am.

In moment, I whispered
with poetic beauty
as a sweet scented fragrances carries me  
into a vortex of peace.

A place where poetic song meets the moment
And the moment is engulfed
with the flow of creation.

Trapped in a maze of my creation I move, actively jumping hurdles
to align with light.

Vibrations expand in grace tickling senses to live counsciously
as co creator with thoughts.

Moments evolve
as if hands of clock
plays an instrument of times gift.

Veil of limiting thoughts dissipate
in suns golden hues,
while endless possibility gates open.

I am free now
to gracefully move outside maze
as flowers bloom
and blessing surface.

ARE YOU,
waisting your headspace
with chatter that disables
and vibrations of negative thoughts.

BEEN THERE. DONE THAT.

Are you drained from the constant old story
of judgements, fears, and doubts.

BEEN THERE. DONE THAT.

NOW, I fill headspace of a sacred vessel
with positive thoughts that align self with love.

NOW, I fill my temple with light
in breath to move orchestrating change
for the good of Humanity.

NOW, I am in gratitude to life
as I move knowing things are unfolding
inside divine timing.

ARE YOU,
ready to stand in your power
as an authentic human
capable of living out your dreams?

I am and take the reins
to stand awake, and alive connected
to the vibration of love.

ARE YOU READY?

Never too far away
the vision of your face
in my mind
filed for eternity.

No never oh never
to far my
distant
lover
who floats in a memory
that stops time
as if we first met.

I step onto floor
to dance in our favorite song
gracefully.
The one that plays
everyday
on awakening.

I drift in a breath
catapulting self into visions
of us floating
in stream of love.

Moments melt into
fiery stars
that vibrate
against
night sky.

We shall meet again
when surface of skin fades
and highway
of universe leads.
For you are never too far away.

With breath I inhale the vibration of love
and thusly take its power to be it.

I shall let my own rhythm of heart
be the song I hear and hum all day
to dance free.

Today is a new baby day,
for me a creator to fill
and I will fill it with love,
compassion and dreams.

On any fine day
Ye shall find me with head
in open sky.
In energy river of the galaxy
that calls gracefully.

Any moment I drink I do
the fine wisdom threaded in wind.
Consume it like fine wine
that bubbles
to create phase.

And on any fine night
when owls echo
and moments carry
I terpsichore to hearts song.
A song that makes
life grand.