Raise your happy level
and keep free from viruses.
Three vitamins a day essential.
A happy pill.
A grateful pill
and a pill of song
that connects to
the wisdom from source.

And extra vitamin L, love
tainted with smiles helps.

I am not IRISH,
but on Saint Patricks Day
I be one tall and strong.

One to appreciate Irish music,
and dance with
Celtic Thunder.

Where I wear Green
and wave flag honoring
the country grand.

One to have button
saying Kiss Me I'm Irish
and wait for one openly.

Where I turn TV onto
parade to cheer happily
inside day.

One to breath deep
and speak with
learned Irish accent delicately.

I am not IRISH
but full of celebration
for date of March 17th
dear to heart.

Perhaps in next life, I shall be.

I'm a kid in a sandbox,
as if each sand molecule is a word.
and every pile built becomes a poem.

I am a kid in the sandbox
building a castle of visionary verses,
as inner child comes out
and time stops.

I am a kid in the sandbox,
constructing inside grace,
Inside the moment that holds
endless creative poetry.

I am a kid in the sandbox ,
putting on a writers hat
who will never grow up.

If I wrote about dragons
on distant lands being rode by fairies
and spoke of them coming to earth
to rondevu with mankind,
would you think me insane or sane?

If I told you I sat on the back of
a purple grasshopper
to move in rainbow skies
singing songs joyfully through fluffy clouds,
would you think me sane or insane?

If I told you I took a vacation on Mars
and had a grand time
celebrating with my alien neighbors
as we circled the universe,
would you think me sane or insane?

If I told you we were really one
part of a living planet ever
evolving on a playground
guided by our higher selves,
would you think me sane or insane?

No matter for I am an avatar
and I can do and say anything
in the world of my sane insane-like mind.

Using air of breath I reprogram computer like mind
with truths and release judgments to let love rule.

After all... that is what affirmations are for.

SCARS 1
Every scar tells story to open a heart.
Just like words scribed have their own tale
to open an eye.

SCARS 2
Scars are a right of passage
for a child becoming an adult.

SCARS 3
a scar may open
the longer one lives
so guard it carefully.

SCARS 4
Scars, one can’t die without them.

SCARS 5
When two people have
intimate relationship
they share scars.

SCARS 6
are something from hurts
both physical and emotional.

SCARS 7
carry good outcome sometimes
when heart is open.

SCARS
C Be-careful they
A attach to body
R reminding one mentally
S and physically how they ****

PART ONE

Sea of eyes
look upon me.
Burning right into self.
Etching their judgements
that cut like knives without words.

They handcuff my mind.
with invisible clamp.
Draining my lifeline.
Suffocating my breath with their lies
until I break free
to understand their eyes are blind.

PART TWO

Sea of heartbeats
vibrate within.
Screaming in every cell.
Pulsating with song
until mental gladiator awakens.

Awakens to move in a
sea of footsteps
to celebrate my true self.

Free to live life in a sea of love.

StarBG © 2017

I do step into a sea of words.
Swimming with grace to feel
the gentle breeze
the moons bright light
and stars that glow.

My breath tickles
as angels sing bed tine tune
to slowly align me with soul
To travel to the realm of sleep.
To drift with poetic words
behind closed eyes.

Words lost over time
I search for
wanting to feel serenity.

Moments expand
but senses seem dead
as winds chills surround.

Months and years pass
as familiar tunes of
I love you mom,
or how are you?
are void inside ears.

Words still hidden
in the alcoves of ears
as time passes
and pain continues.

Sadness of emotions
rise and fall
inside levee of heart
as he holds the key
to my balance.

Distance and busyness
brings one into actions
so my search continues.

Perhaps, someday I will hear them.
Perhaps my heart
will be lifted
to fly.

Seashore kisses from ocean travel
in air of breeze.
They tickled senses
awakening the past.

Past of when time slowed
and sun shinned.
When bag of sea shells
became our gold and sand
made us children again making castles
that invited fish to enter inside coming tide.

Until sun said goodby taking the wind
and I walked home alone
sending a prayer to the rising moon
that the tides would bring you home.

Winter is now here
with beautiful scenes of white
A snowman is born


Spring rain does fall hard
connects me to inner child
Puddles here we come.


