My pen shall be my mixing spoon,
I swirl with words a plenty.

The oven-like page,
a place it cooks
developing as scribes treat.

Poem rises
with colorful phases
inside mixture.

Moment brews visions,
ready to explode with flavor.

And soon my cake is done,
with all the trimming
of a creative poem.

It cools in readers eyes
for those ready to feast.
Worry not...
Its contents are not fattening.

And I shall be of substance now
for thee the flowers inside eyes.
When life ends to display its wrath,
the ground waits for to spout.

I shall kiss from dirt the time,
where people cease to walk in dark.
Where essence it still lives beyond,
the rustling of the trees.

I do bow in thought of leaves,
that for a time must die as me.
To crumble as flowers perish,
to reinvent new style.

Yes, in moment sadness comes,
to see great life fall to the ground.
But then I know the truth is told...
it will next season grow.

Cry I shan’t for death of plants
that all have their life span as me.
For yes we all are one in same
in grace of God's sweet song.

I had a brain ****
and thought today
was Monday.

I caught it's odor of untruths
running around
trying to make appointments.

Until, deep breath
made me realize
it was Sunday.

Just a senior moment
where gas, like thoughts were released
inside mind.

Scepter forged in life I carry,
as its diamond shines outward
guiding way inside love.

As I drink light from
chalice of dreams
to dance with grace.

As I walk with inner voice,
to connect and pray with gratitude.


Wind carries me at back gracefully
while heart plays its divine song.

Each breath a gift becoming celebratory
as my crown of positive thoughts, I wear.

As I search with focused eyes,
to see self in the image of all.

wind tapped on my lids
as if they were a door.
"Awake its a new day,"
the wind whispered.

Birds joined in
awakening my ears
with their gentle
sacred melodies.

It was time to exit my bedroom.
Time to dance in day gracefully.
Time,
as wind carried,
and birds sang.

ASK YOURSELF...
HOW MUCH LOVE, DO YOU GENERATE
THROUGH OUT YOUR DAY?
DO YOU SMILE AT OTHERS?

DO YOU ECHO GRATITUDE
FOR MOTHER EARTH WHO
IS FULL OF WISDOM?

HAVE YOU SUNG ALONG WITH BIRDS
AT MORNING LIGHT
AND FEEL THE POWER OF A CHILDS LAUGHTER
AS THEY MOVE WITH GRACE.

PAUSE AND ASK YOURSELF...
DO YOU DANCE IN FOOTSTEPS
AND CELEBRATE YOUR OWN BREATH
AS IT MESHES WITH WIND?

DO YOU COMPREHEND
THAT DIFFICULT LESSONS
HELP TO TEACH AND HEAL?
OR HAVE YOU REACHED OUT
A HAND TO AID OTHERS IN NEED?

LOVE IS A FIELED THAT HELPS FOR
PEACE AND ENLIGHTENMENT.
IT’S A VIBRATION THAT HEALS
AND CARRIES ONE TO FREEDOM
EFFECTING ALL.

ARE YOU READY TO BE
A WALKING LOVE AVITAR
TO BRING ABOUT GRAND CHANGE
ON THIS PLANET.

LOVE, DON’T LEAVE HOME WITHOUT IT.

Pastel patchwork clouds
open minds eye to amazing world.
A world, yes world
that the every day passerby
seems to miss.

Gentle breezes shifts the horizon
letting visions grow for writer
who sits with pen in hand.

Sky opens up to birds escorting fairy clouds to merge with other clusters,
for perhaps a gala in sky.

Wind orcastrates opening
for self to enter and
visit space ship of loving beings
docked and ready for company.

Its a grand day to rondavue
with the moment
of unlimited possibilities.

My Mother is in the matrex- NOT I,
as she looks at me with judgement
when I buy organic and say
our food is poisoned.

My Brother is in matrex, NOT I,
as he looks at me strangely
when I speak of group now here
working to help humanity.

