No one prevents you from success except yourself so run with the wind, sing like birds, climb obstacles with determination, cry to open heart and dance like a acrobat with wings.

No one can keep you down only yourself so when life is a challenge step up and be a baseball player to hit a home run where bases are the accomplishment that equal success. And if you strike out it is only for a moment whereby it opens a gateway for another days game.

No one stops you from having abundance only yourself
as you align and know you already have it. The law of the universe mirrors your thoughts so it will bring more abundance. You have abundance of breath. heartbeats, footsteps, melodies, visions of nature and dreams.

No one prevents you from have all your dreams except yourself. Don’t limit your thoughts and Ride the wave  in the moment being the gift you are.
Success is your birthright. Your birthright.

Bejeweled night sky,
with its stars a glistening.
radiate like waves in a dark blue sea.

Mr. Moon
becomes like mighty spider
spinning a loving ray
calling all to glance.

Stars vibrate in
Vortex of smiles
as paper thin clouds
drift cross sky.

Mistress sun is busy sleeping
as it shines hidden
becoming backdrop
for the stars glimmer.

The night is young
and I am wandering in a field of no sleep.

I can’t sleep so I’ll count sheep
but since no sheep I see
I think I’ll just take a breath
and write some poetry.

One Two Three and Four
their I find some verse galore
Five six seven their ripe
Post I will on hp site

Not a cloud in the sky.  
Not a reason to cry.
So with breath and a sigh
I will ponder a why.

Not a reason to fear.
I know spirit is near.
So I’ll listen and hear.
special guidance so clear.

Not a time to have hate
only to celebrate.
So I carry love state.
I will move to create.

Not a tear in my heart.  
I will make a new start.
So I’ll stand to then dart.
with the breeze and a ****.

At the dock of my dreams
I sit, WATCHING
morning sun rise.
Watching AS TIDE TAKES mind
away inside quiet time.

I watch as time floats away

No time wasted
no time taken for granted

I sit at dock
WATCHING tide divinely dance.
Watching as breath match waves
and change WAITS clvidid first
in mind then in heart.

I watch as bones rest.
I mediate roaming in a grateful mind

no time waisted
no visions taken for granted.

I sit at dock
no place I’d rather be
after roaming many a mile

I let self simmer into moment
I ready self for change to plant roots
so dreams flower

No time waisted
No reason not to smile.

In the ashes of purgatory
where remnants of a Dame once lived
the Phoenix will fly.
Fly into heavens gate.
Drift gracefully in moment
that ascends to a blue sky,
so all can celebrate light.

Its a cold November day.
My shorts are far away.
Winter is coming to play.
In its great white way.

Its a cold November night.
Stars are shinning bright.
I see a bright full moon.
It makes me want to croon.

Love is stockpiled in our hearts.
What we need to do
is open bunker of heart
releasing love & compassion to the world
The purpose peace ...our birthright.
The time now.

Your now anointed with love.
Breath deep to feel its pulsations .
Invisible but strong - from me to you.

Your now anointed with prayers
Inhale its gentle power
they whisper divinely - from me to you.

Your now anointed with  candles glow.
Feel it's energies in breeze.
It drifts in third eye vision - from me to you.

Your now anointed with intent
Accept the blessings on route
It comes with gratitude - from me to you.

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.

I collect nuggets of wisdom wherever I go.
Inside steps of dance and tears of healing.
Gentle breeze and precious morning sunrise.
And whispers behind a poets voice.

I collect nuggets of wisdom  everywhere
In a child's presence and song of divine birds.
Silence behind ticking clock that vibrate.
And visions in eyes of dragon flies flight plan.

I collect nuggets of wisdom everywhere.
Inside beating of drum by American indians hand.
Breath of an inhale and exhale that balances.
And elders voice within meditative stance.

I collect nuggets of wisdom from everything.
And store them in heart thats an endless chest
with wisdom of its own.

flow inside brain.
They take on properties to a
wandering mind who tries to anchor.

