In meditative state,
the silence greeted me divinely.
It tickled senses,
as breath bonded with heart.
As doorways to wisdom opened
with key of focus.

I heard nothing but in-breath
rolling out to my exhale.  
It catapulted me in an instance,  
into a realm of no time.

Mind expanded,
in visions behind eyes.
Heartbeats matched dancing steps,
as voices soft penetrated in ears.

In meditative state,
spirit-guides greeted me with hugs.
It caused heart to expand,
as wisdom echoed like birds song.
As light disintegrated dark
for harmony within.            

I was now the student
and spirit my teacher.
I was now in school,
where test was trust,
and reward was miracles.

No turning back for pupil
from souls classroom agenda
for love and peace to anchor.
For days to be filled with magic
in journeys moments.

In meditative state,
I greeted self with sacred hug
Truth aligned to be sealed in breath,
as Inner child beamed.
As I awakened      
to celebrate peace.

Celebrate to now construct my own reality.

Its a beautiful day to live.
Its a beautiful day to die.

But I shan't die today.
I have to much to do
of my souls journey.
Yes to do merging
with the suns powerful ray's
and drifting clouds.

Too much to do to integrate
between the raindrops pitter pater
and the moment that calls.

No, I shan't die today.
for the heart tells me so
and I shall follow its lead-
gratefully surrendering
inside trust, inside day.
Its a beautiful day.

wind tapped on my lids
as if they were a door.
"Awake its a new day,"
the wind whispered.

Birds joined in
awakening my ears
with their gentle
sacred melodies.

It was time to exit my bedroom.
Time to dance in day gracefully.
Time,
as wind carried,
and birds sang.

Flying in the winds of gratitude, I drifted.
Feeling the energies of new day.
I felt blessed,
as a fellow creature
with wings of silk joined me.

We sang on highways of light.
We opened hearts
to play in playground
of fairies and Unicorns.

We celebrated
on a mountain of HP words.
Fairy JuJuBa and Jugnu the firefly
were friends who celebrated life.

StarBG © 2017

We DOST have sparks within of sacred energy CALLED LOVE. Yes, IT MAKES all things possible, as we GROUND and move on stage of life. A platform where WE, are performers for our soul.A place to radiate our love qualities

Come, dance to the music with the musical magical metronome of heart we carry.

Come celebrate with vibrations of love to spread in wind. lights power that travels with intention of breath.

We are human farmers infused with love seeds, all we need do is remember. And go to a harvesting the sacred love we carry.

All we need do is look within our own sun to germinate the gift of self. The gift of LOVE we are.

Knock, knock at tree I stood there.
Wondered if someone would hear.
I did whisper can I see?
All the beauty housed in thee.
If I’m let in this is clear.
It will make me surely stare.

For the magic goes down deep.
Hope tree fairy I will meet.
Fairy answered one two three.
It did welcome me with glee.
So I drifted in tree fine.
Mother Nature is Divine.
When I left I bowed with awe.
Then fairy did close the door.

Perhaps I’ll visit soon I hope.
Natures grand and thats no joke.

Scarecrow stands in wait
watching cross fields of florets.
"Beware birds of black,
begone and don't come back.
For I am mighty scarecrow.
Standing guard catching breeze in hat."
StrawJack , intoned to crow brat.

Straw man stands in wait,
taking job seriously in straw abode.
With pride loving his Mother Earth,
he dances with wind in mirth.
He's Friend to all who bloom
and bells that croon.
Spending company with
passing clouds and moon.

Knit one, word.
Pearl, a verse.
That’s what a poet weaver does.

Pen becomes needle,
to wrap around visions.
Periods slip markers,
giving writer pause.

Lyrics surface in mind
to cable cast upon poem.
Daisy stitch, field blossoms
within a poesy song.

And in deepen breath
weaver binds off
to end with love stitch, word...
Perhaps, giving reader chance
to Run Stitch with eyes
cross finished textured page.

I take a vitamin thought everyday.

It Includes
A pill of optimism
A pill of gratitude
A tablet of trust
A pill of anticipation,
that day will be great
Why?
Because its manufactured
with breeze of breath,
in the factory of heart

When one has a good attitude it is like a vitamin in itself and it can shape your day.

