The world is perfect because of YOU, no one else.  You are divine, unique, Eternal, saved with spark of The Divine. and you need to celebrate it.  Live it and peace follows.

See the world through eyes of your perfection not inside of  what people will label imperfections because you are a gift blessing this world every moment of every day.

I shall mend my heart
by stitching with licorice-like thread.
Dreaming and hoping
a dear one will come
to savor my treat of inner self
and heal my lost love.

To love oneself,
is to open a doorway
for never ending love to follow.

to conquer loneliness
and move with power.

To love oneself
is to release judgment
and move with joy.

to be free
and expand one’s consciousness.

To love oneself
is to fill the consciousness grid of earth
thus implanting peace for the world.

Tomorrow is a powerful day.
Its 11/ 11
New energies are coming
to ground on earth
They are infused with light and love.
Use them to shed any negative thoughts
It's time to start a new
and celebrate
life with abundance on the planet earth.
It's our birthright.

As I move
on journey
facing obstacles
left and right
day and night
life unfolds

WITH
crying, sighing
itching to heal
screaming to heal
laughing joyfully
singing like bird
feeling lonely
abandoned
sad and challenged,

As I move
on earth journey
inside playground of life
I am determined
as heart opens
as vibrations within rise
as I anchor with support
seeing from third eyes view
MY
Eternal Spirit Smiling.

Inhaling your essence
I am intoxicated
by your sweet inviting smile.
Your delicate features
encase in your spirit.
I am enthralled
by your mind
that whispers with wisdom melodies
as dusk gathers at feet.
I am blessed
with your wind like hug
that surrounds
making my worries melt.
I am indeed intoxicated
now and forever
while I whisper gratitude,
And our soul contract expands.

Under audience of stars
my songs radiate outward.
Birds serenade in background.
Moon joins in as band leader.
A peaceful way to end the day.

Tonight I will take a breath
and look up to the moon.

The perfect time to see a shooting star.
The perfect time to make a wish inside my perfect self.

Starlight star bright
I see a
shooting star tonight.
Wish I may wish I might,
wish to have my wish tonight.
I wish to sleep
aligning with all my dreams
and waking up
to carry them all into my reality.

My mind this night is busy,
chattering inside memories of day.
Ego attempts to reroute me from heart
to its corner of concerns and second guessing.
If's and maybe's become shadows bigger than moon
but I will drown it out in bath and calm myself so I can sleep
Tomorrow is another day.

I sat before a screen
alone, faceless
with icons
plastered on wall
as if paintings.

Wind blew
making air’s
swirling winds
entered lungs.

Sun casted its shadow
as breath centered in self.
As fingers were readied
to swim on cobble-like stone keyboard.

Air was sweet with fresh coffee
and mind expanded
while heart opened to love
that sung within.

Time to reach out to friends
in the invisible viral world.

Time to drift on highways
of the written word
to send energies of love
to communicate

Purpose...To open the portal of love
so all can feel it inside themselves.
To celebrate the moment of great change.

To make a difference
toward a fellow human.

Today I lost my tooth.

A place where wisdom now sprouts
in dark, well watered space.
An opening to gather truth and speak it
as other teeth join in.

Today I lost my tooth,
and I feel free, and fine.

Fine to sing in poetry genre.
Fine to speak with power grand.
Fine to kiss the day with gratitude.
Fine to eat for nourishment  
and to fuel more verse.

Just got my tooth pulled
They called him Mister Sixteen
I lost an old friend

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Tooth had to come out
Sir Sixteen left to dentists
hands I knew it well

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I went to dentist
tooth by pain screamed let me out
Its name was Sixteen

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Bye Bye to my tooth
dentist was his ticket out
His chatter is gone

The night sky shows no stars tonight.
Only drizzle that become blanket
of ren to cover all.

Birds knows its coming,
singing faster in their tones.

Cats sense forecast starring out window
to see people scurry.

Dogs perceive coming storm
doing its business to return indoors fast.

And the umbrellas are
ready like mighty sword.
For all who will venture outward
on a night with no stars.

I shall love thy self. To sing in delicious residence
to match fingers that gently dance on keys.
Heart beats gracefully
to sound of wind that carries phases.
To light that integrates dark.

I do sing caressing pen like wand
as cape woven with self love wraps the moment.
As moment reveals rainbow sun.

I am a gift like all
ready to consciously connect
to the rhythm of life
inside a love song
of prose and truth.

Like my poem,
and I will bow
to your greatness
inside walls of home.

Love my poem,
and I celebrate you
with warm praise
lighting a candle.

Say some words for poem
and I'll be grateful  
as I dance
with hearts song.

Read my poem
responding not
and I am still happy
to share my wandering mind
With who ever knocks on
My poets door.