Am I  
33 years old branching forth in a lifetime
carved by decisions of past?
Am I  
64 moving at the pinnacle of life
trying to understand journey fully?
Am I  
86 years old taping into the rhythms of life
before death takes me?
Am I
109 filled with wisdom from past lives
gathered by a meditative stance?

Am I
3 years old a child filled with the excitement for life,
grasping the unknown with fury?

Numbers said in conscious mind.
Do they shape our reality,
or are they just numbers?

I sowed my oats
through high school
and challengers
of teenage years.

Through, ups and downs
of heart-ship recipes.

Via trials and tribulations
of adult life.

And throughout bedrooms
of many a hotel.

Until, I met my soul mate,
and he tamed me well.

Grounded self to
pastures of his satin sheets.

Fields of no return
with his undying love.
And, grand hot hands
that soothe
my stallion heart.

I’m captured by the suns rays
upon ocean waves.
Heart opening gently
Eyes widening at beauty.

Birds tickle horizon
as if encouraging white crescents
to peak before hitting shore.

Waves gently move to greet me
as feet are caressed
and wind kisses with their swirling hug.

Seagulls fly gracefully
casting their eye-nets for food.
Shells like flowers pop up
as dog prints cover showing
mirrors of moments passed.

Perfect time to drift in thoughts.
To breath into moment
viewing a majestic view.

Perfect time on winters day
to celebrate view
with only the sea and self
for company.

Inside an ode the melodies linger
pressing inside ears and mind.
Ode’s continue to echo
celebrating all I see.

And as dusk leads
to a peaceful transition
where moon shines high
and bed calls with blanket of stars
above,
I sing an ode to self.
An ode for getting through the day
of challengers.
Challengers meant to be shared
in but another poem.

A christmas present I have
more valuable than gold,
with his caring heart aimed at me.

Priceless like sun that shines
with his rays of encouragement.

Precious to me as I stand
at the beginning of a new year.

A Christmas present
I received today
for ears to ring
inside phone lines,
and heart to sing
by his selfless gesture.

Who's roots are entwined
through friendship
for more than 42 years
and counting.

His name is George Young.
Thank you,
for you made me smile
with hope when face muscles
almost forgot how.

And I shall take the writer home
so we move with intimacy
inside my eyes and heart.

Your phases warm in cold night
where loneliness haunts
and desires are dormant.

It's a grand rondevu
where ******* rivers flow
as I praise my partners
genuine heart.
And so...
I drift off to sleep
in bed of words and dreams.

John Lennon
To be missed by the world forever.
Missed of notes orchestrated
by a talented soul.
Scribed to bring voices and hearts together.

A musician born and meant to fly
with lyrics and
like a Phoenix be born to fly in song again.

IMAGINE there is freedom,
outside a human form.

No troubles follow,
flying free with no storm.

Imagine all the people
uniting inside love.
ove ove
They may say I’m a dreamer
but I’m not the only one.
All can recall their true selves.
To grab hands and live as one.

Imagine there is wisdom
inside that pulsates strong.

No strife or conflict.
a place to do no wrong.

Imagine all the beings
living oh so free
e e

They may say I’m a dreamer
but I’m not the only one.
All can awake to true selves.
and grab hands to live as one.

Grand the poet is with words
that shimmer in mind.
That vibrate to give a song sound.
That inspires to light
a darken hall mind.

Grand the scribe is,
uncovering where heart
may not go.
Where eyes play in
playground of words.
Where a place of invisionary flowers
and seeds for self grow.

Grand a writer is setting
sail in their own minds.
Expanding in breath to voice feelings
that open consciousnesses.
That allow reader to anchor
to pause in ones life
to see.

She's butterfly beauty,
slender and sleek.
With red and black markings.
oh so sweet.
And gracefully moves
in divine motion.
Playing to heart
to make commotion.

She carries blessings
on wings of gold.
And goes to heights yes untold.
Expands under
the sunlight bright.
Painting a landscape
out of sight.

