Through a colorful gate, I step.
Gracefully prancing
in light of day.

Feeling,
the power of moment.
Feeling,
heart play a sacred song.

The wind guides,
as I plant my dreams.
Watering with breath.
Tending to them rain or shine.

I glide in rhythmic pleasures
surrendering to jump over rocks
until,
seedlings are ready
for harvest.

And with gratitude I reap,
blossoming fruits of my efforts.
Empowered by scent.
Invigorated by beauty.
Dancing with all my aspirations.


StarBG © 2017

Take the happy thoughts
and build them
into Happy experiences.

The universal language I think is Love.
Love is what fills heart, lungs
and puts feet to action.

The language of love
can be felt with
no voice hitting ear drums.

It plays in the wind
and moves inside pools of eyes.
The language of love heals
by weaving words upon tattered wings
for birds who otherwise wouldn't fly.

Love is the natural language of the soul
and all beings here in earthly form.

May we romp in fields of poetry and hear the sweet song of life.

May we play with words and shoot arrows of phases out so they hit bull eyes of a readers heart.

May we breath deep and feel empowered in the day to scribe and celebrated.

May we have a poetry party and invite all our poetry friends.

May we unwrap the present blessings of our own talents to write like there is no tomorrow and sing in the key of love.

I am a gift
eternal and divine
like sun that beats in rays golden.

I be a wander of the universe
tickling my own consciousness
so soul expands.

I am sacred like the soul,
every evolving
as love in form whispers divinely.

I be the I am Avatar
vibrating to anoint
as Gods gift to the world.

I am the integration
of dark and light
to be a conduit  
of love sweet love.

I am you
you are me
and yet
uniquely different
with sparks of creativity.

Hooray for the Universe
that is home for expansion to
awakens
self to know self.

A solemn stare at wall
An old rocking chair slowed in time.
A sad smile trying to find words trapped inside a 91-year-old woman.

All part of a soul aging.

A mother clinging to shadows of a familiar face without a name.
The smell of old age taking over senses.
A mother turned child and child parent.

All part of a long life unwinding.

A mind no longer able to give mothering advice once had.
Eyes that speak of loneliness wanting to go home without knowing where home is.
And unbalanced feet trying to walk

All part of a child's challenge. All part of the word dementia.

Moon sends aura-like smile
as cool air circulates.
Its a heads up
the holiday season
is around the corner.

Does anyone get the message
as Stars sparkle just like
Christmas lights.

Time to celebrate
A writers
                 Christmas
                              Metaphor.
Moon as top of endless tree
with its beaches of cosmic clusters.
Planets become ***** of all sizes.
Stars are Christmas lights
young and old love.

And, Earth is our present.

After I put on my street cloths,
I put on a silken veil of love.
It blows out in wind of my breath.
Touching all who walk.
Brushing upon Mother Earths mountains.
and sea of sky

I wear it proudly
The mesh invisible
penetrates into my heart
where I wear love on
sleeve and inside hugs.

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.

DOES a person lose their dreams,
when they’re homeless?
Where funds are empty
and normal way of life is stalemated.

DO they feel broken,
when eating choice is a food bank?
Where it tastes fine
but is made of nearly expired
and certainly not organic
food.

DOES a homeless person
still hold dreams?
When job seems impossible and their
whole existence revolves around
catching last bus to shelter.

DO they second guess factors
leading to current situation,
judging the details harshly
as perhaps an estranged
family member would.

DOES a homeless person get tired,
of labels and stares
passerby’s give?
Who cant understand how
the situation arose
and don’t really care?

THAT’S when faith must jump in,
so candle of dreams isn’t extinguished.
THAT’S when,
they whisper a prayer and surrender
to the higher plan to activated in mind.
THAT’S when,
they go deep in heart
and do their best to
love themselves and life’s journey.

THAT’S when they hold
onto their dreams even more.


StarBG © 2017

How many destinies does a rock have?

Is it to be a mountain
a gravel pit,
a walkway in garden,
or even a country road
inviting a journey?

Is it in fields to be cleared
for harvest,
a stone on bottom of sea,
an ornament on coffee table
to admire?

Perhaps its surrounded
by roots in Gia’s head.
or a carved piece of art.

Open mind for other answers.
OR better yet ask a rock being.
The Gong love to talk.

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.

Every-morning I Say hello
to the one behind the human facade,
the costume we wear.

Every-morning I Connect
to that inner child that longs
for a nurturing hug.

