Living free means to cause no grief for anyone and to live inside heart moving with energy of love.

And as I stand planting invisible roots
of intention into Mother Gia,
I am rejuvenated.
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to walk my walk, and talk my talk in Earth time.

Life forces carry me deep
into the realm of LOVE
where breath becomes like water
to aid growth and heartbeat sun.

There I bond with my flower
and tree companions.
There I feel peace
being connected,
before becoming
a walking tree for humanity
part of Mother Earths child.

Letters are beings with
etheric legs moving gracefully
toward company of other rune friends.

Musical energies rise
drawing many to hilltop of mind.

Families of characters gather
to make dancing line of verse.

Sounds echo, as they sing lighting up
consciousness of my poet mind.
The one, who rises pen scepter
to welcome
those visitors
with a thousand legs
and many a stories.

Into a miniature world, I wander.
World inside a breath of imagination.
Everything sparkles,
in hues of rainbow moments.
Everything touches heart,
with cool breeze.
Melodies build in momentum.
Eyes revolve in sea,
as lids open wide becoming sail.
Light merges with dark.
And clocks expand to reveal
clapping hands
that indicate no time.
All is peaceful
even when raindrops fall,
in spinning motions to heal.
All is peaceful inside love,
as reality merges with visions.
A place I visit often,
as a prancing, I will go.

My souls thirst is fed
as breath swirls within.
As vessel grounds in moment
with peaks of wave

I drink my essence
as if an icream soda,
bubbling with sweetness
Topped with a cherry
that holds dreams.

Souls wisdom is quenched
with sprinkles of gratitude
I whisper.
Whisper, as I move awake, alert,
Aligned in my greatness.

With a deep inhale
my lungs, heart,
and consciousness
expand.
moving graceful as blossoming flower.

The seeds within,
have been planted with
The Divines hands eons ago.

Gentle wind caresses
as if I’m in a web of infinite love.
Moments,
inside another breath
carry steps
so I may dance.

Dance,
holding hands with
light,
love, compassion,
and serenity,
An orchestration of music
by my soul.

My star self shines
pulsating with gratitude
for the moments present
of life.                

Sky of stars
slowly transitions
to an orchestration of day.

Mind aligns with thoughts
to envision a day
meant to sing with poetic song.

Song,
inside a souls heart
that smiles.

Torch in heart burns
Burns for the loss
of a friendliness sister.

It illuminates my tears
As I recall a time
where friendship blossomed
to run in fields.

Where day and night merged
with silver lining
And things seem
simpler.

Torch I feed strongly now,
with dreams and memories
With light and love.

My poetic words flow like river,
meandering through verse pushed by breath.
Words expand becoming infused
with bubbles that float across page.

My poetic verse becomes like fish
dancing in waves caught
in my pens pole.

A pole that rises above currents
to construct a poem
thats dinner for a readers mind.

I weave my words
with intention
to be a healing blanket.

Sometimes they come as  
an affirmation
or a quote
Other times a gentle song
to remind the reader
they were a cloak of love with.

I weave as scribe,
sage, avatar
celebrating
inside my words that hug.

My vessel imbedded with light drifts,
on swirling waves of verse,
and are woven in tapestry of ocean.
Fish colorful enhance eyes for inspiration
Sails flap tickling ears
to loosen poetic thoughts gently.
My compass of heart leads.
Moments dissipate gracefully.
The day is beautiful with warm sun,
as I'm carried on uncharted sea of phases.

And as Captains log opens on return to shore,
I sit, in writing position before sea’s vision dinner
The place where poems meet book.

Our names
are like poetry sweet,
                                 so divine,
                                                      so complete.

Our names
make birds sing sweet
                               as they tweet,
                                                  songs on street.

Our names
are a lyrical melody,
                        as we fly free
                                               in harmony.

I love NATURE.
its sweet fragrances and powerful allies within.
It divinely connects ground to sky and self to wisdom.