She's special gift
filling senses grand
and sometimes she
does move on land.
A precious one
who lights up eyes.
I must insist,
she is a prize.

My prayers go now
to merge on wings.
I am grateful
my heart does sing.
Yes whispering I do
toward her great site.
She makes my day
a real delight.

And when I see her
Mother Nature's near
Hugging  eyes
that wash all care.

I think all now
should look up far.
A butterfly's like
shooting star.
Do make a wish
to aid your walk.
This is the truth
not pointless talk.

I now end ditty
and eyes look up
A buttery smiles toward me
for luck.

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

My journey began  
on a lonely street
far from where I sat.
It started with you taking flight
to other realm when you died.
With me learning how to feel
and release oceans of tears to cleansed.

My true journey began,
when I awoke to who I really am.
It started with feeling your love to understand things unfold for a reason.
And continues as you returned
becoming as my guide anchor.
Anchor,
while I consciously evolve
in my life's journey.

Thank You.

Gordon, Oh Gordon,
You make me smile
at break of day
when sun rises
and birds fly.

Gordon, Dear Gordon,
Thy vinyl Frisbee
turns back a time
where simple melody
makes heart sing.

When sadness comes
I recall I be not alone
with caravan of guides
saying in gentle breeze…
“I’m beautiful, I’m beautiful.”

Gordon, Sweet Gordon,
Your words match my truth.
as guitars melody plays
cross and into ears divinely.

You gifted me song,
that echoes throughout lifetime.
tickling senses pulsations.
And it shall be the fuel
as life chapter ends
to carry my beautiful soul home.

Inside wondrous scenes of Gia, He stands.
Brush in hand, intent
and breath focused

Magical mysteries unfold,
as inside ritual of passions
eyes open with the freedom to create.

He stands,
as paint becomes tool like in-cents
permeating the moment
in sacred ceremony.

The Art becomes a living entity in nature.
Dancing steps a celebration
Paint a prayer whispered.

Each stroke revels a closeness
inside Gods presence as if angels push brush.
Each stroke merges with landscape
as hours melt away and time stops.

A feeling of oneness overpowers
where paint becomes life blood
and landscape becomes alive.

Model is infused in nature
as paint becomes skin
to echo visions grand.

And as passions to creation develop,
He becomes like wild cat
roaming wilderness to capture an image

An image where He plays so reality fades
and fantasy tickles senses.

Little Bear is so divine
He moves with charm and grace.
Touching many with his writes
I stand to bow in place.

He writes of things that tickle eyes,
of those who gather near.
I am grateful for his poems.
I celebrate and cheer.

May he feel blessings I send,  
as I call all to see.
That he writes on many things,
including a grand tree.

So if you do meet him please,
do say hello won’t you?
As you know him you’ll feel light,
to sing below the moon.

I stood below full moon
knowing what was in store.
Knowing I would again,
be thrown into a healing mode drama.    

The room was hot
with no summer breeze
when head hit pillow.

When deep wounds of past
engaged my consciousness
and I was faced with pain.

It was 3 months since you left.
Since your blue eyes became a memory
etched in mind.

It was just 12 weeks ago
that I entered my car
to greet you in airports lear.
and found self teary eyed and lost.

Learned your car on route
spun uncontrollably
to enter you into deaths realm.

Now I greet you in my dreams,
as pillow dampens again.

As linen becomes like wash towel  
inside puddles of dampness
while I pour pain and sadness into puffy cushion

Hopefully healing of heart
will be complete soon
so I can live as free soul void of
painful lifetimes.

A time I can think of you
my Curtis sweet
as the gift you were
without tears.

Butterflies do more than fly.
They vibrate love inside their wings,
touching hearts to open.

They paint landscape
with colors divine
as if brush of God.

Butterflies gift to humanity,
if only they awake to see them
dance gracefully.

They are like stars before us
here to catch your wish.
So make one
and let it float inside a moments day.