Every-morning I align
to the energy of the wind
that brushes face.

and the vibrations of gratitude
that expands heart.

Every-morning,
I jump start my day
with love
a positive affirmation song
and celebrate
in the security of knowing
I am love, loved and never alone.


StarBG © 2017

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.

I do step into a sea of words.
Swimming with grace to feel
the gentle breeze
the moons bright light
and stars that glow.

My breath tickles
as angels sing bed tine tune
to slowly align me with soul
To travel to the realm of sleep.
To drift with poetic words
behind closed eyes.

Fear, hate, and judgements
are all toxins. Rid yourself of such things
and you get rid of insecurities, loneliness,
troubles, separation, and war, to open door
to happiness and freedom.


StarBG © 2017

As I romp in hallways of a human body,
my time is limited before
I return to road of universe.

I partake in tasty treats to digest with smiles.
Swim in waters of emotions that wash old wounds.
Meet friends and foe to teach compassion.
Fly in dancing steps gracefully
and sing like birds to echo against ear walls.

As I move I slowly put pieces together
to understand who I am.
Recalling my purpose and divinity.
Spreading on life’s canvas as artist with paint of love.
Resting to smell the rose perfumes in air of wind.
And find doorways into heart,
where no ego lingers.

Yes as I romp. I connect
in tears that lead to rainbow thoughts.
Dreams that give abundance of breath.
Gratitude that vibrates in cells delicately.
See animals that mirror dedication
And move in playground
where God’s presence is everywhere.

Oh! what a gift journey
to gather memories inside
many a trial and tribulations.

Oh what grand humanoid experience
to process and bring back to soul.

World is full of lost souls
needing to anchor love.
Pull them
to your love dock.
If they resist let them float away.

knowing.... a big love fish will tickle their stomachs
and make them transmute
into their true soul selves.

OR... Knowing they will float to a dessert island
where they will be alone
till they learn
that love is the answer.

OR Knowing that Moby **** will swallow
them whole and perhaps they will meet Geppetto
who will than share wisdom about love
and maybe Pinocchio will come
to rescue them both

In the temple of my heart,
God sings.
Anointing and expanding
my human footsteps.

I dance hearing grand melodies.
I celebrate inside divine connection.

In the temple of my heart,
God echoes.
Gifting me in moment
to shine like sun.

I walk and angels follow.
I bow as gratitude is whispered.

In the temple of my soul
God has a home.
And I feel peace on Earth.

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.

One vision
Two hundred gratitude prayers
Three thousand plans
Four million awake
Five billion take action
And
WOW!
World changes

एक दृष्टि
दो सौ आभार प्रार्थना
तीन हजार योजनाएं
चार लाख जाग
पाँच अरब कार्रवाई करते हैं
तथा
वाह!
विश्व परिवर्तन

Giraffes can dive well
a different kind of weird on
the You-tube channel

A thousand strokes of pain,
my heart does feel.
As moving on thy field of love I go.
A mind field it has come to be
as voice explodes in ears.

Slings and arrows they move swift
with heart to be the open mark.
It hits with power oh so strong.
Your words sting with goodbye.

How does such thing come to pass?
When in your heart I found a home.
Emotions rope to pull so tight,
and light I do not see.

Oh I must stand to face waves.
that hit upon my shore of heart.
The birds still sing a top the tree,
but ears they cannot hear.      

Our vessels shan't meet again,
as flag half mast begins to fly.
My sadness comes to mesh with wind,
while open waters lead.

And perhaps flesh boat shall sail
through sunsets bright again someday.
To find soul who does long for love
inside the sea of life.

Oh to float in beating waves
that calls you as the yacht you be  
You come in time that melts away.
I found a love at last.

Learn did I if cloud tears fall
to understand just what to do
We will yes coast to realign.
A rainbow we will form.

So cockboat of mine is pulled,
by thee to launch a thousand dreams.
And we shall play love songs all night
Our union it is sealed.

takes the night quiet
to realize life is precious
and I am so blessed

If I was a flower I might be.
A vine spreading love with its little
buds of multi colored splendor.
I would tickle eyes
and hug bees that came to receive my offerings.

If I was a flower I might be a lotus.
A regal plant that people would meditate before
to hear my endless wisdom.
I would share it freely with anyone who visited.  

If I was a flower everyday I would call out
with a silent scent, thanking
Mother Nature for allowing me to be birthed
from her divine womb.

Yes if I was a flower I would blossom
in freedom below precious sun.
I would be grateful below Master Moon
and stars gifts of night.

