In the twilight, amid the cacophony of a birthing evening light
the scent of petrichor, boardwalk talks in standstill time  
Discarded yellow buckets feet of clay that toed in tight,  
imperviously swift to a descending sun your eyes in slow met mine  
suddenly you were a somber California boy in my parade  
I was quick to draw a spell with the magic  of my jade
Magical Spells
A sorcery of love
Girl meets boy
In the most clandestine way
California land of dreams  
Another place another time, love bloomed with grace
crystal ball fantasies, we both flew from place to place  
Married
A
Girl
Infatuatedly
Crazy
in the twilight, amid the cacophony of a birthing evening light
she walked me to the beach, then introduced me to the night.

Field of Reeds is a heavenly paradise where Osiris rules. Ka of the Nile.
Ancient Egyptians believed that the soul resides in the heart.
Upon death, the Weighing of the Heart occurs.

I drank from the cup of His salvation and entered in
while the sun drank me and poured me out
I stood in the silence of time with my heels down  
weighing out the world  I measured my breath,
and found it to be good.  It is there that I understood
that Aaru fields of reeds is a golden healing place
that I could go to when I needed to be comforted;
I walked in with my shield and sword lifted high
shuffling through the reeds with my tender feet
not a blade of grass stirred not a single sound incurred
as my vision blurred, I dropped all my weapons
all my masks and facades for an ounce of Honesty;
I took my first sip of life at the cusp of death
and realized it was not I who named me Great Warrior
it was Osiris, as He pressed the Ankh to my forehead
my third eye opened and what I saw was a man with a heart of Gold.

Summer thoughts arrive and soon I glide away behind a dream  
scribbling in the sand poetic words as I sit beside the stream

watching children play aside sandcastles tall as bastle forts
I capture every smile and laughter rising up with sweet escort

beneath a sky of rosy quartz I ease, content as a poet in love
words flow out and flap away like  happy wings on a turtle dove

Wading pools, barking dogs, ice cream trucks with jingles, a refresh  
ablaze with summer heat I scribe beside the water tanned enmeshed

Taken in by the fragrance of a moment, I get lost aside the sea  
scratching at the surface of a written verse that only I can see    

I am the composer of this love letter, down the river of joy it glides  
sailboat fantasies arrive and before I know it, I'm on the other side.  

March 3, 2022

And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.” ~ Friedrich Nietzsche


Dance beneath the magic moon and listen to the flute
the stars will spangle brightly and then render you a mute
Twirl around the trees feel the brush of wind against your skin
the music of the forest has bounce it lives and breathes within
Bap Bap boom boom boom bap goes the sound of the rain
let it trickle down your face and take away your pain
life a technicolor beat in every note pure heaven
twisty water waves that flow with ascension  
the music of the nymphs will take you  higher than the stars  
mayhap it will just guide you, all the way to Mars
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2022

Go ahead and lift your broken wings to the Lord
He is more than capable of stitching ever wayward feather
remember that you were once an angel in His ward
just like St Michael, back then you used to wear a sword
In A satchel of hope, he has placed brilliant silver
stars that never extinguished with the dying of the light
inside you...
He loved you despite your wounded self
He loved you despite your angry self
Don't allow Satan the opportunity to cleave you
and make you feel like throw away trash
He is the one that formed you in your mother's belly  
not a day goes by that He doesn't check on you
Remember that you were once an angel to reckon with
back in the days when the earth was a ball of blue
and it had nothing to do with you;
He loved you because your heart was His,  
He loves you still,  because you are still,    HIS *

Date: Feb 25, 2022
Sponsor Regina McIntosh
Contest Name Inspirational Christian

I see a world in dire need of rose colored glasses
though the earth has memorized the cradle of my form
I have yet to find the fitted shape of my reality;
Looking around me I see scared people living in fear
crucially masked they long for, yesterday's dream;
The elongated hope that has stretched our living days
is coming to an end.  It is time for positive change...
One day soon you will see my pupils once again
and I will blind you with the sight of my smile !
You will feel my hug, and when we touch again  
the cornerstone of our free world
will pierce through past illusions
and you will see me as the girl you once knew
I will be happy all the time and I will never be blue.

Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2022

Far away by the oceanside  I sit and watch the seagulls fly
inside a pale orange sun that has yet to warm a reposing sand
Over by the boardwalk the air still hums of yesterday's feet
two youngsters feeding pelicans perched on feathered height

The smell of fried shrimp coming out of a windowless kitchen
tall glass pina colada bottles with little umbrellas inserted in  
down by the ocean the burgundy traces of a latent sun arrives
as we sip slowly, and eat quietly, atop the hotel peer

Its as if it happened yesterday but I can still smell the French fries
wrapped in plaid red and white paper drenched in crisping oils
Pungent odors of chlorinated water from the pool now all gone
replaced by freshly shampooed hair, and lingering sun tan lotion

Wearing a linen white dress and my recently purchased mala beads
I feel more Zen in my pinky today then I felt in a lifetime my friend
far away by that ocean it was the perfect vacation without any fear  
when I stop to think, I hope that I could return there, next year....

Beyond the escarpment of love a 2nd hand rose thrives, trying not to die  
the gardens are pregnant in bloom as Mei in her China gown asks why
the authentic sun shines both to burn the winding paths of languid lies
and to non-discriminate the swell of her pearls, this is her Dynasty cry

Stunning gardens giving birth, young brides and padded stoic grooms
happy gregarious music plays a Guangling melody of old while she enchants
the whispering winds, she tries not to think of her future  as the hour slips
  
Typhoon Marge 1973, a wedding picture framed in white taken by the lot
but on this previous day not a stroke of wind not an ounce of water to mar
the union of two souls,  beyond the crystal ball gazes of two young lovers
the sea is still untouched, no rain induced landslides yet, no ***** terrain

A flood of emotions isolate Mei, the coastal flood fill  her lungs  
she is a deluge before a torrent of people who watch in quiet consent    
This ceremonial ritual quadrant union breaks, as she makes her escape
no pre-arranged singling spot, just a rolling sea and the rise of her breast
******* in air she runs, runs, runs, and runs, away from him .
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2022

She puts on her sweat pants and heads out towards the door  
over to the gym to exercise and tone her body just so
Diner reservations are at eight and she has much to do
before meeting him in her silk red dress and winning smile

At the makeup counter she chooses a vigorous ***** scent
and with two dreamy eyes she pays the lady then walks out
Unbeknownst, her darling Mark is at a glass case choosing  
a diamond ring for a rare occasion called love and marriage

The gentleman across from him snaps the velvet case closed
son there is a reason why they call this place The Sweat Shop
He knows he spend too much, but she is worth every penny
arriving early he hides the ring underneath the damask cloth

Chopin plays on and as he gazes in her eyes of tinkling glass
he holds out  the ring to her  " Will You Marry Me"  he says
and as the world falls away, for a moment, a second, a day
two lovers kiss in a booth that smells like, roses and wine.

The trill of the morning the sound of light like a clog of silence in my heart
A dawn chorus moment a warbling bird, an aura of ease a fine work of art

They arrive on the wings of a dove, quiet loyal and true
always on time they fill the hour with beauty and grace
Cinnamon hearts and chocolate, it is Valentine every day
when you realize that love is the only thing worth giving

They show up in the most convenient times, each second
a moment on the heart, each minute a revelation of love
Love's tender moments cannot be bought nor borrowed
they are living in the hourglass of perfection, we all know

That love cannot be bought nor can it be sold, it has to be
lived under the umbrella of altruistic  emotion, and love,  
cannot be overrated for it all that it deems to be for many
love is the millisecond that saves, for others its a drowning

Love's tender moments are either  received or rejected
according to the temperatures of the individual it is either
embraced with open arms or dejected, regardless of this
Love is Love, in eternity's plan, it always show up on time.

Cupid the sweet saintling of Love Village decided to go visit Hawaii
Always dressed in a dapper diaper he looked love struck and dashing
with frosty gold hair combed just so and silver tip wings oh so fancy
he dropped love into hearts quicker than a penny in a bucket goes ping

When he landed on land he saw pineapples and Hawaiian luaus too
rounded hips slow swaying and voices greeting him like an old friend
They draped leis on his shoulders then said "welcome to Honolulu"
where dreams come true for everyone, yes we got the magic blend;

So they put him on a pedestal for he was after all messenger of love
he surfed in Lanai, Pineaple Island of sweet , oh you should see Him    
shooting arrows as he walked on water, fitting them all like a glove  
Lei skirts ruffled and feet shuffled, as the stars shone beneath a rim

They danced and they danced far into the night for love was finally here
Cupid did it once again in his dapper diaper and gold tipped spear.

