There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so
William Shakespeare

It is all about perspective and that is key to heart
Shiny blade of cutting edge, do you **** or butter
pray tell, OH, Sitting knife !    
Shall I use my quill and write about you as you are  
or spin a yarn regarding you, telling tales to see how far ?
Should I stretch my wenden shades of rose for you,
or strive to see thy point of view !  

Interpret me with candor and honesty dear mate,
and please remember this ...
If you hold me to the sun, I will reflect thy shine  
if you hold me to the dark, all ignorance be thine !    
Perception is key for all of truth's reveal        
so may thine eyes be set in truth and see the good in me.      
Make haste, adjust thy lens, ... take me to a place of love.

By: Mystic Rose

Like butterflies as they rest their wings
and prepare for another day
So will you take time off once in a while
to re-coop and breathe
When rainy days come and you had enough
do like the butterfly in the sky
Close up your wings and sit for a while
you'll fly again soon, when its over.
Its ok to rest during life's biggest storms
rain can damage many a wing
So wrap those weary arms around you
then close your eyes and pray

You'll fly again some day, you'll see !

A windswept soul cognitive only to the One who clips the stars of heaven
this I am
An enlightened being spiritually awakened by the interconnectedness of all living things
this I am
Dwelling in a place filled with heightened sense of presence, I am peaceful
as the Great I Am
Ablaze like an Olympian Flame I pass life's torch to you with internal conviction  
and this is my reveal, of who I truly am
  
I am a woman made of man a mystery onto thyself, I live, breathe and love
and therefore yes, ... I am !!!

Sepulchered inside a vaulted night so deep
the crow soars alone inside that ebon sky of yours
Center arched in space, heaven is filled with stars
an so your secret lies across orange-yellow meteors.
Encased inside a cold embrace,
                                  your imminent last sigh !

Irreversible as the hour, this cancer has taken a  leap
and the butterflies of summer, have all but gone away
Choral hymns of worship amazing Grace, ... foresight
how I long to keep you here, at least for one more day
within the cold embrace of death,
                                   your inevitable, goodbye !

A diamond in the rough that is what He was ,
he possessed a multifaceted radiant nature,  
but he also lacked refinement and polish.
When it came to speaking the truth,
he was a lance aiming straight for the enemy.  
In the face of sinful adversity and corruption,
He was as devouring, as the desert sun;
His heart !  
Now that  IS,   the True jewel of this world !
A KohiNoor diamond, with the rarest spark.
His soul was Divinely filled with spiritual essence,  
but his human psyche was at the very core
of all human suffering...
Soul, spirit or  Divine Force,
                                he was a man
you could not coerce, nor easily convert.  
Christ, Lord, Savior, Son of God,   Lamb of God, "Messiah,"

Yes its all Him just take your pick
As for me, He is the one who saves  
He is my Gujarat and my life force,  
the pacemaker of my beating heart.
  
Take Him away from me,
remove the sparkle of His living word
from my soul, and I'll be left forever
in the dark.
                                                                 Good Shepherd, Son of man,
He is a culminate of crucifixion and resurrection alike,  
He is the unlit flame that is waiting for you, to strike,

                              So light Him up like the rare jewel that He is,
                               Light Him Up! Light Him Up! Light Him Up !

By: Mystic Rose

My heart is a stained glass window, fragile as a Rose in May
refracting light from every angle, it holds life's leeway
Suffused with fragments of love,  I can be warm as night    
filled with a sense of awe, when you tilt me to the light,  
                                 I feel just right  
My heart is a stained glass window, fragile as a Rose in May !
Fragmented beauty encased in bursting beams of afterglow
if I follow only yesterdays, life can soon appear surreal  
Infused with an outside world that can often smite  
I choose to live inside my own reflective colors,  
                                           Always, in the light   !
Fragmented beauty encased in bursting beams of afterglow
My heart is a monument to all that I have lived and known
changing and bending with every curving path
it has been overused and "Inter-diffused" many times  
like this mosaic piece of art I call "stained glass window "  
                                I am a,   "Pièce de ré·sis·tance " ( a work of art)
My heart is a monument to all that I have lived and known
My heart is a stained glass window, fragile as a Rose in May
When I pray with it, it remembers to give thanks, in every way.

As she drinks nectar from a flower, sweetness from heaven falls like dew
anointed like gentle rain amidst sun showers, she appears as if on cue

Lifting her wings she lands on a Zinnia beneath a tinted sky of April blue
a flight of fancy fanning fast, she's a fabulous marvel of beauty, true on true

"I exist in two places, here and where you are." says the butterfly to me "
"I am you and you are I and that is why. " (pause)... we are both free !

