Ice is a form to gaze inside
like mirror making one dream
of sugar plum fairies.
Of ice castles where rooms invite
a poet wander to visit.

Ice is a frozen menagerie to observe
in a third eyes view
where rainbows are trapped
only for a time
until freed by a wish.

Yes ice is a gift
from natures song of crisp tunes.
Meant to skate on in a
winter wonderland moment
where reindeer fly
and one can harness their dreams.

Snow is falling in mind.
The wet kind with emotions to match.
Puddles of water turn to ice,
finding myself lost in crystal cave.

Chilled to bone my senses feel inundate,
as doubts and fears surround hanging as if icicles.
And trust is evasive like sun blocked by clouds.

I'm in a world off balance
where breath becomes labored
and life is almost a lost prospect.

I lie between two realities.
One where I dream of being free.
One in-prisoned with pain and fears.

I pray before alter
morning , noon, and night
surrounded by crystals
and fragrances of oils
meant to aid.

I pray that all demons within leave
quickly so I can resume life stronger
with purpose to serve mankind.

I pray storm leaves soon,
and ice thaws,
as I hold on with every ounce of my being
and struggle continues.

My only hope is to align
and let go connecting
to Divine Self for relief.

My only hope is to trust and breath deep
to get heat from heart to melt away untruths.

Hope begins to float unlocking my senses
to know I am divinely taken care of
even if I don't understand.

I ask with urgency.
When will I be free inside peace?
Answer comes in sleep time
with
Peace when souls surrendering journey
is fully healed and one
knows all will be well
inside the orchestration
of source.
Inside Gods bed.

I shall choose to romp around, in a playground of love.
Where heart sprouts etheric wings to fly.
Where breath intermingles with rays of sun.

I shall choose to expand, in the playground of earth.
Where heart opens to sing in harmony.
Where breath carries wisdom to bond with self.

I shall choose to dance with grace in playground of love.
Where heart beats with tempos grand.
Where breath tickles lungs to awaken dreams.

Yes I shall choose to celebrate on earths playground
The place I came to explore, before returning home.

I confess,
I sneak about, at night
getting a glimpse of starlit sky
to transmute feelings into words.

Vibrations explode inside restless poetic mind to launch a poem.

I sneak around
when streetlamps are lit, 
and sleep evades self,
as rays of moon call
to aim pen at blank page.

Sometimes,
in day energies invite
inside birds song
for poems to fly out,
as if words have wings.

Other times, I take breath
aligning in daily activities
to find poetic jargon
Behind every corner
ready to strike creative mind.

Heart pumps weather day or night encouraging with its musical song.

And in dreams,
there is always room
to tuck a vision away in memory
to on awakening birth a poem.

I confess I love my writing gifts.

Traveling down to lower frequency
of human form
I move,
facing my shadows of soul.

Cellular silhouettes,
surface to heal
inside earth time.
Shadows deep within
scream to be dissipated
as I feel inside moment.

I cry,
until I recall
who I am, and why I came.
I wander,
trying to ground,
and understand to shift cruelty.
I stand,
in breath finding
inner strength
as warrior.
I reach
for lights guidance.

The light of source,
guides, higher self
and aliens
that serve
as I ask.

And as I do,
listening
with open heart,
path is cleared
to know the gift I am.
To breath into radiant heart,
that beats endlessly
with wisdom and splendor.

The nucleus that shines,
a candle everlasting
as I rise
inside authentic self.

As issues become
mere fuses to fizzle out
with backdrop
of a divine night sky.

I cultivate,
my wounds to transmute them
into a precious flower
tall and divine.

I tend to,
my sprouting experiences
to expand and blossom.

I catch,
the thunderous arrows
thrown at me
to forge them into shinning
steel monument of love.

I gather,
raindrops from eyes and turn it into gratitude pools
.
I cultivate and create
a responsible self strong
for everything I've been through.

I am blessed.

As I dance to the music of my heart
my special song expands.
It moves cross highways of joy
with mountainous visions that call to be wrote.