Summer Sun does shine
connecting self to warm rays
No clouds are in sight.


Fall trees yes do speak
with grand pallet of color
photo session starts

FALL  the season
  where leaves make colorful tapestries
as they gracefully drift.
And Love is in the air.

WINTER  the season
where couples get together
and snuggled close.
And Love is in the air.

SPRING the season
where flowers bloom tickling senses
as music of birds are heard.
And Love is in the air.

SUMMER the season
where many celebrate the sea to
swim feeling ocean breezes.
And Love is in the air.

Every season is the season
of LOVE.
Just open your heart to see feel it.

Fall winds,
carry colorful leaves,
as fairies ride with energetic smiles.

Winter winds,
cause snowflakes to fly,
as fairies take a seat to ride.

Spring winds,
push clouds cross blue sky
as Fairies ride broncos white.

Summer winds,
move swirling ocean waves,
as graceful fairies swim.

All seasons for fairies to celebrate,
as divine beings of Mother Nature.

Tulip seeds of love
get planted in pillows field.
Expanding as heart filled tears
release from clouds in mind.

Seeds grow under moonlight,
with oder's and scenes so bright.
They sprout to hug my dear,
taking way all your fear.

So nightmares they shall not come.
I join in dreams so we have fun.

And shall plant with diligence
so in morning we both will kiss
Then you'll move inside the day
holding blessings of bouquet.

SEE YOU IN THE FOREVER.
Where freedom to drift
without ego lives.
And tidally waves of love are felt
in realms with no time.
Where love is echoed toward
those harboring human vessels.

SEE YOU IN THE FOREVER.
Where ancestors live
filled with wisdom.
And words are replaced with feelings
that echo song of soul.
Where endless opportunities linger
on different planets.

SEE YOU IN THE FOREVER.
after gift of life is wrapped in transition.
And path is understood fully.
Where one meets guides
who continue to shelter and support
come front and center.

SEE YOU IN THE FOREVER.
where stomping ground
of stars illuminate,
making way for other lifetimes.
And one returns to home
to celebrate life eternal.

Oh to capture the day.
To breathe deep and savor the mystery of moment.
To ground in footsteps dancing to music of birds.

Oh to embrace the day
To let heart sing inside grace of self.
To focus on the now and not tomorrow.

Oh to abduct the day
To leave yesterday behind as well as tomorrow
To recall your essence and celebrate you.

Oh to
"carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero"
meaning seize the day, while putting
very little trust in tomorrow.

Standing at mirror,
I look into the image of a clown.
Hair, long with red pigtails.
Face, adorned with hearts scribed on cheeks.
Nose, small but having sparkling glow.

Standing at mirror
I gaze at
red lips, that pucker testing a silly grin.
Colorful dress that sways with many layers.

I look knowing
crazy mannerisms
or jokes are ready to jump out
at a moments notice.

Bell rings against mind.
It's time to get in my clown mobile
to ride the waves of cars to my destination.

A playing field
where it's open season
for clown-merriment to fill hearts  
Open season for kids
of all ages to gather,
as I collect hugs and smiles
for my road back home.

Everyone,
has a senior moment sometimes.  
Where memories fly out the window to join birds in flight.
Where memories seem to go
on merry go round in mind
to be gobbled up by horses fancy.

Yes those good old senior moments,
that we learn to live
with by laughing them off
Until Alzheimer's sets in
and you forget to notice.

Sensuality is that divine voice,
that echoes behind heartbeat.
The one that expands with hugging arms
and eyes to glance into yearning soul.

It’s the gift of feelings that set us apart
from animals that roam and birds that fly.

Its the voice that sets heart strings a glow
to makes temperatures rise.

Sensuality is the delicate furled tongue
planted gently inside mouth to induce excitement
in a moment divine.

It’s the heat that causes pulse to rise
and thoughts to float in sea of pleasures.

Sensuality the voice that speaks to launch
my own passions and dreams.

I move jumping in my journey,
as if a frog.
Swiming as waves come.
meandering over rocks gracefully
Singing in perfect key.
Lying in moment catching suns rays.

I move connected to my frog ally
grateful as I glide
in forest landscape of dreams.

In the wounded shadow
we must shine light.
Consciously choose
expansion into a rebirth
to cleanse pain.