She soars to heaven as if she were an angel of grace with wings of lace  
and when I get there I will see that God and her have just changed place.  

She drinks in the moment as if no one is watching her and so do I
and from now on I will live like her, until the day I die ...

I'll land on each soft place I find and know that I am not alone,      
over by that sunny spot I'll sit and wait, until He finally calls me home.

In the afterglow of your beautiful loving heart
lives a flower that blooms each and every day
Planted deep within, you are the great thou art
of my living soul's reveal, you are the way !

Dazzling me with brightness and effulgence
you are a glowing candle in the thick of night
With luminosity you touch on my resurgence
helping me revive, a long lost dormant light;

You are a gleam, a glint, a polished diamond stud
an opalescent being who grants prismatic hues
Seeded in your garden I know that I am loved
above all else, ... and it is I that you did choose

You are the afterglow of love's most precious gift,
the bridge across forever, that never goes adrift.

She wore a tiffany hat with a bow and six big plumes of red and white,  it had an ultra wide asymmetrical brim that rolled up to one side.  
When it came to dames like this I believe God ran out of humble stock !

She wore pompadour shoes, like she had nothing to lose
and rouge so red it made the cardinals have fainting spells !
Her hair was soaked in henna, elderberry & radish extract,
and I believe her dress was stitched in the boudoir of coco-channel!  

She was a nouveau riche reveling in her new found fame
and everything in her life was right as rain until that fatal day,  
when her hat expanded 10 x its size,  growing past her shoulders
  like a great big beast, of leavened yeast!  

Her hat pins strained from the strain of those great big plumes,  
moaning and groaning from her lithe walk and all that perfume !
Then First World War arrived and suddenly it was unpatriotic
to be concerned with one's appearance !
She was no Rockefeller and didn't own a rupee nor a heller,
so she became a steadfast loyal dame, like dear old Helen Keller .
What happened to that big old hat, with the plumes of red and white ?

She stewed it, brewed it, boiled it down then poured it in a flask,
and yes she drank it slowly,... just in case you thought to ask !

City stars and lights, darkly lit bridges and little men from Mars
I'd rather be far away from here, away from pollution away from cars
To a place where fresh water pearls live cradled  under water's overflow
and the stars of night shine brighter than the snow !
City stars and lights, we live in dim lit places like butterflies live in jars
Urban city viewing, we got gadgets we got wi-fi  we got nigh
buildings, roads , public transportation, makes me want to sigh  
Take me to a place of silence where the stars are always bright
and the earth is filled with cosmic dust from stars infused with light.
Urban city viewing, with arms outstretched we either live or die;
Come with me to a place where docile stars can truly shine
leave this world behind and join the glitter of their Divine !
Take me to a place where we can talk without restraint
a place where we can be ourselves and never wear face paint.
Come with me, to a place where docile stars are yours and mine.

Let me loose the trellis that holds on to my roses
weave every thorn I own around your open space
I do not twine nor do I have a tendril to boast of
but I do own beauty and the scent of Rose Khalid  

Let me penetrate your senses with my wildish ways
cleaving shadows of your night, I will bring you day
I am not a flower to be cast aside just like the rest  
take good care of me and I will surely bloom in May

Let me be your muse's musk, powdery sweet like earth  
leaving trails of inspiration on your velvet book of love  
I am not a garden trinket nor your favorite rose my dear
talk to me as if  I were a prayer, written just for thee.

For I am no longer a prisoner of your poetry Dear One  
just a simple musk-filled muse, reaching for the Sun...

Quote by: Ring time
And there is a rumor in the forest...

••• If they believed in themselves, as they believe in dark and vicious words that desecrate minds and souls. If that same force will be used for them. Their concrete forests would flourish instead of dying in droughts caused by the minds of dark power . •••

Todos of their language standing silent yet strong
in solidarity
  they take a stand
Wolves of a pack bonding together
refusal
of the highest order ...
Dark energy of wolves  
wolverine primal instincts, darkness!
Turned into strength,  by the gentle presence of
intuition and wisdom
To know them is to understand their value
both loyal and strong they are brave warriors
of the forest.