My sister is in the matrex - NOT I,
as she looks at me strangely
when I live out of the box
by not giving away my life to a job.

My cousin is in the matrex - NOT I,
as he looks at me with judgement
when I know our news media
has been compromised with lies
and I choose alternative news.

My X-husband is in matrex - NOT I,
as he looks at me strangely
when I declare that people in government, religion,
movie industry and big business
will be accountable for their crimes
against humanity.  

Half the world is in the matrex -NOT I
as they look at me with judgement
when I sometimes try to share what I know
to those who are not ready to awake.

I am NIOT in the matrex and love being so.
ARE YOU reader, who is hidden
behind my lines ready?

Peek-a-boo time to choose to wake or not?
The red pill waits.

As Glorious sun rises
over horizon I breath deep
aligning
awakening to who I am.

The song in wind plays
anointing feet
for wing-like dance.

The song of heart
energies self
so I see with new eyes.

The song of change
echoes inside inner self
to smile and share light.

My rebirth has begun
to dance in poetic words
and tickle readers eyes.

I am anchored on journey.
I have found my heart.
I am blessed.

where dreams vanish
in minds unaccomplished by many.
And echoing
ghost of ego drowns me out
in breath,
I move with sword in hand.
I step with determination.
I dance with rythems of heart.
I speak in love vibrations.

At a time where I control future
with thoughts dreams blossom,
and freedom is mine.

inside morning breaths
I ready self for new day,
putting thoughts and intentions into gear
Excitement builds to drive
on road of unknown.

Mind moves pedal-like feet.
Transmission of heart in vessel purrs.
Breath adjusts gear stick in mind.

L - loving life’s experiences with gratitude.
O -  opening heart to love energies.
V - veering away from judgement or fear.
E - expanding into dreams.

Inside morning breaths
I align to move with
Gods Power Steering
Don’t leave home without it.
It leads way with self as copilot.

Treading in a mountainous snowstorm of a relationship
one can get frostbite especially when someone speaks
with winds of a cold voice of judgements
so... it's better to bless the mountain from a distance
and climb on more level ground

And through the ashes
of challengers and loss
the mighty Phoenix’s soul rose gallantly.
Fearlessly and determined to spread wings
to succeed in all its endeavors.

Being discouraged is just a prelude to success.

Put on the lenses of God
and see who u are,
As I did.
Stand at the alter of Love
to dance in grace with miracles
knowing you are precious

And if you don't believe in God
Just stand in your greatness.
Empowered knowing
your blessed and a blessing.

If one treats everyday as New Years Day
one would catch the magic
and move with smile,
changing the world.

Sowing seeds become
a flowing blanket
of flowers to warm eyes
like... sewing stitches becomes
a blanket of warmth for self.

Sometimes short and sweet conquers long inside a poem.
It is up to the writer to take aim with sword like pen,
and reader to take aim with eye.

Touch one person in their hearts
by way of a smile,
a hug
a word...
is to start a tsunami wave of love
that inturn effects many.

A thousand strokes of pain,
my heart does feel.
As moving on thy field of love I go.
A mind field it has come to be
as voice explodes in ears.

Slings and arrows they move swift
with heart to be the open mark.
It hits with power oh so strong.
Your words sting with goodbye.

How does such thing come to pass?
When in your heart I found a home.
Emotions rope to pull so tight,
and light I do not see.

Oh I must stand to face waves.
that hit upon my shore of heart.
The birds still sing a top the tree,
but ears they cannot hear.      

Our vessels shan't meet again,
as flag half mast begins to fly.
My sadness comes to mesh with wind,
while open waters lead.

And perhaps flesh boat shall sail
through sunsets bright again someday.
To find soul who does long for love
inside the sea of life.

Oh to float in beating waves
that calls you as the yacht you be  
You come in time that melts away.
I found a love at last.

