Happy 12 :12 on 12/12 ALL.
CONNECT AND BREATH INTO THE ENERGY PRESENT.
ALIGN WITH LOVE .
REAP THE BENEFITS.
THEY ARE THERE FOR ALL.

My writers mind is consumed in thoughts,
as the waining moon shines,
and wind blows at the 2Am hour.

Vessel is gripped with feelings of desertion
as if time stopped and I’m stuck in limbo.

What does a person do,
when loved ones are allusive
and care little about a sibling?
When sleeping seems unattainable?
And seeking out a friend is nonviable
since those dead asleep cannot hear.

And yet with pen in hand my only friends
seem to be the written word.
The phases that give serenity to a tired soul.

The wind howls trying to get inside mind,
as if knocking at my door-like ears.
As if it wants to come in, while hour turns to three
and street lamps still burn.

Yes the writers mind creates
when ****** into a cavern of words and darken halls.
It lingers under desk lamp that causes a haze in eyes
and a lightheaded frame.

Searching for reasons for a restless night
and solemn heartbeat continues,
as hand to pen is held tightly
and words flow like opened levee.

Phases swirl in mind before hitting page.
They mount with words of hurt from people doing me wrong.
They echo with power cutting open old wounds.

The blood of memories cover as if a blanket.
Now I understand why my sleep is unattainable.
Now its time to surrender and take a pill to sleep.
Just maybe later today the sun will bring some peace
and perhaps a friend to lend an ear.

StarBG © 2017

The mind wanders when one can't sleep.
Night sounds crescendo to shooting stars.
Dreamscapes under sheets are put on hold.
Lights twinkle from ocassional bridge traffic.
All because of a late cup of coffee and some girl time.

We are all gifted and famous in the eyes of the Divine.

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Life is just an accumulation of experiences meant to enlighten the soul.

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With a deep breath and a grounded step a thousand dreams can be launched.

On sleepless night
I took a breath,
facing the mirror image
of computer screen.
With sleepy eyes half shut,
my poetic mind began to wonder.
Visions started to mesh
with string of words
and soon another poem was born.
Born to post as many sleep.

At a way-station of my dreams
I carried a vision
Something never tried before.
A mystery door opens.
Energies spiraled inside a yes
stallions of wind comfort
Arms reach to catch moonbeam
Climbing to new heights inevitable,
whistle blows at station
loudspeaker of clouds echoes
A B C D E F G  
Always believing causes dreams, evolve from grand Love.

Cloud Pegasus's cover sky warning the rains will come. Once deluge passes wings open and a rainbow appears.

Wearing mask of clown, I move outward
bringing smiles to faces.
Tickling hearts of all ages.
Blowing bubbles to launch dreams
that spiral in the moment.

Wearing mask of smile, I dance in big shoes,
jumping through hoops to take worries away.
Singing a song to ride a carousel of light.
Waving magic wand to open hearts of precious souls.

Wearing a mask as clown, I celebrate
giving peace to the many who gather.
Stopping time to bring laughter to all.
Inviting a parade of joy to commence.
Until alone I sit removing my mask,
to realize I've been escaping
from a reality
that haunts my heavy heart.

StarBG © 2017

"Hold the sunflower in your heart
and move with grace, as the Divine flower you are,-
allowing the clown within to smile, laugh,
and explode with gratitude.”

Sadness, and fear
is a stained glass cry for help.
It’s a drop of kaleidoscope colors,
when dried by the sun.
It’s the outlet to awaken to see clear
and know the divine essence of soul.

A fairy came a knocking  
a knocking at my door
it showered me with loving light.
It made me ask for more.

It Spun around so graceful
She made me echoe love.
And I move inside of my day,
to fly just like a dove.

The fairy sang with rhythms.
She made me want to sing.
Now I whisper gratitude,
Inside a sacred ring.

So if you hear of fairy knock,
Do answer it quickly.
Then inside of your grand day,
you'll move in harmony.

A fire of sadness and hopelessness surrounded
as I sat on bed alone until:
A sacred fairy came to me
under nights moon.
It came as energies of darkness
pulled on conscious mind.
It circled with to sing in rhythms of love.
It surrounded to usher me into the light.
It came to heal my tarnished heart.