BIG SMILE, great way to start a day.
DEEP BREATH, great way to start a day.
DANCING FEET, great way to start a day.
LOVING ACTIONS, Great way to start a day.
Divine way to live.
Try it you'll like it.

When one faces their fears
and stands to see mirror of self
everything changes for the better.
To see they are divine and precious
one who even with bruises of life
carries the light of God
and the vibration of love.

Fears dissipate in alignment to make
not only one expand inside their greatness
but be able to move forward without limitations.

I know I’ve been through it.
I be a football player
tackling my challengers.
My voice is ball
I run with
and goal is the celebration
of self and life.

I be a runner in my journey
awake to hear the crowd roar,
to dance in the wind
inside the moment
in grace.

I be a football player
where my captain is source
and self is a star
shinning to make a difference.

And I shall board my train of thoughts,
taking seat to observe grand visions
from eye windows.

I sit with deep breath
feeling the breeze that hugs,
as moment by moment heart expands.

Poetic visions are everywhere
inviting me to align
to its magnificence.

Verse is infused in passing birds
that cover view framed by clouds,
AND
mountain peeks that reach high to touch sun.

In music that plays
while flowered meadows blossom,
AND
stars twinkle to ignite consciousness.

Even in a thunderous sky
that releases rain to fill eyes
AND
houses that mosaic the landscape daintily.

Lifetime ticket I hold,
as train waits at station of mind
to leave at any time.

“All aboard,” whistle echoes
between ears that open wide.
“All aboard,” conductor writer guide shouts
while everyday provides adventure
and every ride becomes new poetic masterpiece.

It is a train I love to board,

As window displays mirror of my life.
As pen gets readied and time flies past the moon.

As traveler
in human form...

We dance for romance
cry and sigh
eat and sleep

We fight for light
Dream and scheme
Write all night

We joke and smoke
Seek and Speak
Bow and pray

And prance to dance
moving
in path to enhance soul.

I carry two treasure chests in my being.
They’re engraved in gold
and a gift from soul.

First chest is kept in heart.
It carries love infused diamonds
of happiness and joy,
dreams and song,
peace and harmony,
that when opened dissolves sorrows.

Second chest is kept in mind.
It carries words infused with light.
Verses of rhyme for poetry.
Phases of visions for prose.
Jargon for stories to emerge,
that make pen dance.

How to unlock these strongboxes?
Simple, with the key of breath,
I carry in lungs at all times.

With inner child,
I rummage through an attic.
Boxes line corners unlabeled
Shadows from window lead inquisitive mind.
Low and behold,
a time capsule I find
filled with memories sacred.

A cigar box reproduction of a treasure chest
painted gold is filled with toys
only child could understand.

A few MARBLES are indications of wealth
where coins were used
to trade for valuable objects.
A SPINNING TOP the key to open portals where
freedom became reality.
A collection of COWBOYS AND INDIANS
resting together both sides in truce
after years of battle.
A FEATHER filled with magic to make one
fly in dance gracefully like birds.
green and red JAX AND *****
that was company on rainy days.
A SHELL that held secrets when brought to ear.
And a good luck CHARM
fitting in child’s hand that held many a wish.

The best part of its find was that it sat on a MAGIC CARPET used to travel across galaxy with fairies
when nap time was instrumented by mom.

Me thinks I feel a senior moment
coming on now where nap calls.
Let the journey begin.

In the shade of a tree seeded with visions
I sit inspired as wind hugs the moment.

OUTCOME:  SWEET SCENT OF VERSE EXPANDING WITHIN MAKING WAY FOR POETRY TO BLOOM.

In the shade of a tree seeded with
roots of poetic rhyme I sat
engrossed with pen in hand.

OUTCOME: A POEM WORTH SHARING

In the shade of a Weeping Willow tree
I cried recalling my first kiss.

OUTCOME: THE TREEE HUGGED ME GENTLY.

In the shade of an open heart
tree spoke with encouragement
to root inside of love.

OUTCOME: I DANCED INSIDE HARMONY.

In the shade of a tree that captured wind to give me hug I smiled with deep breath.

OUTCOME: WE BOTH ECHOED GRATITUDE FOR EACH OTHER.


Under the shade of Mother Natures gift
I sat, resinating with birds song for peace.

OUTCOME: WE DID A DUET

In the shade of an old tree
I listened to great wisdom.

OUTCOME: I ROSE AS AVITAR READY TO FACE THE WORLD.

In the shade of a grand sacred tree
I sat whispering a prayer.

OUTCOME:  THE TREE WAS NOT CUT DOWN
AND I HAD A SAFE HAVEN.

..Trees prepare to sleep
in the quiet of winter.
In their bare skeletons
to have leaves replaced by sparkling flakes.

Trees ready themselves
serenading passer-byes with their colorful leaves
reminding change is in the air.