Learn did I if cloud tears fall
to understand just what to do
We will yes coast to realign.
A rainbow we will form.

So cockboat of mine is pulled,
by thee to launch a thousand dreams.
And we shall play love songs all night
Our union it is sealed.

Snowfalls build
with accumulation.
A gift as wind howls.
A time to slow down
in the simplistic shades of white.

A time to reflect,
in mirror images in ice.

A time to expand
to become a kid again
and play in a winter wonderland.

111 All beings of Light are reminding you your not alone.

222  Angels and archangels are celebrating you and present to assist.

333  Fairies of love are endowing you with miracles.

444  Your guides are helping you achieve  dreams.

555 God is singing your name.

Autumn,
is upon us tweaking our senses
as weather changes
and closets are shifted to heavy wool.

Leaves adorned in brilliant tapestry
paint pictures for eyes,
as crickets end their seasons song
below the winter solstices.

Crows echo,
with a hello Winter
urging self to decloak closet with tall boots.

Chill stings,
making self wish for one last day to dance
in summers grip.

Suddenly,
Indian Summer appears to tease
as  heavy clothes stay hung in closet one last time.
As prayer for a precious days gift
is whispered inside new seasons dream.

A dream,
that perhaps
this continent of North America
will have a mild winter.

I shall dip myself,
coating me
in vat of colorful love energies
sent from soul.
It forms an outer shell
like a sugar coating.

The colors
Sparkle and Vibrate.
Expand and Pulsate.
Tickle and Surround.

I shall dip myself
in the moment
savoring the invisible gift
only the heart can see.

Rainbow colors enter cells
giving etheric wings a chance to open.
Dance away I shall
in life that provides endless possibilities.

As fog covered my outside landscape I sat,
relaxing and aligning with poetic ideas
to scribe at later date.

The air was warm, as a faint scent of lavender entered nostrils. My human eyes couldn't make out anything more than a shadow but; my inner senses knew I wasn’t alone.

The being whispered adding fog to the room. With deepen breath it now made sense of my visitor recalling my art background. Remembering, my prayer just days earlier how I longed for a great maters of art to flow through me.

As moments passed, the blur became more distinct. There he stood before me adorned with painters hat and smock. With a smile as he held up a brush and made like he was painting my form.

I giggled with air of breeze. My third eye exploded with an image of Monet. He began to fill my mind with picturesque visions.
Flowers entered my eyes as I felt a creative power serge.
Fields of afternoon strollers adorned with paroles entered mind. And birds rustled in trees, as a flowing brook traveled within.

More scenes manifested. I could almost taste the sweet air running down my throat. When I was filled to capacity, he stopped and I understood. He was providing me with fuel for thought. Scenes to transcribe into poetic jargon.

As he bowed, and I whispered gratitude, he disappeared. I was again alone with my keyboard, dancing hands and vivid imagination tweaked with his talented light.

I now was ready to create on canvas screen and of course my new curator of verse, Monet.

I pray for the day.
adults think about what they eat
to fuel their sacred form.

When children ask for salad
instead of fried chicken fingers
and fries drenched in oil that clog intestines.

I pray for the day,
young and old choose to go organic
and stop frequenting fast fake food joints

When people awaken to foods causing Alzheimer's.
and stop adding to cholesterol count
by changing their diet.

I pray for day soda is no longer offered
as in truth its a great metal cleaning fluid.

When family members
put away cell phones and lab tops
to become a family again.

Yes I pray for the day,
of a decent tip
so... I say nothing and serve,
praying for the day.

Fluffing off awareness,
as if lint is not an option to
my open conscious mind.

Golden sun of heart shines,
as a facet like diamond
unique and priceless.

The energies vibrate
giving feet ethereal wings
and voice songs of gratitude.

From throb of Gods heart,
I beat to dance
with fervor strong
connecting to light.

Sacred ears open
while music plays
in divine orchestration.