I love NATURE.
It echoes inside breezes with unconditional love.
It’s roots in meditation I travel inside, to stay grounded.

I love NATURE.
It’s a gift for all humanity.
It’s the place my bones will rest inside, when I leave this place

Nature is the queen of life.
The great bed for poetry to be born.
The landscape for hearts to sing
with birds and words to flow.

Rivers gracefully move
full with life,
inside waves of visions.

Trees whistle with wisdom
and jargon that tweak senses.

Animals big and small
merge in oneness
to spark prose.

Nature, one to honor
inside beauty and mystery.
The present to celebrate
for all mankind.

Upon my simple steps of dance
Springs breeze did flow.
Carrying eyes to see yellow,
and ears to smell flowers grand.

Steps begin to dance
as ears opened with birds song.
As children began to play in park
and lovers strolled.

Nature she gifts me
with her seasonal hug.
A hug to say winter
has gone to sleep,
and its time to unclothe.

I can't give up on you. Your in my heart. In the blood of my heartbeats and light within eyes.

I can't give up on you. Your the one I waited a lifetime for. The candle burning in heart and song that echos love.

I can't give up on you. Your a tickle in my breath. The wings that give dancing feet flight, and the lighthouse that guides my vessel.

I can't give up on you. Your the bread and butter of my subsidence. The rhyme that makes the reason and a beautiful rainbow sky.

I can't give up on you. For we traveled together many a lifetime. The one who mirrors unconditional love

And touches the silence within an eternal tick sheltering my peace.

Never too far away
the vision of your face
in my mind
filed for eternity.

No never oh never
to far my
distant
lover
who floats in a memory
that stops time
as if we first met.

I step onto floor
to dance in our favorite song
gracefully.
The one that plays
everyday
on awakening.

I drift in a breath
catapulting self into visions
of us floating
in stream of love.

Moments melt into
fiery stars
that vibrate
against
night sky.

We shall meet again
when surface of skin fades
and highway
of universe leads.
For you are never too far away.

Open your heart to the mornings sun.
The dawn that holds unlimited possibilities.
It’s the gift that holds miracles,
inside breeze,
song of birds,
and the heartbeat of life.

Present your dreams to Saint Matin
The Sunup that wraps eyes in moments blanket.
It’s your thoughts that sow them into reality.
In yellow diamonds.
Pinks so luxurious,
and red-oranges a glowing.

Greet with gratitudes voice at first light  
The genesis that gleams with brilliance.
It’s the self being divinity in motion  
in the journey.
Awakening to spirit
and inside celebration of love.    

Just breath into the Canticle of morning
it is rhythm of love and harmony.

A new grand day,
where gratitude anchors
and miracles surface.

Where gentle breezes blow
and hearts open
to the magic of life.

A new baby day
where moment unveils
unlimited possibilities
and sun sends rays of love
to all.

Lying in bed at first light,
I jump start my day
with breath into heart.

Energies spiral
Eyes open consecrating moment
Sounds tickle fibers of ear
And mind pulsates with thought.

It’s a phase perfect for poem to be launched
Verse to be scribed upon computer screen

Moments unwind as sun rises in sky
as keyboard is taped in song like fashion
as
perhaps a person on other side of the world may read
to nourish their mind and jump start their day.

grows everyday inside the moment of a breath, the focus in the heart and footsteps of dance.

It sprouts like beautiful flowers,
as gardner I sow truth
that I have God's essence within.

New hope grows everyday
generated by
faith, trust, and compassion,
as  I remember who I am.

It blossoms 
with water of gratitude
in the sacred journey I celebrate.

I whisper this poem with sigh.
moving at dusk of clouds.
Roads take me
on pathway
where heart grows heavy
and footsteps slow.

From where he hides that someone
I’ve searched for?
Is he behind stars,
near flower not yet bloomed?
On road the self less travels?
Or perhaps he’s mythical with no form
making absent to eyes.