O'er here is that ok ? asks the Angel with her quiet ways  
as she lights the wax candle and rises the temperature in the room
She takes us on a journey of escape where golden dreams await;
A purple butterfly flies by and with awesome wings she lands,;
upon a lily pad.  Fluttery sounds of water ripple on a happy river,  
seasonal and joyful they chime through your senses as you listen,
to a gurgling brook  your body begins to float light as a feather;
The Angel guides us, with her luminous light over to the other side
where millions of butterflies frame the doorway that leads to heaven
gossomar wings, monarch butterflies, and red admiral beauties,
All lead by a thousand purple winged butterflies, each holding  
Ori Light Enshrined, one for each soul present here, ...
Shine dear soul shine as bright as you can, you are an echo,  
enter the Sacred Temple and receive your transillumination: ,  
Adamah, earth being, detach from the world and connect with
your celestial Chabers, heart to heart soul to soul we empowered
live to breathe, we co - exist in total harmony with each other .
Like the  metamorphosis of butterflies we change and become,  
purple butterflies, endowed with restored strength and vigor .
Pace Sia Con Voi, Cari Amici

Burnt by love my soul is singed with pain ..
Wish it would rain


Embers of the past keep licking me like fire
nothing can quench the anger that is raging inside
when a woman has been cheated on and stepped on
there is no place to hide...
Destruction becomes her new path and deceit becomes mate
she smiles her ruby lips, the Mona Lisa pact induced  
deep inside are raging demons of revenge
I find him by the lake peacefully building a Stonehenge
I invite him to come home but he says,  
" I rather be alone "
so I sit and stew beneath the hot sun
isn't it sad when love goes awry,
and you find yourself sitting, with a smoking gun !

Open lotuses of purple and indigo hues
casting spells beneath lawny skies of midnight blue  
each brilliant star more sparkly then the next by heaven's roam;  

Like shooting fireflies and minuets of silent reveries,
the neon fairies claim the quiet waters of the Thame,  
as lilies glide inside slow gentle rain ....
Opuses of art in natures private Cul de sac
water vessel of grace, incumbent chalice of the night
undulating sinuously towards the evening light
none can duplicate the beauty of, your even flow;

Who knows who knows which way the gale winds blow
but this I know,... no never have I seen
such incandescent fiery light, cleaving at the cusp of night.

January 20, 2022

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SYZC-VbcpRg

I invite you into the path of internal freedom my friend,  
Receive the gift of joy that comes into your presence
Allow your Divine self  to flow gently into the arms of love
Give yourself time to create a worthy space within you,  
so you can live with gentle breath, upon this loving earth...
The voice of your soul is calling you
softly home.  Tender whispers light as a breeze  
are flying you back to your dwelling place.  
Embrace and receive your calm with quiet residue
and find your peaceful essence beneath the Holiest of Sun
Feel the warmth that comes from within
as you learn to let go of all negative emotions.
Breathe in and breathe out
Open yourself to the mighty chi and be the star that
illumines the skies;
as your body gives rise to the ebb and flow of life
allow your Divine self to fall gently, into the arms of love.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SYZC-VbcpRg

Surrender and bond with your inner self, breathe deeply
accept the moment that has been given to you and share
the inner circles of your positive energy, be yourself  

Immerse your thoughts in beautiful light and re-incarnate
with your present concept, it is there to teach you how
to live freely, without ties to earth dramas and misshapes

Repeat your mantra " I am potential " and enter into bliss
flower your thoughts and vine them to your corporal light
breathe in the oneness of the Universe and breathe out

Water your senses with peaceful rhythm and like water
move gently into the waves of contentment one breath
at a time...  Time erased, you are a nanosecond away,

Quote: Don't let the lilacs die without a touch of sweet perfume
send forth, from life to grave
  

She scented her wings with a powdery substance of lilac
then parachuted to earth tipping her scissions
with utmost precision;
Stardust fell across his cupid cheek but he did not rouse  
talcum scent of baby powder mingled with sweet sachets
alighting gently like the moon when discerning the sky;

With whispering wings wrapped snuggly  
she leaned over his tiny body then whispered,    
" go ahead,... live "  

January 14, 2022

Soaked to the bone with top-splashes of news
I cannot create what I need on my plate
I want songs, I want poems, I want so much more
then the bad news I hear on this forked road of hate

Drenched from the fear that has clothed my days
I refuse to adhere to the orders they give
one day I hear truth one day I hear lies
one day we are living one day we might die

Pass me an umbrella the rain has drenched me anew
its pouring in a helter skelter way, and I don't know what to do

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zs8oz4cNEZU

You can live on land or you can live on water

breathe the scent of angel's chiffon wings

A New Year has started on Time

it is handling your Hopes with great care

Feel free to check out the video,
Namaste !

Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2022

Bright shiny new marbles, we knew just what to do
Bro and I slid them against the door, they went smack clickety clack
as we just laughed and rolled some more...
The year was 1967 and the colors in our head had wit and sparkle
we rolled them in the heel of our hand  turning them to the light
we would play for hours and never fight;
Then one day we grew old and the marbles were put away
I moved down South and Tony stayed in my childhood quarter
Today I pray each day that as the years go by, I won't begin to cry
over a lost marble or two, when the cells won't multiply
We had life in the palm of our hand but we were too young to know
that sooner or later, we had to change and grow...

Let me be a rose onto thy name
place a frivol kiss upon my rouge
wild as a breath of life I'm never tame    
caress my petal soft, my subterfuge  
Roses live for water, sun and shine
hold a stem, know that you are mine
I bloom at every turn of love my dear,  
wild flowers are always keeping time  
I am a rose of valor treat me kind
and I will never rob you blind
Place me in your heart and sing to me
until we both have set our hunger free
Let me be a rose onto thy name
I'll turn you over, make you right as rain

cherished as a rose
that is how angels make you feel
when they surround you

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sdu9M3CNJ4M

White snow begins to settle round the coffee shop as we sip our cafe
the Christmas lights twinkle in the evening as a cadence of beauty  
falls in amber shades aglow,  kissing quadrant windows perfect view
bright shiny mirrors in our eyes, we are staring into each others souls...

Wreaths of green with silver baubles frame the wooden entrance door  
street lamps are smiling at the halos of our shadowy coupling silhouettes
The aromatic scent of coffee bean and vanilla essence reaches our nose  
sweetly wrapping us in festive shawls our mood rejoices, oh love,  oh love,

Dance with me to the end of this dream for I believe your are my music
hold my hands across this sturdy table,  let me feel your ****** warmth
Peppermint kisses and wooly eyes that see only the gaze of each other  
as the snow falls gently twirling all around us at the cafe, we talk softly

Like lovers of old in a realm of new, the weather is so cozy and charming  
we huddle closer to each other as the fireplace invites us to its hearth
we choose to stay little longer as the white snow settles all around us
the snowman outside grins a silly grin and says " heh, I know those two"
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2021

Floral aspects of my life blooming in front of me
like wallpaper memories of my pink room
The smell of loose leaf hugging a red leather binder
flourishes underneath the sunlit words
of my young maiden's hand;
Looping letters that show the romantic side of me
small caricature vowels and nouns
that reveal the private parts that are never seen
Blushing mornings that drench the violets
in that little garden where father kept his vines
Quiet evenings spent in my room
talking to a Statue, "reflection of a Mystic soul"
I was so many girls back then, but today I am only one
A seasoned writer with who lives and strives  
despite the world's demise.

Dec 15, 2021

Memorial days of when my mind was clear as rain. Back then I did not feel so
Elementally insane.  I used to whip up a poem in minutes and smile like a
Neuromental trigger happy woman.  Then, as years went by I noticed the
Tell tale signs of aging and slowing.   Stress settled in as life changed and  
A virus spread through the land.  I swallowed my fears and continued to  
Love, live and laugh but something had changed.  Me... My mental health...

MEDITATE ON THE GOOD THINGS IN LIFE, IT WILL HELP YOU STAY FOCUSED :)

Healthy is the man and woman who digs her own garden or grave, I say  
Enlist in the power of heavenly beings and do your very best. Life is
A series of battles, lift your sword on high and don't let the devil win.
Learn to live with what you have and find strength and comfort in the  
Truth.  Mental health is pliable, it can break it can heal, it can change.  
Help is there if you ask for it. You are not alone, so share your story...

TAKE GOOD CARE OF YOUR MENTAL HEALTH, YOU ONLY HAVE ONE MIND !!!

Pen pals from the very start
scented paper and feathers of pink
inside a pre-kissed envelope of white
You, writing about the taste of Trinidad
by the sweet-burning smoke of a pipe blend,
me, whispering to you about the beauty of a snowflake  
as it comes swiveling down from heaven;
Letter writers of ancient times, hoping for love's arrow  
You, singing a Christmas Parang in a Trini voice of honey  
me,  with my faux fourrure and Christmas boots of leather;
Lovers yet to be my love but if this year I get my winter wish,
I will meet you by the Pigeon Point,   on December 29th,
with a glass of *** in one hand
and a plate of festive rice on the other
Together we will melt the last glacial memory
from our burning waiting hearts.