I stand by the sea and watch the sky turn into a lovely shade of April blue.  I see big old trees dotting the edge of the horizon and a lovely red sunset.  I can only imagine who the man upstairs is and how he has managed to create such a beautiful landscape here on earth...  Let alone the heavens!
Oh my stars !!!
you don't belong in jars  
Father shines you from afar  
I scoop a bit of water in my hands then watch it clump the sand.  Drawing my knees up to my chest I lift my head to watch Selene, Goddess of the moon  raising a glassy white moon with her arms.  It is a natural moon, pouring out light onto a blessed hour of darkness, and so I give Him thanks and praise!        
Her dress, a gown of clouds
puffed up like a shroud
Misty colored, never loud
"If I could, I would fetch you the moon on a spoon." I say to the ether of His quiet.  Then as if by magic a streak of silver appears, mirroring the aging gray hair on my head.  What else in life can make you feel as good as when God's world suddenly melts inside of you? What else can claim your soul the way the stars and the moon do,  ... let alone the ocean view !
By: Mystic Rose

As the last
petal
      falls
from the stem
of
    your beautiful heart,
I will
catch  
         it
then own  
in my hands,  

              the most
        tenderest
                       part  
of your
          ALL !

Nestled deep within the feel and touch of home
this heart of love goes on a holiday
Like feathered birds in heaven when they roam
all thoughts of you arise, like birds of clay

Nestled deep within the soul I have no choice  
but flap these wings and lead you to my heart
Like  warblers in the sun with trilling voice
all thoughts of you sing sweet, it is an art

Nestled at the font of love the heart's own mind
is like a shelter of collective pasts
Like memories of old that can't go blind
all ardors of the heart seem to outlast

Unblinking as the sun that shines inside my heart
the heart and mind of you and I, will never part.

She was eighteen years of age and tattoos were the latest rage. Snapping her bubble gum she plunks herself on a chair then asks  " May I have a tattoo please" I see a young girl in a messy ponytail and an old beaten up jacket.  I worry that she'll pick something God awful and then I'll have to oblige.  
The boldness of youth
can appear so uncouth
yet reveal so much truth
"I want a tattoo of a winter vine.  One that will not go away nor fade with time" Touching the tip of the needle to the ink it ***** up into the cartilage reservoir.
As the machine begins to “buzz” the armature bar hits the coil and I begin to work. Stretched across her upper arm I notice a discoloration of the skin, a slow petering bruise.
Eyes color of snake
she is all heartache
I take a break...
"Why did you choose a vine?" I ask,  but all I get is silence and a slow breath intake.    
As the coil tattoo gun moves up and down continuously the clicking sound feels soothing
to her ear.  " The last memory I have of my mom is of the the winery.  She told me how the
leaves shimmer with color before falling off.  How the sap sinks into the roots and the vine
falls asleep, while waiting for the next summer to appear.
the tendrils climb
this is her time
not mine
In her handbag she carries a heavy load plus some green crumpled dollar bills.  " How much do I owe you?" she asks.  I tell her shes already paid her dues " No charge. " I say.  She smiles and then she leaves, as if on cue...

Between the silence of a sterile room and a child of grace
the sure footed arrival of a God without a face
The hourglass of time stills the stage with un-remission
as she waits by Snow Don Hills without contrition
A floodlight of compassion eases in she's not in pain    
her soul is a lit lantern that's never smelt the rain
Wearing a tallit with knotted fringes on each corner
He's opens every angle like an Angel without borders
Dressed in a dignity gown and propped against a pillow
she dances with the bunnies beneath a weeping willow
God takes her little hand in His, its simple so precise  
just like sunrise in the morning, straight from paradise.

Allow me to live inside the essence of your light
let me be the fragrance of your Blessed Rose
Be the soft flicker that ignites my  Holy candle  
and help me to radiate compassion wherever I go

Bathe me  in your incensed love, permeate my being
assist me in my tenacity and kindly take me to    
the staying power of your Saving Grace.  
Annoint my mind and keep it always by your side

Amen !

Hold the world in your hands
Feel the light pulse through your veins
Extinguish all worries
Ignite your third eye
Float up toward me
Dismember the earth
with your celestial thoughts.
Journey alongside me
when you are ready
dear light beings,
ascend !

Open thy heart
             claim the feather
                       of peace that is floating,  
swirling down  
                    towards your open palm:
              "WHEN IT LANDS,"  
Feel the sensations that arise
as you
                      caress it,
                                     gently:  
Perhaps its a spiritual hug
from an Angel who wants to,  
                     love you !  
Close your fingers round it
                  press it to your heart  
                      and say,
                                          AMEN !