Whispers of prayer leave lips
to land on leaf
for gentle breeze to gift an angel.
Perhaps then
dream will touch reality,
as I do rest
below a moon bells song.

The day we moved into the house things changed. The walls seem to echo as if the house spoke.
It was years since my wife and I had physical contact. Kids and jobs took our attention  And there was little time in the bedroom other than sleep. I didn't expect anything to change as responsibility with a the is many.
  Anight visitor came  inside the breeze . I couldn't make out their ****** expression or even their garb but  I sensed I knew him and needed to listen
As if it was guiding my hand I allowed myself to touch my partners form. I could feel her body melting as I began to tickle her fancy. Together we moved in a thunderous song of breath and heartbeat.  I was home in my new home.

Everyday is New Years.
To feel invigorated
by a moment of anticipatory splendor.

To ride a wave of optimism and resolutions.

New Years everyday when looking in the heart
and traveling with a smile
and a dream.

MY WISH
is to align with my own heartbeat
and resinate with it so I can aid humanity
SO ALL MAY awaken to a world of love as it is meant to be.


WHAT IS YOUR WISH?

HAPPY NEW YEAR ALL!

Words at bedside
echo resonating against
bedpost and springs.

Pulsating to weave
like blanket giving comfort
on cold night.

Words at bedside
ignite self to drift  
swirling around in moment.

A moment where moon shines
and dreams expand with whistling wind.

Clocks are turned
to meet fall winds.
Clouds cover moon
and stars glow is stifled.

Day wizes by
Bringing night again.
Time to face shadows.

Time where fragments of pain
surface from past life
to be healed.

Faceless shadow
invade present realms reality.

Body twists.
Concentration fades
Rashes appear and
Sleeps impossible.

When will it end, I ask
starring outward.
In quiet answers comes...
"When you're done
with what you came for."

When sleep evades
night field opens
and poets words expand.

Burning midnight oil
unable to sleep
my thoughts churn
in vacuum of mind.

They beg
pounding cross membranes
wanting to be scribed.
They echo in breath calling
till I sit and begin to write.

Surrender I must,
as words become key to open heart.
I write so perhaps
soon I could sleep.
And dream in hopes
that morning light
will find them a new place    
behind someone else's eyes.


StarBG © 2017

Difficult to sleep
Pills I do not like to take.
Guess I'll watch the moon.

Stars look amazing.
I will make a wish tonight.
Sweet dreams on the way.

My sleepy eyes close.
Night time adventures begin.
Its divine to dream.

In a silent scream
against night walls I lie,
in a bed where hours drag
and sadness enters.

No one can hear me.
No one can help,
as my toucher is embedded in sheets
of energies orchestrated by higher self
from another lifetime.

Bugs crawl engulfing my body
and NOTHING can change it
until my healing is done.

NOT changing of the sheets,
bringing in the bug brigade spray,
or even a shower in lights dim,
helps.

The itching is unbearable sometimes,
as I twist and turn
in corridors of a restless dream
half a wake.
Sometimes my body feels like hot coals
are thrown on me.
Other times I release a thunderous tear
as
guiding hand I try and scratch.

Bearing it I do as I know it has a higher purpose
and when it gets too difficult I take
two pills above the normal.

Bearing it I do,
hoping my healing process will end soon
to my spirits specifications.

My nightmare only comes at night,
and by morning all bites and markings
are gone
as prayer goes out
in hope I am done.

Done as another sun rises,
and I move in a light-worker fasion
with visions to scribe.
Scribe, as sun rises on but another day
that hold my gratitude.

Do poets write poetry
as they sleep?

Do they sit in a dreamscape reality pieceing together visions from awake time?

Do they wander scribing
to appease a readers ghostly eyes?

All questions to be answered
by taking a trip under a beds cover.
A trip where doorway to dream is offered
by a sandman's lead.