I dance in new beginnings each day
inside pages of my journey.
And on days where clouds form to block sun
I breath deep aligning becoming the lover
to my true self.
Breathe deep to ground inside
Mothers hug that moves in wind.
A hug that gives me reason to forge ahead
to celebrate inside harmony.

I enter a doorway,
of silence to see.
Light and wind
yes hugging me.

I enter the moment,
in quiet with beams
breathing deeply
to center in dreams.

I enter an archway,
of rainbows grand light
letting go judgments
so all will go right.

I enter cave dwelling,
inside of my heart
to hear guidance
and make a new start

I enter and stay,
meditating for bliss.
Spirit anoints me
with a special kiss.

I etch my passion into heart
slowly carving
as my delight percolates
inside smile and wide eyes.

I shape my breath by inhale
slowly moving
as steps gracefully dance
inside musicial heartbeats.

I am an artist,
creating a journey like no other.
I am the master
inside my gracious heart.

If you feel broken
move through your broken state
to know your divine self.

I have and feel contentment.

If you harbor
self judgment and fears,
align with love.

I have and feel contentment.

If dreams seem far away,
and hope has faded,
find the positive to ignite them.

I have and feel contentment.

If you feel like you have
nothing of worth to say
it is an untruth so release it.

I have and a scribe I now be,
grateful for who I am.

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.

IF you need a poem that echoes love,
I shall write it.

IF you need a thousand notes from a love song,
I shall sing it.

IF you need a guided step from a compassionate one,
I shall escort you.

IF you need a smile to wash away fears,
I shall share one.

IF you need a voice hug.
I will whisper it...
with I love you.

If I could drop a message in a poem,
a verse, a group of letters strung like pearls
for readers neck, I would.

I’d  mold it with stones of optimism
to ward off worry and fear.

Sting it with wisdom to integrate
the new energies for peace.

Enlarge it with songs
to rhythmically expand hearts.
And weave it gracefully so readers
old mind chatter would dissipate.

I would string its message
with pulsations so their echoing voice
would allow one to see their a divine
gift.

If I could drop a message
to show I wear the title Aviator poet of
a new conscious world proudly,
I would.
I do. I am.

IS IT AWARE IT IS WET?

A fish I am and
shall yes be,
a swimming in a
big blue sea.

I swim with might
in water true,
but dry land an’t
for me to do.

So I must say
aware not me
cause I’m a fish
oh can’t you see.

And as a fish
I drift about
I do not care
is what I shout.


StarBG © 2017

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.

If a poet was in love with you,
you can be sure
your beauty
would be scribed into poems forever.
Carved like fine sculptor
wishing to get your perfect form  
captured with descriptive words.

You'd be adorned
with fine words, as if priceless jewelry.
You would be
fuel to light his desires to scribe his love for eternity.
You would be the envey behind many a readers eyes.

And if both were poets, then the world would be graced with
many a romantic poem.

If I was a cat with a poetic heartbeat,
I would be uniquely endowed with wings.
When spread, I would glide to window cil
of poet burning midnight oils with verse.

I would lightly touch their consciousness,
to meow of verse or two.
Inspiration would flow grand,
inside moment so true.

Hand of sage could feel the urge,
to write a vision pure.
Writing would not be a task,
but blessing thats for sure.

Poet and cat would feel Yes one,
to end poem in the night.
Bard will echo with their thanks.
and all would be alright.

As a cat I will sleep well,
to fly another day.
Sending praise to all who write,
inside a sacred day.

If I could only find that love,
where I would melt into a dream.
And sing another's name with grace
inside a melody.  

If I could only find that love,
that launches ship upon the seas.
That gives wings energies to heart,
as beauty gifts to me.

If only I could find that love,
in this a lifetime that seems long.  
To merge within a gentle breeze,
and smell the flowers strong.  

If only seems so far away,  
but I recall I am the light,    
that burns eternal so I'll wait,
as fate takes off in course.