Inside penumbra light holding hands fairies dance
Silhouetted to the backdrop of an evening sky  
Viridescent trees softly whisper
Vacuously standing side by side  
In those shrouded places where fairies take a stand.
Wings of power wings of light hear their magic song
If you wanna fly with me
If you wanna ride with me
Believe in your own wings and remember to be strong
Trust yourself, when your searching for that hidden door  
Dance until the moon sighs
Dance until the moon plies
Inside the penumbra light the fairies dance and dance
Silhouetted against the greenish glow of an Aurora sky.

Floating high above the skies
               wearing
                                nothing but a pair of wings  
I untie all emotions
                                  and let my hair loose;    
Gliding gently *
                          o'er clouds
                   I soar like the birds of the sky do,
  
           and when the sun begins to die,
                           Oh, I just fly !

She glows with focus,
a fairy who can truly see.  
a helium moon bathes
her, with bluey light.  
Quietly she stitches
by a sky of amber- red tea.    
Silk spun messages echo
through the night.    
She sits and mends quietly,
and fervently, until eternity
is out of sight.

She is sweet as a jujube that one
doling out Christmas cards by the ton
Her colorful clothes are like banners  
and she reminds me of a sparkly elf

Wearing cute bows in her hair
she tells ding **** stories of old
A jolly girl that is as bright as can be
I love it when she sits by the Xmas tree

I call her my doppelganger my mini-me  
her hair was once gold and now its gray
of those lovely cards she owns a stack  
when she smiles, she doesn't hold back.

I am
so
grateful

For the
stunning beauty
that my eyes
can
            still
                      see...
I am so grateful
that
       LIFE
has been mostly good
and that I can
            still
                   give thanks,  
each   and  every   single    day

                WITH A GRATEFUL HEART.

Conquistador your stallion is unbridled longing for
the company of an angel's            touch to brow
I see your breast plate armor has lost its sheen
but in your face I see the sign of cuts real clean
Conquistador, did you find what you were looking for

Conquistador, a vulture sits upon your silver shield
and though I searched for you inside a maze
I found no door ,no inner room
you were ready far too soon
Conquistador, did you find what you were looking for

Conquistador, there is no time like now so
raise your rust scabbard and take a newborn stand
I know your jewel-encrusted blade cannot lay still  
always ready for the action always ready for the ****
Conquistador, did you find what you were looking for

Conquistador, I came to jeer at you, with no regrets
and as the gloom begins to fall I see there is no, only all
I know you came with sword held high
although you came to conquer, do you want to die?  
Conquistador, did you find what you were looking for

I skipped the light fandango,
as I walked across the night  
turning cartwheels
upon a sky lit floor.  

I was feeling kind of sea sick,
as the stars cried out with roar
the ceiling flew away  
while I soared, a little more   (pause)
And so it was,
                  as I raved against the embers,  
                  and the dying of the light,
I turned a whiter,                 shade of pale;

*

While I wandered through His garden
I could not help but let it be
and as the killer told his tale,
I watched the water, turn to light;
  
Just his 16th vessel ******,
I was filled with cold and dread
but the truth was plain to see
as I wandered through God's garden,
I'd had been mistaken, sadly left
                 for dead.
  
Although my eyes were open
they might as well be closed
as I skipped the light fandango
He turned the water, into shades  
                 of pale  

He turned the water, into Light  

and so it was ...

Morning thoughts of you roses full of dew
gardens full of summer love, sweet romance  
here inside your arms we rebirth brand-new
like the morning sun when it starts to dance

Aborning sunlight cortef hours .... loved,  
like the pied colors of a rainbow burst.    
Glancing tinted shades two petals englobed
to the loving hands of time, we come first.

Inside this garden youthful hours of truth
reborn like the seasons we live nonetheless
despite of the winter mulched in vermouth
we pair up nicely, ... to nature's headdress

Morning blushes her cheeks and we turn right,      
like airborne angels, at the cusp of night.

You, with your everlasting sorrow mom
deserve nifty hands and healing ways of
You,  who always loved with the truest calm
now sit bereft of food and needs God's glove

You, the womb that bore consecrated Zen
sit still with your emptiness praying that  
You, will once more be as fertile as a hen  
fresh as the ocean in God's special vat  

You, who have given us bounty with grace  
have birthed a sapling, a seed, and the bud
You, Mother Earth whos honest clean faced
has always provided with substance and sud

They, who have loitered and taken your fresh,  
are caught in a web, they cannot dis-enmesh.