Day oh day you linger near,
but stars right now do shine.
It is their turn to appear,
as they echo in rhyme.

Stars they celebrate the moon,
that vibrates with grand light.  
I am grateful for the show
of night sky that is bright.

Now I gaze upon a star,
and hope my dreams come true.
I can see a shooting one,
so wishing I will do.

Breezes of the wind yes hug.
It makes the moments song.
I know my bed’s calling me,
so in sleep I belong.

I’ll let out a sigh and yawn.
and wander in a cloud.
With good rest I'm vitalized
to sing strong right out-loud.

Below the moon,
In-between
winds circulation
and the quiet
lies a vortex to the dream world.

Sleepy eyes, and intention
will bring you to its entranceway.
A let go of the day will perpetuate
one into a different reality-
giving a break from earths playground.

Star studded landscape,
ready to be rocked to sleep
fades in bed of sky,
as sun’s hues vibrate unseen.  

Golden Moon high
slowly bleaches away in
hazy veil of clouds.

Sounds of wind whisper
as breath merges
and eyes slowly open
in hour where birds
haven’t awakened.

New day approaches
as purple tangerine sky
awakes senses
for self to merge in moment.

Moment where
quiet revels bright new sun
to welcome in day
with a serenade of life’s sounds.

Under blankets fluffy blue
I meander, into landscape grand.
Passageway opens to follow
map of stars gifted
as body releases control.

wandering souls destination-
the big dipper
with its wide mouth
and cyclone vortex that
gives access to places unknown.

Vibrations tickle senses,
as coasting in landscape of celestial bodies
I swim inside.

Time stands still and
songs play in mind
as flashes of light carry
to dipper doorway presenting its invitation.

Without delay
thrusters of thought carry
self into a place never gone.

A place where love vibrates
and peace is required.

Star light angels greet warmly
as breath is softened and all limitations
are relinquished.

Serenity is mine
as I melt into surroundings
and feel part of everything.

The reality, I plan to take with me
when I make my journey to home base
of human form.

StarBG © 2017

At night I have always wondered,
“What if the sun exploded at night?”
Would we miss it
when expecting morning’s clean sunshine?

Or is it a gift to the lovers
who own passionate squalor at two,

To see the explosion happen behind,
then reflected off the moon

The night tonight has been
as warm as summer’s light.
Condemns the older couple
lying on opposite sides
Love as hot as ever, yet colder than our future.
And blinded by the darkness
that eternity resides.

With pondering heart I wondered...
What if the sun exploded at night.
Would it be missed?
inside highways of clouds that released tears.

Would it be missed,
as lovers reached for a morning embrace
without sight?

In quiet of night the Moon spoke
in rhythms with the wind.
“worry not dear one,
for moon and sun have a marriage
made in heaven.
Our love covers one another
as if boats passing in the night.
my protective arms of rays reaches for Sun
and sun does for me the same.
So all is well
All is well."

With that heard I drifted asleep,
no worries felt.
Peaceful under rays of moons love.

Put not bars on the heart
but open it wide.
with BREATH.
              with INTENTION.
                        With it's LOVE SONG that plays with grace.

Put not bars on the heart,
but expand it to transmute
sadness
pain
and fear into light song
TO EMPOWER SELF.

Put not bars on the heart
but let love in
light in
your essence in
For ALL deserve to reap its rewards.

Yes Open any bars of heart
so sacred self may fly
inside the rhythms of heartbeats
fly free from grief.

No vellum nor ink, I use.
NO, my pen is asleep
nicely tucked in holder.
Still my poet mind wanders,
destined to scribe visions on screen white.

Colors are a finger tip away.
Type face can change in an instance.
Modern technology prevails
But still its the same
for poet who travels in thoughts.
For word brick layer to travel into heart.
Their stacks build for grand scenes
to manifest on computer
as heart is unloaded.
and one key sends it outward
for many to read
across the globe.