StarBG © 2017

IF I didn't have
the  feeling of being alone,
I wouldn't be who I am.
IF I didn't have
the sadness of being friendless,
I wouldn't be who I am.
IF I didn't have
a mother who dishonored me,
I wouldn't be who I am.
IF I didn't have
a lover who abandon me,
I wouldn't be who I am.
IF I didn't have
dreams at times shattered,
I wouldn't be who I am.
Full of LOVE, LOVE, LOVE
for myself and others
I am who I am

If I was an Italian ice
I would be rainbow in color.
The ice someone special would savor
on hot day,
or steamy night.

A night where stars shine bright,
and pleasure echo.

If I was ice cream
I would be covered with whipped cream.
Soft and fluffy,
inviting someone to play in my sugar plum field.

A field where satin sheets cover
and love grows.

If I was a delicious desert.
I would be in a famous bakery.
Strutting my fancy truffle behind store case.
Hoping, that special person would come
to appreciate my craftsmanship.

But alas I am just a sweet human in form
tasty if I invite you into my private back room.

I fly,
as a human angel
not with wings
but with dancing steps,
a smile,
and reached out hand.

I fly,
in winds of compassion,
steading the energies
to feel peace,
as my inner soul
comes to surface.

I fly
encompassed in moment,
listening to wisdom
of sacred bird, animals
and to
align with neighbors
near and far.

I fly,
remembering
who I am,
and why I'm here.
Here to pass the love,
in hopes that it goes viral.

StarBG © 2017

If there is no way, the heart shall lead.
tickling with wisdom
in-between heartbeats.

The heart will triumph
playing its tune of confidence
serenading as compass.

Yes if there is no way
heart will make one
for dancing feet to follow
and lovers to meet.

I follow,
follow,
follow,
the inspiration wherever it leads.
The spark that gives power to pen.
Expanding breath that bonds inside hands.
The light that integrates with words.

I follow,
follow,
follow
the inspiration wherever it leads.
The scenes that penetrate eyes.
Open ears that perk from birds.
The heart that whispers with song.

I follow
follow,
follow,
the moment that gives me purpose,
celebrating with gratitude
the inspiration where ever it leads.

It would've been different
and you could have journeyed with my love as compass...

We would celebrate life inside love below a sunrise.
Drink coffee so we would stay awake all night to play with our essences.

We would writeour own hearts story with grand harmonies.
Hold hands
in a locked grip of love forever

We would have built bridges in the stars with love so we could dance
disintegrating time.

Instead we connect on bridge
from the other side
where death has no boundaries
and my love for you lingers.

IF ONLY..
Deadly combination of words that plague,
cutting into daily activities to disable.

A second guessing prop
used by ego to keep
me in head. It plays regularly
inching its way into depression.

IF ONLY, I took action to let my son in
when I felt hurt and sad.
IF ONLY I cut off my feelings
and let my sister dishonor me
by saying nothing.
IF ONLY I called my brother more
even though he showed no interest in me...
Maybe then the game would continue
and I wouldn’t feel so alone.

IF ONLY my words and behavior of uniqueness wasn't so different, maybe my parents and siblings and son could see me as divine instead of someone who needed to be changed.

My ONLY answer comes in prayer asking for help
and connecting to who I am.

My ONLY answer comes when I align not with ego but with spiritual principles that say things happen for a reason.

And SO from distance I send them love
knowing I am a trooper meant to GO IT ALONE.

Meant to share my gifts with the world unscarred
from others who don’t understand.

BUT WHO IS KIDDING WHO...IT STILL HURT.

If Only
I could see beyond
my egos stupid chatter.

a rock
held it in my hand
tightly.
Pressure built
It became a diamond.

If stars could talk,
I would be the energetic wind
listening to translate
and send it’s message.

They would be smiling,  
acknowledged how much I love them.

Conversation would change
as they caught my wish from a passing angel
to smile with a yes.

And as they continued to float
in sky who's essence is love
they would send a message
saying I am one of them,
meant to shine with light and love.

Then as I fell asleep
they would carry me in my wish
Wish to drift all night long and sing in harmony
with my star friends.

