She's like the nigh, a lampshade lit across the room
also a rose in the summer garden, ready to bloom  
She's like a thousand stars surrounding the moon
a celestial scene of beauty here then gone too soon

Ink  Empress of the site she comments like an Angel
always kind and always perceptive she enables
Ink Empress of my heart, you make me grateful
for you read my poetry, but you never label...  

You are a cyber friend from afar a leading star
a paridot of the sky with a hue one cannot mar
Without soul blemish you always win by far
for your kindness and gentleness, is on par

Ink Empress of the night you contain so my sight,      
that even the quill of a bird, can see your light.  

This is a tribute to a dear poet who always makes us feel at home,  
and if you haven't read your poetry yet, then please drop by her
page and have a read, of this amazing lady.

He was an ancient warrior from times of old
back in the days when the sun was new
and the stars at night were brilliant blue  
like the canopus star he once knew

Often, he was found rummaging the forest
looking for ther rarest mushrooms
as the eagles flew he counted tree rings    
indenting the roots of ancestry wings  

Then one day, he was reborn again
in an era of squabble filled with wars
silence became an oddity full of slew  
and "The Sacred" a rarity hidden in full view

They tagged him with bipolar with doctorate degree
for this was a world of medicine and mental deficiency
yesterday he howled at the moon and cloaked the stars
today he is a sad man longing for a trip to Mars

He the ancient warrior of days of old
fights the good battle everyday, with tools of old
mistletoe on oak, he held his staff
all the time knowing his time would pass

Written by: Mystic Rose
For a friend who suffers from bipolar

A touch of grace upon the face of the earth is what she is, this  
Bacchus of sweet ecstasy that resides within us strong and true    
Cheek of the Gods, amulet of power she pulses through us with    
Dulcet lights ingratiating the mind and heart like a warrior of old
Echoes of past lives transgress silently as the pure essence of her  
Flashes before our eyes, suggesting that we strive to live a stoic life  
Garlands of gold precious as honey, ribbon through like the sun      
Heartbeats pulse with motion and it feels like a thousand butterflies
Immaterial part of our living experience she is often mistreated
Jam packed with survival moments rough as diamonds un-tumbled  
Karmic turns of the sacred wheel  she turns us around each time  
Love and love alone exists here, a litigating lioness, she owns a
Mothering instinct and a fathers protective incline, because
No other part of our bodies can do what she does,  she brings  
Oneness to that inner world, she thrives on meditative states
Pleasing the senses more thoroughly than any earthly pleasure can  
Queen of the night, she contains more light within than a Sirius star
Review her as you would review the latest good film you saw,  
Soulistic Beauty Of The Soul, ...that is what I'm talking about
Trust in the nature of all things that are good, no never quit for
Universal truths she will bring to you, if you search and find
Veer towards her light and bathe in her perfume dear one
Whilst God and the Angels rule the heavens, she rules you
Xebec sails flapping in the wind, remember to glide don't run  
You only get once chance to get it right my friend, so live life  
Zealously, in the face of adversity, ... use your soul power.  

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