I would vibrate a prayer
that all human flowers
recall their Mother Gia
to be her caretaker
as intended.

Inside an Indigo dream I take breath and smile.
Lips pucker, heart opens, hands hug
in blue landscape of beauty.

In an Indigo vision sweet friend circles
Breeze flows, divine steps move, dream scenes explode with grace.

Inside an Indigo dream light is celebrated
Hearts expand, moments dissipate,
alignment upgrades divinely.

Inside an Indigo dream, oneness is felt.
Peace comes, love grows, and wisdom floats.
Floats in the dream below rainbow sky.

May our pens travel in the New Year
like rocket ships traveling to grand worlds
where breath aligns with visions and poetry is born.

May our inspiration grow with beauty
like wild fire scribing inner thoughts
to touch others.

And May all poets unite with common cause
in New Year.... to open eyes of readers
so compassion and peace can grow.

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.

empowering thoughts
in quiet, I feeling its power.

Bubbles surround in heart.
waves gracefully move in energies of tide.

I swim but for the grace of light
that carries me to a new consciousness.

Its consciousness of self love
and forgiveness toward all.

Its the truth that we all come from source,
divinely orchestrated for growth.
Before returning home
to ocean of unconditional love.

My ticking heart is like a clock,
where in-between pulsations lie little secrets
like those housed in moments of a clocks hand.
My heart throbs as time and age merge
as face changes with wisdom of Father time.
But still the heart beats like clock
in musical charm to dance in the gift of eternity.

I write as pen becomes brush painting
visions with stardust energies.
Words twinkle unseen to naked eye
but inviting all the same.
Verses coagulate in bloodstream
as if cells are words
destined for heart.

I write within fields of sunflowers
and below gray skies.

With intention to launch
a rocket ship of thoughts

After all I am a wandering sage poet,
meant to anoint the world with verse.

Light is housed in the moon
and acts like a lighthouse
just open your consciousness
and let it guide with eyes aligned.
Light pulsates in sky's house
and acts like a lighthouse
just open your counsciousness
and let it guide with heart aligned.
Ain't Father sky grand.

A voice vaguely familiar
echoed on phone line.
The kind of line
filled with black birds
ready to take flight and paint skies
with their bodies black to hide sun.

The voice that trampled
on dreams long gone.
Stabbing knife in heart
where love once grew.
Heart-dreams
that floated away
when their voice
severed our relationship.

A voice now out of blue,
coming back to haunt.
Silence encourage him
to continue his sorry song.

And when he concluded,
I simply said "No."
And hung up the phone.

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.

The moon did gobble up
the pinks and blues of sunset.
Winking to stars with, "hello"
as it voyaged upward.

Clouds separated
wind released its song.

The stars in turn sparkled escorting
luna majestic sphere to its resting place.
The place it will usher in the night
with its veil of beauty.

She's butterfly beauty,
slender and sleek.
With red and black markings.
oh so sweet.
And gracefully moves
in divine motion.
Playing to heart
to make commotion.

She carries blessings
on wings of gold.
And goes to heights yes untold.
Expands under
the sunlight bright.
Painting a landscape
out of sight.

She's special gift
filling senses grand
and sometimes she
does move on land.
A precious one
who lights up eyes.
I must insist,
she is a prize.

My prayers go now
to merge on wings.
I am grateful
my heart does sing.
Yes whispering I do
toward her great site.
She makes my day
a real delight.

And when I see her
Mother Nature's near
Hugging  eyes
that wash all care.

I think all now
should look up far.
A butterfly's like
shooting star.
Do make a wish
to aid your walk.
This is the truth
not pointless talk.

I now end ditty
and eyes look up
A buttery smiles toward me
for luck.

I TRIED CALLING YOU BUT...
it went to voice mail immediately.

Does your phone need charging
run down from all your busyness?

Is it lost in a pocketbook,
absent of sunlight?

Has it been left alone to wander
in halls of an endless ring?

Is it longing to hear your voice
tickle it's insides?

Could it be on vibrate,
with tones silenced?

I tried calling you but...
an electronic voice was all that echoed.
making me feel alone.

My arms I fold around you,
like creases of an origami heart.

The paper glistens in the light.
The folds become alive with power.

My arms I fold around you
like creases of an origami bird
so we may fly away
in landscape of a Japanese song.

A master
A trooper
A gift
A sage full of wisdom.

A precious one.
A survivor
An angel
A grand writer steeped
with discriptive words.

That is YOU.
That is YOU.
I am honored to know you.