If we met on street,
or cafe,
brother of mine,
would we befriend each other?
I think not for
our interests
would clash not suiting
each others needs.

If we met in park,
or shop,
sister of mine,
would we befriend each other?
I think not for
our consciousnesses of life
would clash
insufficient to hold
a friendship bond.

If we met
on vacation,
or place where others mingle,
son of mine,
would we befriend each other?
I think not,
as ties of lineage
does little when judgements
weaken the chance to rondevu.


If we met
in a home for aged,
or across dinner table,
mother dearest,
would you befriend me,
not knowing who I was?
I think not,
for visions of self
has always been dull,
and sadness is something
that has cut the heart
most of my life.

If we met
inside anyplace
traveled,
father of mine
would we befriend each other?
Hell yes,
but you have parted this earth realm
leaving me to see you in dreams.

So, if I meet you
in present times
ties to a family
would not be.
And
perhaps,
a friendship
would start
to make a soul
for-filled.

StarBG © 2017

dance with light
you have to dance with dark,
so... give yourself a break
and integate.

If you need a poem that echoes love,
From poet I shall write it.

If u need a thousand notes from a love song, I shall sing it.

If you need a guided step from a Avitar of light, I shall escort you.

If you need a smile to wash away doubt. I shall share my heart.

If you need a voice hug. I will whisper it with I love you.

YOU have torch-like pen to illuminate words.
Carry sword-like pen to etch feelings onto page.

Handle brush-like pen to paint landscapes.
Move microphone-like pen to scream words
of anger.

YOU carry flute-like pen to play music from heart.
Hold barton-like pen to lead one to see poets view.

Move spoon-like pen to mix units of prose.
Sway magic wand-like pen to make visions skillfully.

If your a poet, YOU are in a special class, a mirror of life
and blessed with the gift of words.

If you can dream it you can do it.
Ride a stallion inside the clouds,
and film it for the world to see.

Write a three dimensional poem
and have people live the vision.

If you can dream it you can do it.
Dance upon a mountain of gold
and have Gia’s voice sing in ears.

Sprout wings to fly like condor
across highways of stars
as moon winks hello.

If you can dream it you can do it.
Make a diamond ring from a nut
and have it sparkle in beauty.

Launch a heart into
the vibration of love
so one feels ultimate bliss.

If you can dream it
you can do it.
Be the greatness of who you are
and celebrate endless possibilities.

I give life
to my empty vellum page,
my blank computer screen,
and my journal that calls
to have pens scribbling company.

I give life
to my librettos that anchor
from poets mind inside breath,
intent for verses to sprout wings
and landscapes dipped
in paint of words for canvas to ignite.

I give life
to quiet moments that travel
behind roaming eyes
searching for inspiration.
Schemes to look for
the beauty of life inside gratitude.
and my synchronize heartbeat of love
to sing.

I give life
to my human form
in moment, breath, gratitude and love.
To invite wisdom from heart to flow.
aligning with sun and moon
and to finally feel the magic
from loving myself.

Kissing my journey      
with words of gratitude
I dance,
spiraling, turning, celebrating,
life experiences.

At end of day
I kiss
the human vessel
that aids my walk.

I kiss my feet for its movement.
Hands for holding.
Arms for reaching
Fingers for typing.

I kiss my heart that beats.
Eyes that see beauty.
Lungs that caresses breath.
Hair weaving with wind.

I kiss my knees that hold me.
Head that expands.
Hips that sway.
Cells that travel.

I kiss with gratitudes voice
all parts
and The Divine
for the
blessings of each day and the gifts I have.

I kiss bye Bye
old thoughts that kept me prisoner.

I’m not good enough or pretty.
Not smart or worthy.

I rondevu with light
and release judgements that serves not.

I be sacred and child of God.
I’m divine ready to celebrate.

I say farewell to the drama
and open heart with seeds of love.

Toddle’s old fears.
that stops expansion.

Adios to limiting beliefs.

I kiss hello higher self
who showers me with unconditional love.

That reminds of my love essence.
That aligns me with inner power.
That carries me to higher vibration.

The vibration of peace and love.