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.

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

Every day I have a tea party
with imaginary friends,
as I sit in child-like state.

Some have six eyes - the better to see me.
Some have big ears - the better to hear me.
Some even have long tails - the better to sway as we dance.

My voice calls them,
as time stops to explore landscapes.
My dancing steps move,
as percolating tea *** sings.

My age it doesn't matter,
for I am forever young.
And they are my reality,
that I alone orchestrate.

I'm a clown I paint my face.
Making people watch with grace.
For I act crazy at times,
and I speak in silly rhyme.

Juggling phases is my art.
Now I bow and I will start.
To tell you I am a clown
turning frowns yes upside down.

I'll make magic in a poem,
with big pen on lines I roam.
Game I play of hide go seek
in a poem you'll find me peek.

Peek a boo I say to you.
Funny poems is what I do.

Mind your thoughts
if they be laced with judgment
for that is a **** seed
not to be cultivated.
_______
Mind your thoughts
as they develop
inside energies that could
have negative consequences.
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Mind your thoughts
for they hold infante power
of creation.
______

Mind your thoughts
to become embodied with love
laughter and happiness
_______

Mind your thoughts to expand
so you may reap the benefits
of an awaken soul.
_____

Mind you thoughts for they mirror
and orchestrate your journey.
______

Mind your thoughts and if they are negative
change thy computer program.
_____

Mind your thoughts
or ego will jump in and run the show
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Haiku
Mind your thoughts daily
or ego will have field day
life won’t be your own

“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.

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.

Walk, Write, dream.
WALK Proudly
SHARE Fearlessly
DREAM Big

It all started with an OM
a sound pure
filled with light
love
and ability to expand
with sacred energies.

It all started with an OM breeze
traveling cross
universal plane of galaxy.
passing stars of grand light.
Moving in graceful energies
Tickling consciousness
with sparks of Divine orchestration.

It all started
with the loving song of OM.
A song I carry in heart
steps of dance
in my life that is a gift.


StarBG © 2017

Fluffing off awareness,
as if lint is not an option to
my open conscious mind.

Golden sun of heart shines,
as a facet like diamond
unique and priceless.

The energies vibrate
giving feet ethereal wings
and voice songs of gratitude.

From throb of Gods heart,
I beat to dance
with fervor strong
connecting to light.

Sacred ears open
while music plays
in divine orchestration.

I found my truth
from souls whisper
as I listen receiving inner wisdom.
as I walk in the palace I constructed.

Adorned it is with visions
as rainbow blessing flowing
as every footstep
aligns with common cause.
The cause to awaken to bliss
and freedom evermore.

StarBG © 2017

I can't sleep so I write releasing what’s in heart.
Poetry speaks
Angry, sometimes, echoing tones loud
to wake sleeping reader eyes.

While other times its light and airy
like drifting rainbow clouds that tickle senses.

Ever so often it rhymes inside song,
as if a nightingale whispering in ears.

It may be long like a saga that needs to be said,
as one floats in visions grand.
Or short like a Haiku that makes point fast
so clarity lingers.

I can’t sleep so I burn the night oil which these days becomes the lightbulb that matches moon.

Perhaps one will gander on my hills of phase
below their field of stars
or maybe reader be in slumber readied
in morning light to open my gate title.

Either way Its way past my bedtime and my dreams they do await... Farewell

I am the song of my heart
playing inside grace.
Whispering cross air highways
to enter tunnels of ears.
I sing like my teacher the bird.
and echo with harp strings of heart.
I chant attuning to wisdom
and celebrate life with gratitude.
I am an orchestrated melody
one of an old creative soul
looking for accompaniment.

I am a wonderful creation
orchestrated from a grand idea.
A vibration if brilliance, wrapped in human form

I am a precious being
filled with spark of Divine
Awakening everyday in breath
wrapped in pulsations to aid.

A gift who stands readied to advance
inside the compounds of human form.

.."Brick walls in our lives,
are meant to climb."

They are meant to direct your determination
to higher ground for the grand possibilities
waiting for you.

To give you direction
so you may conquer your desirers.

Do you want to climb that wall?
Are you willing to do what it takes to fill your dreams?
Do you want to find rays of suns aspirations flow?

Climb, Climb, Climb.
You are meant to succeed.


Affirmation
Today I will be who I am and climb that wall of dreams
to have all I want.


StarBG © 2017

Jumble tumble
phase of words.
It comes out,
to sound absurd.

Flutter, Clutter
they do fall.
Inside thoughts
as I do stall.

Staller, Hauller
I must write.
Inside trust
I’ll be just right.

Plunker, Blonker
I will play.
Inside silly
in this day.

Wrinka, Wrooa
poem I do
Inside smile
I send to you.

Birds sit on yonder branch
with clarion song.
They call to awaken
those lying in nights slumber.
They shout to bring feet to rise
and dance in day.

Birds they be gift to ears
that breathe in fledgling sound.
The gift that echoes causing self to sing too,  
and vibrate inside the celebration of life.

In leather notebook I write,
scribing music from head.
Words spiral onto page
Moments dissipate.