My pen is a heaven sent miracle.
A quill as if blessed by bird.

It dances cross fields of white
anointing page.

It gracefully moves
with intention to bond
inside readers eyes and breath.

It becomes sword of light
to aid a sad readers heart
and opens windows
for harmony.

My pen is like metronome
that ticks consistently
to meter rhyme.
And drifts with lyrical song
that echoes Divinely.

Yes, my pen is a heaven sent miracle,
and I am the poet that holds its essence.

My stalk like pen
moves in wind
like corn on a summers eve.
Words call tickling air in breath
as pen takes a stance.
Corn husks feed the hunger
that grows to plant this moment.
A moment where poetry is within

And ink will mount stallion white page
as if pen needs to catch the words.
Words to be corralled inside a trotting verse.

Perhaps later I will sit by fire
inside my tire
and hear foal poem neigh--
I say with hooray.

Make lemons out of lemons they say.
I make it in my house each day
For I never know what will come
so I drink and bow to sing and pray.

Pray to look far deep inside
then I move with inner pride
cause I know life is a gift
inside hardships I won’t hide.

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.

Fairies do drift
beside one’s blind eyes.
They live just like
ourselves.
Swirling inside
winds of time.

Mermaids do swim,
under bright full moon.
They frolic like us
catching waves.
Swirling inside graceful
wavelet fields.

Dragons do live
upon planets green.
They dance with breath
just like us.
Swirling with strong energies
in far-off galaxies.

But Aha, perhaps
you disbelieve,
still sleeping in matrex of Earth.

Perhaps, you may awake
if journey prescribes,
to feel oneness
with beings near and far.

If not
all may just fade away,
like a childhood fairytale.

Quite frankly, it doesn't matter
for all are part
of the diversity of spirit.

Part to be savored,
and celebrated.

StarBG © 2017

With inner guidance
my compass of heart I hold,
listening to its direction.
My breath aids to hear.
My intention reviles purpose.

With inner guidance
my dreams
are unleashed
to the spinning dial of dance.
To the moment that expands
with light.

Through storms and winds
I land safe secure and
intact with help from source.
with a whisper of gratitude for life
and a large abundance of blessings.

Inner guidance don't leave home without it.

My mothers in a holding pen before she dies.
Walls decorated with fake flowers
and pictures she doesn't see.
People in corridors in wheelchairs
where smells stagnant from old age permeant nostrils.
Where food severed under heading of meals barely healthy
is thrown on plates by aids trying to end their shift.

And me I see her through bars of her own fading mind.

My mother is living in an institution before she passes.
Waiting out the hours where memories are as distant
as a few and far between hug.
A place called a memory ward that fills her with medication
causing a bed time of 6PM.

And me I see her through invisible bars of an empty stare
and mouth that strains for words.

My mothers living in a old age holding pen before she
cashes in her chips and turns up toes.
A place that helps fill her day with old TV shows
watching with an unfocused eye and restless body.
An expensive place thats situated on tree lined street
she goes out not often.

And me I see her through door with bolted lock
that rings out reminding us both she's imprisoned.

My mothers living in a cell for the forgotten,
waiting for her life sentence of journey to end.
Where one can see inside her distant stare, she misses dad and her hearts wishes to be with him.
A place she's waiting for warden-like angels to free her
and guide her to roam in peace and freedom.
The home in stars where she can feel my love
and see her life legacy was well lived.

And me I just smile grateful for time left to say Mom “I love you,” forgetting all difference. Words I never know will be said for the last time to her longing ears.

On each day of Hanukkah
as candles burned bright an angel came to me.
The angel echoed for eight days and I listened.
as it said...

BE the sacred gift you are.
STAY in your power inside self love.
REACH out with aid to help others.
WHISPER inside forgiveness.
HOLD compassion in your heart.
RUN inside your dreams.
CHOOSE to only harbor love.
REMEMBER who you are - divine.

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.

Let
openhearted
vibrations
evolve

Rock me to sleep crickets
with your grand night song.
The ones,
that makes stars shine
and moon radiate.
The ones
that gives peaceful dreams
a chance to root.