StarBG © 2017

Inside poem
lies great wisdom
from the poet elders of past.
The ones who utter in Shakespearian tongues.
They become waves of verse
dancing in readers moon shaped eyes.
Insights rain upon minds to enlarge cells.
Landscaped with grass green tickles reader steps in breath.

Phases rustle as if self is tree and each word is leaf.
Fireworks of stanzas caresses eyes in beauteous splendor,
to launch a dream
And as their bodies of text echo
through doorway of past where time matters little
own voice whispers with gratitude and awe.

Reverence to applaud grand poem
scribed by master at candlelight
For their creative gifts do wrap my visions
into reality.

Under hazy shades of appearances
I move
carefelly disrobing my costume of life.

Off comes
the make up that hides my beautiful features.
Off comes
the fancy expensive clothes that say nothing
of my true character as a simple soul.
Off comes
the persona sent out at work
as I no longer conform to rules and roam in freedom retired.
Off comes
my armor so I can love again facing fears and insecurities.
Off comes
my ego that has ruled for so long just like the Cabal.

Oh to gift one with my words
on day where Christmas nears.

To shop in supermarket of mind
that carries variety.

Oh to have musical visions play
in aisles as I dance in verse.

Oh to find the perfect phase,
as I maneuver in a place
where winds of reality stay outside
and consciousness blooms.

Oh to move in an emporium of heartbeats
to tickle page with wares I find.

Oh to gift the reader and poets
who gather to check out my
stash of jargon.

Oh to celebrate,
the one who ingests my lines
for they are a gift themselves.

Oh to be a poet.
To feel the wave of pen
brushing against shore of page.

To breath in the grand energies
of birds that tickle senses.

Oh to tap into the grid of visions
infused in shells melodies
and waves of love.

To play in tides of phases
to transmute them into
peaks of prose grand.

Oh to be a poet
and celebrate the experience
of a creative soul.

Oh to swim in waters of a belief.
To feel its spiraling waves embrace they being.

Oh to glide in the dogma of miracles.
To feel heart open to receive a multitude of gifts.

Oh to dance in the tenet that allows breath to align
with heart beats music.

Oh Yes Oh to rondevu with core axiom
And radiate self who is sacred and eternal.

The wind tattooed in ears,
a song as sweet as birds.
It spiraled gracefully,
hugging cellular walls,
primed to hear wisdom.

Your imprint pulsated
with shades of reason.
Transformed moment
for expansion.

Wind you give life to breath
circulating in lungs,
bridging passageway to heart,
so spirit could be heard.

You carry mystery
that quenches thirst
for understanding.
And hug in dead of night.

Forthwith my words
were marked with gratitude.
With smile of celebration
as I speak daily in tones clear...

Hear! Hear! To being awake
in a sacred human vessel.
To dance not alone.

Oh to suffer the thorns of flesh
until transformation comes
to that of the light worker and all.

Until we do what we came for...
to purge the termites of dark
that plague our sacred planet.

Oh to go through sleepless nights
tossing and turning
till covers are worn
for missing pieces to align.

Until a scared plague of love energies
undeniable integrate fully
for the many to awake.

Oh to go through
struggles as light workers
by taking on various difficulties
to be the leaders
so others can follow smoothly.

Until all begin to release
the ego from its agenda
to see that our hearts are
the best tool to lead.

Oh to struggle knowing
the full picture of life on earth
and hold that torch of light  
as all things are unfold
as we are now winning
the battle in a war
for freedom never had.

A war
often forth
in our own bedrooms.

*
PRAYER
THAT ALL GO THROUGH THE TRANSITION SMOOTHLY RELEASING THE DARK FOR THE ROLE THEY PLAYED
IN RELIGION, NEWS, POLITICS, CORPORATE ******* AND ALL FACETS OF LIFE ON EARTH SO WE CAN FINALLY BE FREE AND TAKE OUR PLACE IN THE GALACTIC FAMILY OF BEINGS IN THE UNIVERSE.
SO BE IT SO IT IS.

OH TO TASTE THE ENERGIES OF ENLIGHTENMENT.
TO BREATHE DEEP,
AND CONNECT TO SORCE WITHIN
THAT PULSATES.