Will the music echo from other voices?
Or will phases collect cobwebs
inside page?
Will inked words bleed merging in heart
  grand?
Or shall they resinate with instruments
not of my human form?

Time will tell,
as I turn another page
and write to the beat of my heart.

Your words dance in my mind
anointing, inspiring
weather happy or sad,
long or short.
My eyes dance in your word shadows.
They give pen wings to drift
merging with my own thoughts
to script on page. 

A grand dance we poets orchestrate.


StarBG © 2017

Are you a cheater
Have you cheated yourself
of really being here in a sacred vessel?
Only you can answer
And only you can choose...

to live life to the fullest
to open up to life
and the gift it is.
Here to let the ego mind go
and move into the heart.
Where love forgiveness peace comes.
Here to look in mirror and view ourselves completely
before life becomes ash upon a mountain side.

I am on a writers train
destined to move
through landscapes inspiring the written word.

Trees and hilltops
carry visions strong,
food to digest in a poets mind.

Train ignites imagination
with BIG windows
SCENES both cloudy and sunny.
SUNROOF for amazing sights
and moments to savor with others.

I’m on a writers train to journal
with pen in hand
through many a mile
sipping CHAMPAIGN of words.

Care to be my traveling partner
Care to
chat with a fellow scribe
inside a vortex of creativity.

Whistle blows.
Let the ingenuity
writing begin.

Rowing in my dreams
through wavelets
caught by wind
time stops.

Inner guidance
and compass of heart
becomes steering mechanism,
as visions surface capturing
a landscape of magician beauty.

Strands of dream segments
multiply as if a
beaded pearls to be collected.
  as I move gracefully
through tunnel of dreams.

And as I place necklace on
I promise myself I will recall
Each beads significance.

Sun touches window
Necklace gone
Suddenly I awake
trying to remember my dreams
to no avail.

The wolf it calls
in dark of night
when moon is full.
He whistles with wind
howling to sew night air
with blanket of stars

The wolf makes it’s presence known
though silhouette of trees hid its form.

The wolf it celebrates
nights silver moon
reminding all
it is a gift to mankind
and
one of Mother Gia’s Masters.

Snowfalls build
with accumulation.
A gift as wind howls.
A time to slow down
in the simplistic shades of white.

A time to reflect,
in mirror images in ice.

A time to expand
to become a kid again
and play in a winter wonderland.

I gift you
reader who
stands in readiness.
Ready to wash eyes
of past hardships
to stand naked before my song.

I stand to wrap poetic verse
as gift paper
echoing its present with light as strong as sun.
With love as powerful as self pulsating to be free.
And with a moment where unlimited possibilities linger
I invite you to open heart into a new

consciousness.
To know all are gifts
as soul waits to be unwrapped by self
A present of great value.

I hand treasure to you to awaken.
Happy Birthday.

I undress my thoughts
onto page.
Scribing to make self naked
to other eyes.

Body of prose glistens
to match moon light
as verses build.

Cloths fall away
replaced with
cool breeze that fuels words.

I undress my thoughts
layer after layer
aligning with poetic gifts to sing.

I disrobe myself
making way for thoughts
to gel and freedom to be mine.

Love is an ocean of yes's waiting to swim in.
Life preservers unnecessary
as a hearts float even in rough waves.

I shall take a slice of life
with camera in my hand.
Feel the power of the light,
as I move on the land.

Grab it right from inside air,
and place it in my box.
For a later time I’ll look.
The process, nothing tops    

A picture has 1000 words
embedded in its shot.  
Sometimes even songs are there
that touches a hearts spot.

A slice of life to be savored.
Maybe its of one loved.
Or a scene from nature grand
maybe a shot of dove.

One can take many great shots.
Camera gets pictures fine.    
All you do is move finger,
and then it will stop time.

Maybe you will take close ups,
that makes you see real near.
It will help you to forget
and throw away your care.

Time is grabbed inside the lens.
It acts like magic tool
Take it every place you go,
and you will feel so cool.

One more thing yes I will say.
You must listen you hear  
Cameras are a special thing
to recall life so dear.

Though black and white type
colors of words emerge
infused within vivid fields a plenty.
Where eyes can roll around
making face smile and mind wonder.
Where trees blossom even in winter
and verse merges with birds who sing.

Through black and white type
doorways to freedom open
as eyes read as if with dancing feet.
Where time can dissipate
and self can rest.
Where inside ones own home
they can travel
to highways of creative jargon.

Through black and white text
a poem is born.
Crying out to reader who will gather.
Born to lighten eyes and carry heart
to a new prospective inside time.

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.

I would like to fly away.
Be carried by the wind
behind etheric wings
To drift
upon a cloud
basking in the sunlight.
To sing
like birds
anointing all below
with my love.

Y
    E
        S

I would like to fly away,
and
          visit
                    you
                        In
                                 My
                                                    Dreams.

Dear Mars inhabitants,

How is the weather?
Drop by anytime but
be sure to bring
your inventions
so humanity can prosper.

I look forward to our rendezvous
at a quarter past whenever.
Don't be late.