Take me
in your arms
oh lullaby,
so I may drift in sleep,
to vision sunshine days.

Rock me,
as night evolves to day
and light breeze
moves through window pane.

Gryllidaes,
small but loud.
Wrap my ears
with your musical berceuse.

The ones
that tickles inner ear
to match hearts warble.
The one’s
that play an original masterpiece
all its own.

Bluebottle of night
play on
like fine musician,
as I whisper smile.

As I,
drift
in world of sleep
with your blankets song
and my grateful heart.


StarBG © 2017

With pen poised I loaded
my Baronet-like instrument,
aimed at opponent
shaped with armor of vellum.
Ammunition
of words and punctuation
filled with inks-powder
for accuracy aligns.
Three, Two, One,
FIRE.
Phases flies
across field of page.
No casualties today
only a flag remains of a poem
proving battle of prose was here.

Mother Gia sacred and magnificent
echoes divinely.
Magical rainbow waterfalls drift,
as forest fairies bathe gracefully.
As sun kisses my soul.

Breath rondevu’s with breeze.
Moment expand with purpose.
Cells dance with loves light
traveling to heart.

A meeting place where all dark disintegrates,
and love conquers all.

Etched behind my eyes is your smile.
Sealed in my memories is your hug.
Merged with breath are my thoughts,
dear soulmate Curtis that you
will rendezvous with my heart
in dreams so we dance again in life,
when I leave this journey on earth.
A voyage where in heart  I move
feeling your love and
send you gratitude.

I poet,
took a ferry on rhyming wave.
Its peaks white
danced to merge
with creative flow.
It vibrated
behind lense of eyes
gracefully.

Smells of salty air
filled lungs to expand heart.
Birds flew gracefully
with song to launch ditty.

I poet
took trip on a word breaker,
that mirrored sounds
aimed at others.

Sounds that made
a piece of poetry
ripple
in a readers eye.

Break your mind apart with new thoughts never contemplated and you expand with grand wisdom
to fly in freedom.


StarBG © 2017

On Christmas morning,
an angel came to me and
bestowed a kiss on me.
I breathed it in and knew the message...

CARRY LOVE TO OPEN HEART AND LIVE IN HARMONY.

On Christmas morn an angel came
and gifted me with a hug.
I breathed it in and knew the message...

VIBRATE FORGIVENESS EVERYDAY
FOR IT WILL LEAD TO PEACE.

On Christmas afternoon angel came
and wrapped me with unconditional love
I breathed it in and knew the message...

ECHO SELF LOVE IN THOUGHTS AND
KNOWING YOU ARE DIVINE.

On Christmas day an angel came to me
with grace placing a song in ears.
I listen and knew the message....

SING WITH MELODIES OF COMPASSION
IN-ORDER TO HELP CHANGE THE WORLD.

On Christmas evening an angel came
dancing gracefully inside grand light.  
I watched and knew message...

KEEP DANCING IN PATH KNOWING GOD IS THERE CELEBRATING YOU EVERY MOMENT.

On New Years day an angel came to me
and whispered a Happy New Year
I opened ears and knew the message...

ALIGN WITH THE NEW ENERGIES
TO LIVE  IN YOUR ESSENCE... LOVE

My dog loves me
everyday regardless
of my stature, brains, or habits.

My pooch loves me
daily regardless
of my reputation, singing out of key
or smelly armpits
I feel blessed
And me...
I love him like family
whereby
Mi casa es su casa

Rich winter snows
with their crystalline flakes
fall gracing hilltops
below Alaskan skyway.

Droplets of frozen dew
gather as if meeting with purpose to merge.
Aputi tweaks all of Mother Earths children.
Trees can’t escape
as icicles form
touching landscape.
Quiet echoes
as birds occasionally move
across canvas
of a cloudy sky.
Little footprints appear showing proof of life
in a white covered terrain
and clothing in layers are worn
to brave winter winds.

Perhaps skies will open again
with little Qanitlag flakes
dancing upon fields ready for Old Man Winters hug.
Reminding those in witness
that we’re still far from a winter thaw.