Trees in their elegance
make me pause
appreciating the giants small and large

They are our neighbors
gifts from our Mother Earth..

I do truly have a love
inside for precious trees.  
They are such a special gift,
painting sky with their leaves.

They're sacred, and delicate,
with love to give, you bet.
A treasure for all mankind.
They never are a threat.    

A special being is a tree,
meant yes to reach far out.
Hug it now to feel it strength
and then you’ll give a shout.

Scream for them to have their rights
They are alive and pure.
Trees are standing monuments
with wisdom thats for sure.

Wind whistles through all seasons
It moves with special rhyme.
When you gather near its trunk,
you’ll know it is divine.

Listen to its wisdom now
It will empower you.
Say a prayer of gratitude.
It is the thing to do.

Knock, knock at tree I stood there.
Wondered if someone would hear.
I did whisper can I see?
All the beauty housed in thee.
If I’m let in this is clear.
It will make me surely stare.

For the magic goes down deep.
Hope tree fairy I will meet.
Fairy answered one two three.
It did welcome me with glee.
So I drifted in tree fine.
Mother Nature is Divine.
When I left I bowed with awe.
Then fairy did close the door.

Perhaps I’ll visit soon I hope.
Natures grand and thats no joke.

INSIDE A DREAM I DID AWAKE
MOVING IN MIND SPEAKING IN RHYME.
I WANDERED TO FIND ANSWERS GREAT
TRYING TO FIND A SPECIAL MATE
INSIDE A DREAM I DID AWAKE
GETTING LOVE BLESSINGS FOR TO TAKE.
I DID LEARN I AM YES DIVINE
INSIDE A DREAM I DID AWAKE
TO MEET HIM INSIDE SPIRITS TIME.

I shall be a trumpeter in a band.
My pen being the conductors wand.
My heart beat the rhythm.
My poetic words the sound that flows.

A talent deep within
where no lessons were necessary
only connecting,
trusting,
and rolling in performance of life.

The beauty of life on planet Earth-
NATURE,  MUSIC, CHILDREN
The ugly of life...
WAR, LIES, GREED
ALL in the name of expansion.
Purpose to realign consciousness
to tip scales
and let happy be on both sides.

With our own truth,
we will rise inside diversity
to move to celebrate
humanities future.

Sun rises
infused with rainbow light.
Birds sing
generating vibrations
to make all sing.

With our own truths
we shall move in peace.
Dancing inside hearts
for humanity to be free.

Free to
radiate compassion
And see the hands
of each other’s God.

Walking away from watching TV,
I realize what a waist of time it is.

A waste of eyesight that steals abilities to think.
That becomes drug to manipulate masses
as false news is believed and commercials insult.

Moments get throw away into a box that
plays over and over the same jargon so brain gets numbed.

One misspend glance kidnaps beginning process to brainwashing.
To convince the buying of items
that can never satisfy the need for happiness.

TV's truly a tool used to disable
the common man. A thing in the wrong hands that
has become something the human race needs not.

Watching the box has potential but has been lost to
the wealthy that care nothing for humanity.

Excuses to unwind plagues urging use,
so before one knows it they are victim.

I’ve become a victim... A casualty of the times for a while now but  through determination my independence I declare
to rid self of disease.

*Time go outside and see natures screen of beauty.
We all deserve freedom.

Let's take back our power and use out time wisely.

rainbow flowers grow
below matching rainbow sky
photographer smiles

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wonderful flowers
get picked by a handsome bow
will she say I do

2 fairy souls met
inside mist of dawn and autumn leaves.
They whispered each others name
Tesha and Selkin
so Una the wind could hear.

Their wings meshed
like stain glass windows all a glow.
They moved inside grace
while scents of violets
birthed harmony.
While they forever celebrated
in a realm
of no time.

And as they floated off
mesmerized inside each others crystal eyes,
they knew they were soul mates
 destined to seal lips
below rainbow sky

There are two wolves.
One that feeds on
fear loneliness and doubt.

The other on love, compassion and trust.
Which do you feed?

Walk on Mother Earth...feel the pulsation of love
flow through you and let the tree of life grow
within.

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All those walking on earth are lighthouses
meant to shine for one another with beam of love,
compassion and forgiveness.

Into an antique store I move,
gazing the artifacts.
An old typewriter
catches eyes.
No more does it have busy fingers,
dancing on it’s letter highway.

Now digits breeze upon plastic board
tickling computer screen with hands.
A grand place to travel on
for writer, and sage to share.
A grand place
to search internet
to expand ones consciousness.


StarBG © 2017

Every morning my unborn mind awakens
TO smell change in air
TO expand breath
TO ride bronco of light.

It cries to be free from ego
It yearns to move in harmony.
My baby child calls
for source to fill her cup
WITH god’s energy
WITH dreams
WITH my own awakening of self.