Lets consciously overpower the old regime.
The ones who took our freedom away
with invisible warfare.

Chemtrails infused with toxins.
Vaccinations filled with metals.
orchestrated news.
with fires and violence being false flags.

Lets consciously take over those in power
who under disguise of good
control and brainwash,
kidnap our minds
use black magic and ritual
and encourage separation.

Lets us use the power of THOUGHT and ACTION
to change things and bring earth back
to its magnificence
and bring peace into the world.

Lets awaken to know we must
win the invisible war against the controlling families
and lies
to align with truth
for freedom now.

Lets welcome our alien neighbors
HERE and in our space to aid
with their wisdom.

IT IS TIME. IT IS TIME.

Newscaster spew out jargon,
well orchestrated.
Evening stars appear covered with hazy veil
from chem trails unseen cover.

Truth plastered
in newspaper and TV
for the sleeping is played regularly.
It is not called an idiot box for nothing.

Lies are fabricated,
wrapped in a fancy box labeled truth
for those handcuffed by
controlling monsters of greed.

They’re like vampires,
who prey on the innocent un-awaked ones.
Ones who buy into what is fed them like hungry cattle.

When will enough wake up to see, I wonder?
See that the many are kept in corrals of fear,
lack, and prejudice.
In states of numbness by our air and contaminated food.

Humans bleed everyday
with the paradoxes of lies that filter
every aspect of daily life, until cleansing is done.

Thankfully, more and more are being rounded up
to pay for the atrocities to Humanity.

More and more behind scenes
are standing at service to help
the sleeping transition
with minimum casualties.

Time to get out of the matrex
and question to realign with
the real truth.

Will you keep going with old programs,
or connect to truth and walk on new fields for freedom?

Which version of truth will you vibrate with in waking days?
Do you believe what your told?
OR what is the truth
of YOU being amazingly powerful, gifted,
and a manifesting human with Gods spark within?
(a Jesus in disguise)

Time to decide.

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.

Today, I summon life force energies,
to do my biding.
To vibrate within it’s light.
To expand chambers of heart
as breath tickles consciousness.

Today, I summon life force energies,
to manifest divinely.
To dance as if in flight.
To celebrate moment.
that is ever evolving inside life

Life, where gifts align for peace,
abundance, joy and harmony.

Care to do the same?
The stage is set
all one needs is focus.
to ride waves of life force

Humanity has been hijacked.
Taken prisoner
by controlling powers.

Humanity has been railroaded
as people
are trapped in routines of life
unaware that tentacles of control have infiltrated
every aspect of life.

But there is hope...
AS PEOPLE awaken
to know their foods are poisoned and eat better.

AS PEOPLE stop being brainwashed by watching
news and go to alternative news stations for truth.

AS PEOPLE stop taking the vaccines that have chemicals in them  that get us sick to stay healthy.

AS PEOPLE begin to let go of set religions and their rules from altered bibles to align with God what ever they feel it is.

AS PEOPLE stop destroying the planet and take responsibility to our precious Mother Earth,
Father sky, and Animals.

AS PEOPLE stop accepting war
as an alternative for anything
and align with love our true nature.

Humanity is awakening
as more people learn truth
and are aided by our galactic visitors.

Hope is now sewn into the fibers of our timeline.
To be cultivated with the blessings of God.

StarBG © 2017

The ink well is a writer pens pool.
Where pen becomes fishing rod
for words burried within.

Guppies surface like little words  generated from the mind into delicate poems upon seas of vellum.

Other times words become shark-like bitting to bleed with an array of emotions
and scenes of a broken heart.

Well that was the way it was back in the days when people used ink wells.
Back in the days when poet wrote
near candle light.

Now we have the ball point pens.
Where the thoughts come directly from heart to hand, to ink to paper.

Now writer moves near electric lamp replaced by oil on desk. Or computer screen that houses a new breed
of a gigabyte fish.

All the same the scribe speaks
with words that take on
a life of its own.

Still releasing a fish tale
every now and than.

It is with one match
the darkness of room is lit.
One intention to recall who one is
to expand consciousness for peace.
One song of breath to sing out
and pass an awakening spark,
with compassionate smile.
One moment to change the world.

Be the match you are
to burn inside your great light.
It is why you are here.
It’s with the power of your own light
that God’s spark lives.
It is the light that cannot be extinguished.
The catalyst that makes one see
as they integrate the dark
into rainbows.

One bright candle of self held in a darken room
vibrates to gobble up the dark.
To awaken the sleeping.
To carry the soul to feel empowered by
rays of God within.
By your essence of love present.

One bright candle of self
in a moment of day or night
vibrates to a song of ones divinity
meant to be seen.
To move inside life’s dance.
To ****** go to touch many
feeling everyday the celebration
of a candle of love we are.

Let the light sail into you.
let your own candle burn bright.

I stand at the altar of my life.
My podium that which is see...
our Divine Mother Earth.
sacred sky and sea.
I stand at the altar of my breath,
connecting to all the endless possibilities inside day.

I dance at the alter of my dreams.
My podium the self.
The one who's filed with love.

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.