And as I commune with the Divine.
vibrations of light rise like sun.
Like hand held by invisible friend.

I move connecting with precious gifts
with outside playground that carries feet.
With the feeling of Gia's love.

I connect by merging  in
dancing steps with partner of tree
as fairies strum elegantly.

I move aligned as voice box is tickled
with treasures to launch song.
Hence, moments melt away.
being replaced with
freedom and abundance
gratitude and peace.

I am, a penman,
encoded with words from within soul,
Stitched in grace.
Embroidered in breath
and fabric of my being.

I go by many names.
Sorcerer to magically scribe words to page.
Gardner planting seeds of thoughts for readers eyes.
Sculpturer using a tool of pen
to etch out visions.
A Dreamer making my way
across fields of white.

Whatever the title...
I'm glad to share. It is who I am
A gift of a writer inside a human vessel.

I want to write a love story,
with all the flavor of a grand movie.
A story that touches viewers heart.
The kind people go in droves to,
where man and woman explode with
passions never ending.
I want to write a love story with me in it.
One that matches dream to drifting in someone's arms.

I am a circus poet.
juggling verse
with clown like rhymes
to make people happy.

I am a tightrope walker
stringing jargon to walk across
as I balance prose
inviting reader to walk with eyes.

I swing along on trapeze
as reader sees landscape unfolds
and watches with gasp of grandeur.

I am even a lion tamer.
Taking ferocious words of emotions
to calm its form
and scribe with pen of whip.

You see I am all members of the circus
and I open my tent of poetic song.
Step right up.
A ticket is a mere moment of your time

Music enters hearts and ears,
balancing dancing boots.
Crowd in sic with moment listen,
as gifted one sings
on stage.

Without warning
moments unfold to chaos,
as deadly sounds
replace music of once peaceful concert.

People
run for cover dodging bullets
as others step up with kindness
to aid while world watches
longing for truth.

But still, we get fed lies.
Fabrications in media
by those with their own agenda.

Scenarios of scene
on news stations
makes no sense
pointing to another false flag event,
that plagues our world.

Still stories of untruth are painted,
for the public
living unconsciously,
who yearn for an answer
to bandage their pain.

Maybe someday it will be reveled.
Until then, my heart cries
for those lives lost.

And I pray
for an end to violence by hidden factors,
and for peace on earth
evermore.

A cup sits on a stack of books.
as inquisitive eye ascends closer
to a photograph well framed.

Is it filled with coffee to keep one up to study,
as night lamps burn I wonder.

Perhaps it’s filled with hot chocolate to take chills away
on night when wind roars.

Maybe it was an evening meal of soup to drink
before going back to reading.
Or perhaps, it’s filled with chocolate milk
to make an inner child smile
and the books are just coasters.

The choice is yours
as the image is yours to play with
in a mind where anything is possible.

Oh to be a farmer,
connected to
Mother Earths gifts.

To wake up at dawn to see
the divine sunrise swiming in sky.

Oh to be a cultivator
of the food
mankind uses for substance.
washing hands with energies of soil.


Oh to be a farmer grand
have livestock
be your friend,
as one smells the sweet country air.

To walk on Gia holding dreams,
as sun shines and night stars glisten.

Oh to be a farmer, to live off the land
and feel grounded
grateful and grand.

Captured in a lucid dream I am,
moving in a place where
reality tickles senses.

Am I awake? Am I asleep?
Senses say, I am in full awaken state.
Say, I’m moving in graceful style,
inside the gentle breeze.

Captured in visions grand I am
where there are no prisoners
but just souls interacting with grace.

Am I awake? Am I in subconscious state?
Energies of light center to give me serenity.
They echo,
"I am awake."

I shall live to type another day.
To ride with stallion of breath
and move on fields of verse.

To expand consciousness
jumping over huddles for freedom.

I shall live to embody my own divinity.
To touch others by reaching hand,
and dance inside dreams.

To expand consciousness
with source and receive wisdom.

Yes I shall. I will. I must,
give myself the gift of knowing who I be
To shed unwanted thoughts
and fly with etheric wings of a Pegasus.