The wounded shadow
calls out burning like fire
with purpose
so Phoenix of self and world
can emerge.

It’s flames dance so we
purge remnants of old
that no longer serve.
That stipe truth from emerging

It’s time for
cathedral of heart to be built
for all to see.

See a new structure
of human form meant
to sing with choir of soul.

Let us all come together with love,
and weave a time line of peace.

In my childhoods shadowland,
I wander
trying to purge remains of
hindering dark.

Ghosts rear their heads
to remind of things unsolved.

Pains like broken heart,
untrue judgements
and exclusion.

I raise my sword to fight
ego dragons that wish to
keep me trapped in cave
of thoughts.

No I am a champion
and shall win
with blade of breath
and focus.

I shall triumph to walk
in sun where shadows
are burnt away
and only
rainbow light remains.

I SHAN'T DANCE,
IN SHADOWS OF MY FEARS.
LINGERING IN HALLWAYS
WHERE SUN SHINES NOT.
WHERE NEGATIVE WAVES GATHER,
PULLING ME IN CURRENTS OF DARK.

NO, I SHAN'T DANCE,
IN SILHOUETTES OF THE PAST,
WANDERING WITH UNEASE.
WHERE GERMS OF FRIGHT FEED MIND.
WHERE GLOOM SURROUNDS DAY,
DRAWING ME TO A DEVILS AGENDA.

NO, I SHAN'T DANCE AT DOORWAYS
NEAR BLACK CLOUDS OF DREAD,
WAVERING ENDLESSLY.
FOR DIVINE BEING, I AM.
DESERVING TO MOVE
WITH LIGHT OF DREAMS.
WITH MY OWN SACRED SELF.

May you look at the shadows of self
adding light with your own intention so they transform.

May your shadows show you a road to take
that will set you free to live with harmony.

And May your shadows from suns light
gift you to ride the wave of moment
to see the blessings hidden there.

Happiness starts with a smile, giggle, and laugh.
Its contagious growing and spreading like ocean wave.

Happiness starts with a smile, guffaw and chortle.
Its infectious radiating to spread like fire
into heart for harmony.

Share a smile and laugh together.
It bonds for peace.

Two sharks were swimming in the sea.
One said. “Boy, I hope we have a special treat
of some humans to munch on today.”

The other one replied.
“Yes I would love a human popsicle
cause the undercurrents are sure carrying some arctic waves."

The first one added. “Yeah that would be great
but lets stay away from the West coast
I hear the circus is in town
and you know... clowns taste funny.

Dusk centered before me
as I slowly moved through city streets.

Streets that held grand fantasies
sort after in my older days.
I was hoping for a moment
that would awaken senses
on a street covered by fading street lamps
and stale perfume.
I was hoping on the chance of finding something
that was missing in my mundane existence.

Then a SKIRT caught my view
moving in the wind
from passerby.
One that SLINKED across my vision
to upload senses of excitement.

Her smile crossed my eyes
causing heart to raced
as thoughts tried to catch up.

The SEMIOTICS of her body language
spoke to me as I slowly pointed
to an all night cafe nearby.

The sway of her hips told me...
she needed my warm hands to caress them.
The moving of her skirt mixed with smile
encouraged me to take it off and replace it
with some silken sheet covers.
And her pushing back of hair as she licked her lips.
told me it was time to take her hand.
for a special rondevu.

So.... walked off together
letting fate do the rest.

She walks among the trees
in beauty     with grace.
Moving with voice
to make the wind
and leaves
dance.
She whispers into ears blessed
by her blanket of sound.

She is love inside natures landscape.
Golden yellow shadows in pond.
yellow rays that move from sun.
Golden voice echoing to cause birds to listen.

Se ta nahm Ja Se Tanahm Ja Hanuman
balances on strings that vibrate divinely.

She is a traveling musician
A gift on a day from Mistress Moon.
The moon that always shines
to open hearts.

She bleeds on me
with her negative flowing jargon
that attaches like plague.

Words that dishonor my very soul.
Red corpuscles from heart
try to disintegrate its power
as blood melts into me
robbing me from life energy.

Ego jumps in
supporting her disease of thoughts
as I determined to survive reach for truth.

Positive words to bath in
and wash blood away.