I found my truth
from souls whisper
as I listen receiving inner wisdom.
as I walk in the palace I constructed.

Adorned it is with visions
as rainbow blessing flowing
as every footstep
aligns with common cause.
The cause to awaken to bliss
and freedom evermore.

StarBG © 2017

Clouds gather
merging in size.
To the simple human,
sleeping in the 3D realm
its the sky doing its natural thing.

To the awakened one
it's cloud cover for
the grand ship of loving aliens
here to observe
and aid as needed.

Everyone lives their path
to awaken or sleep
if the soul chooses

But... there will be a time
where the majority awaken
and we take our place
with our galactic neighbors.

Fast food establishments
are not food.
Its manufactured garbage
not deserving of a divine body.

Its fake food
hidden behind fancy commercials
that fool the brain.

Billboards brainwash
and big newspaper ads
pull one thinking
they have free will.

Prizes and playgrounds
entice kids
who in turn urge parents
to go out.

Turn off the TV,
the ads that play in mind.
Turn on the truth
in heart
and respect your body.

Try eating at home
and take kids to dollar store.
They will enjoy it more
and have nourishment.

And do stay away from soda
not natural,
it’s a corrosive.

I take a stone and toss it
making a wish
on new day
where sun beats in rays divine.

Where birds sing to grace ears
and breath aligns with wind.

I take a stone and toss it
making a wish from heart.
Wish
that more move
in a Kintsukuroi day
where they embrace their greatness
no matter how broken they may feel.

A woman is like poetry
dancing across page.
She is dainty and delicate
sophisticated and elegant,
simple and divine.

A woman is
a gift for a writer
to expand and construct
mountains of words
to celebrate her greatness.

Perhaps someday Man will awaken
as God has to celebrate Woman.

swimming deep in mind to find the pearl in shell of heart.
Currents sometimes fierce swirl in tornado eddies.
Other times quiescent as self drifts.
One never knows what treasure lie deep in souls river.  
One never knows.

To write is to breathe.
To breathe is to live.
To live is to love.

Sometimes words hit
like a hurricane,
spinning within
until they ground on writers page.

Other times they are gentle
like a Summers breeze
tickling my senses letting me
gracefully apply them to a poem.

Then there are the times  
when silly jargon makes me laugh
and a landscape is scribed
for others to laugh as well.

But best of are,
are the words
that come when I whisper
upon manuscript love
infused phases
with all its attributes.

YES, I can
move through
the challengers life brings.

YES I can
move through cave
of darkness with your candle of heart
to transmute with light.

Abandonment
Loneliness  
Insecurities
Negativity
Sadness
Betrayal
Depression.

Yes I can.
Yes you can.

A gift it is... to be in the presence of a new baby.

The being unimpeded by earths
third dimensional mindsets.

A new born fused with higher self
who is the vibration of God.

The one shrouded in a veil of light
ready to experience life again for soul.

A new born in state of nakedness
lying with grace free of judgement.

The mirror of ones own original self
who carries unlimited possibilities.

A new born who gives an invitation
in moment to smile and play.

The reason to see blessing present
and release gratitude in voice

A new born who carries stars in eyes
calling many to embrace the now.

The being ready to take on role of teacher
for mother and those present.

Those who can see the embodiment of beauty
deserving of celebration.

My poetry bag is full.
Full of great words.
Words and phases.
Verses and lines.

They turn into saga's
into visions grand
Seeds to plant on fields of mind.

My poetry bag is filled.
Overflowing with Comas
Comas and periods.
Exclamation points and caps.

They become music for reader
inside a eyes window.
A window only one can clean
with an intended breath.

My eyes catch a vision,
as my hand catches ball-like eyes.

My bat of pen
makes contact of thoughts fast
spinning toward home base of verse..

The words meant to be caught
by a readers eyes.  
Who perhaps,
will be inspired to sit in bleachers
as another poem hits home.