OH TO STAND BALANCED WITH NATURE
AND ITS DIVINE ALLIES.
TO MOVE GRACEFULLY LIKE WIND
CROSSING SACRED SHORE.

OH TO DANCE WITH WISDOM
REALIZING THE TRUE PUROSE OF LIFE.
TO GO WHERE NO HUMAN HAS GONE BEFORE.
CROSSING THRESHOLD OF TIME

OH TO BE IN MOMENTS TORNADO OF CONSCIOUSNESS.
TO AWAKEN TO PLACE WHERE HARMONY LIVES.
WHERE LIGHT INTEGRATES DARK
WHERE CELEBRATION BEGINS
AND HEART OPENS TO TASTE, DIGEST, AND MOVE
IN PEACE ETERNAL.

I am ten years old in my mind.
I'd be in  place where I and inner child play.
We'd climb up tree houses every night
in dreams to look at stars.
We would sing with birds
to rock each other to sleep.

And sometimes we'd climb in daytime
to look from a higher perspective my challengers
so they would not be as big anymore.

In trance I melt into a scene.
A fantasy of my own creation.

Mysteries unfold
in visions of younger days,
where I as a child moved freely
on fields of Mother Earth.
Where I moved in my own world few understood.

Light energies gather,
as I hues of color
red, blue, green, even black.
They cover me like blanket
integrating into cells
speaking in silent rhythms that float into mind.
They awaken me to hear divine sounds.

And as I sing in gratitude my
open heart creates
songs to dance.
Dance
in a realm just a thought away.

A song surrounds
with notes that travel
acting like dancing shoes.
Invisible coverings that
perpetuate me upon dance floor.

My bodies flowing movements
breaks air currents.
Songs acts like sacred etheric cloak
vibrating into ear canals
to be picked up by traveling cells.
Its destination, the heart.
Its purpose, to free feet to dance
and mind to let go
of worries and woes.
limitations and lack.

A fine place to be.
to dance in freedom
with eyes closed.
A grand place to be
dancing as if prose.

All those who die move in grace.
They move strumming a harp,
in divine orchestration.

All those who die move elegantly.
They resonate with angels,
in grand celebration.

All those who die move reborn
proclaiming  greatness with song
as they fly in peace....

playing harp of light for God and Soul.

In the light of eternity,
I reside dancing inside
a star-studded sky.

My energy expands,
as I bond with the wind
gracefully.
As I  connect to dreams
in a shapeless form.

Spinning energies rise
in orcastrstions in
a place with no time.

Moon birds echo
celebrating spark of God
part of all existence.

And as the sunrises,
I am drawn to anchor
in a place called earth.

A place where I can dance
with gratitude
for both sun and moon.

Drinking from breath
the elixir of life.
Eyes a-fixed to night vault
with its diamond stuttered stars.

A sight to dance with
as heartbeat plays
my tune of gratitude.

Drinking from breath
the elixir of life.
Eyes bond with fire mistress sun
who shines in grand welkin.

A sight to dance with
as heartbeat plays
a tune of gratitude.

Love is in the air

My feet are like turning wheels,
breath the gasoline,
road signs smiles of others.

My path opens at crossroad
where positive thoughts propel.  
Where birds surround
encouraging me to sing.

Feelings,
become focal points
as I glide with grace.
Eyes a glass pond
to see visions grand.

RED Lights flash,
giving time to stop
and be my own observer
of life.

YELLOW,
a chance to rev up my dreams
with abundance of memories.

GREEN,
like a flag waved at car race
to release my forward motion.

Driving up mountain,
I tap into speedometer of heart
guided by the suns rays.

Hour unveil cloudless sky,
painted by blue horizon.
Cruse controls set,
provides enjoyment
as breeze touches consciousness
of moment divine.

A moment where my own vehicle
radiates with freedom
to maneuver inside gift of life
inside gratitudes fuel.

And the trophy, is mine.


StarBG © 2017