Truths that say,
I am a smart, precious,
gifted and
deserving to be free

Free from the disease of my mothers blindness.

A word, a verse, a flowing poem
an outreached pen
that makes graceful silhouette.

A story, a phase, a poetic song,
a hand dancing on keyboard
making ones heart speak.

Sometimes it forms black cloud
voicing a painful experience.

Other times it’s a ray of sun,
to be intertwined behind readers eyes.

A rhyme, a vision, a lyrical poesy
a spell casted out
for contemplation.
Outcome...
to be drunk like a fine wine
Or perhaps ingested
like a simply divine croissant
baked in an artists mind.

Sing sing I do
like birds,
as time expands
spiraling inside mind.

Sing, sing I will
with dreams,
as time disapates
and birds sing.

Sing sing I must
with power,
as heart opens
and birds fly.

Skeletons in closet smile
Taunting me
with whispers in wind

I open door slowly
hoping not to stir them up
and cause them to attack.

To my surprise
their boney structures
jump out with a
New Years dance and resolution.

“Happy New Year,” they echo
promising never to return
as they plan to party elsewhere
in a mind that scrums to dramas
that no longer serve my benefit.

On a sleepless highway I walked
eyes wide awake
mind drifting wishing to sleep.

The highway brought me to a computer screen
begging for dancing words
to the tap dance song of fingers.

And so I wrote
scribing a dream fantasy
of palm trees near winded sea.
of birds in graceful flight
of shells calling my name
A place perhaps I’ll dream of
if I ever get to sleep.

I can't sleep so I write releasing what’s in heart.
Poetry speaks
Angry, sometimes, echoing tones loud
to wake sleeping reader eyes.

While other times its light and airy
like drifting rainbow clouds that tickle senses.

Ever so often it rhymes inside song,
as if a nightingale whispering in ears.

It may be long like a saga that needs to be said,
as one floats in visions grand.
Or short like a Haiku that makes point fast
so clarity lingers.

I can’t sleep so I burn the night oil which these days becomes the lightbulb that matches moon.

Perhaps one will gander on my hills of phase
below their field of stars
or maybe reader be in slumber readied
in morning light to open my gate title.

Either way Its way past my bedtime and my dreams they do await... Farewell

Inside curtain of wind,
senses rise and focused mind
begins to hear.
Stream of song reverberates,
as music of breath balances heartbeat.
As vibrant twinkling stars lead thoughts
into pastures of lighted clouds.

Sleep eludes.
while words tumbled off finger tips,
and road to poem starts.
Letters circulate,
as if inside air particles of breath to form
jargon gatherings untouched by human mind.

“Who speaks in yonder hall
of prism faceted mind?”
I ask at 3AM
when it's sleep time for most
but not me.

Is it Shakespeare's shadowed form
as guide perched in realms unseen
who echoes in mind a
“to write or not to write,
that be the question.”

Or could it be Hemingway
who invites self into thoughts
sprinkling seedlings of a vision
once painted on a rainy night.

Perhaps it’s Poe a grand puppeteer of words,
who once lived.
A talented soul in matrex of universe
who offers mind transfusion
to tweak my prose
with a Ravens song.   
 
Maybe its an alien who stops for a while
in a dimension nearby
to reveal a message for those
craving wisdom to fall into eyes like
to move as pioneer
in celebration
of ones sacred self.

Alas time passes
as poem comes to an end
and moon slowly ascends
biding farewell

Undercurrents of sound
shift and writer guides ceases to feed
without leaving his calling card
of a name.

And I bid thee fine reader good day
as my cavorting fingers rest
making way to return to pastures of sleep.

Till we meet again
parting is such sweet sorrow.

Inside a sleepless night
the silence speaks loudly.
Sensitivities are heightened
while cells open feeling nights energies.
Moon shines full, vibrating in song.
while clouds drift playing peek-a boo
with the stars.
And time slows
bringing forth opportunities
to wonder.

Inside a sleepless night, I sit
riding  waves of moment
opening heart so I feel my soul.

Why do you elude me.
Play hide and seek with my mind in darkness.
Why do you keep your
peaceful realm at bay?
Tease my eyes until they beg
to be locked shut.

Sleep! Sleep!
Why do you not come
and give some rest for the weary.

Guess BECAUSE there's a poem meant to be written.