December 7 2021  

Meaning of Fourrure / french word for fur

Shivering me, lost in thoughts of falling snow
with eyes impaled on lights that blink and glow
I watch the Christmas scene unfold and flow
into a stitch of time, that hours can't un-sew

The little girl in me that once took life in toe
has disappeared from view and now I must forgo
the ringing of the bells this year, for I am still
standing at the window waiting for you,  Bill

Bereavement ***** and life can be a cruel blow
I am still trying to figure out this slippery hill
In my hands I hold three stones that I can't throw
and an armload of love that death can never ****

Perhaps through this I can traverse and grow
into a brilliant star of heaven and instill
the light that I once held that shone at will
inside these memories, that just won't go...

Cinderella memories buried in tombs of yesterday
back in the days when the sun cleaved like a sword
there were no words to explore the light of day
only silent thoughts acclimatized to each nosegay
Scented hopes and well hidden sachets by cedar box
Avon heavenly spritz an act of instant gratification
Lullabies that lingered late into the night , child Knox
telling stories of Princesses glass slippers and locks
Stagecoach mice scurrying past at the stroke of night
run girl run into your castle, see the hands of time
As the moon comes out to flash her flashbulb light
you will be hidden in the covers joyfully taking flight
A Cinder-dress made of chintz from nimble fingers
what is surreal, what is real and what is so sublime
when we get old everything we ever saw, lingers
everything we ever did, turns us into harbingers

Inspired by Artist and Photographer Annie Leibovitz

Back in the days when fences were constructed to lean on
I had my fathers smile my mother's apron now they're gone
Along with brother's camera and his filming laughter reels
Along with sister's bumbling ways and admiration reals ...

Fences are made to keep in or keep out.  Sometimes    
Erecting them can be a way of protecting or rejecting
No one knows the power of a fence more then those who
Crossed the holocaust fences and survived.  Fences can be
Easing posts for friendship or wired spokes with big fat  
Signs that say " Keep Out" it all depends what side your on

Back in the days when my dad build a fence for grapes and vines
I knew what belonged to other people and what was truly mine
Along with my cat, my bird, my three ring binder and my fence  
Along with my heart and my soul, I knew what to let in, hence ?

Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah aaaaa
Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah aaaaa
Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah aaaaa
Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah aaaaa
He has come into this world the incarnate Deity
He has come to give us light and for all eternity
My Lord My Lord... My God My Father   2x
Born inside a ****** womb, He is buried in a tomb
Born a flame and died a King, now he wears the golden ring
MY Lord My Lord... My God My Father  2x
He has come into this world, while a star of heaven shone
He as come to be our Hope, with His presence fear is gone
My Lord My Lord... My God My Father  2x
Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah aaaaa
Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah aaaaa
Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah aaaaa
Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah Aaah aaaaa

There is a flower within each one of us
longing to blossom to the sound of our breath
Stars of beauty annihilate in a sky of shine
while we slumber in relaxed  mode beneath
the sphere of heaven's Zen

Fortitude and hope gather through the tunnel haze
where the center core of our well being
sits in the silence of our created space
We are but one being in an entire human race
grazing possibilities into the daring dreams

Oneness is made possible when we communion
with the atmospheric beings of Godly frequency  
Solitude becomes a desired quest
as the night shows up with all her sacred realms
of beauty and splendor

Let us bloom together
towards a tomorrow bereft of sorrow and loss.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TUkwcPOXzqcInside
Within this beating heart of mine
my love for you is true consigned
beneath my skin a flowing rhyme
is tattooed on my soul, enshrined
Above us only stars and moon
are privy to our lovers croon
We are Zosma we are Supra
desired songs of Kamasutra
You can count on me my dear
my love for you is quite sublime
we are orbits of golden times  
always close and always near;  

To each other we will cling,  
as two Celestials Stars unhinge.

Some people live in cardboard boxes  
others between buildings
Certain individuals beneath a tent
others under bridges, or close to dumpster bins
Palpitating life on the street,
you never know who your going to meet
It can be lonely and  cold out there,  
some people's houses are made of brick and some of air
Some old folks wear pajamas at night and own heat  
others huddle in layered used clothing, shivering from cold
under garbage bags and ***** things;
I for one thank God every day for the roof over my head
No greater comfort, then owning a front door with a lock
and a furnace that works ;
A mattress with blankets, pillows that smell nice
Thank you God for all of that .

I remember in her eyes the color of Christmas day
and the taste of melted butter in the early morning sun
The cadence of her voice, the undertone sounds
of her silences,  it was long ago

She was a matriarchal mountain of energy back in days
when her hair was colored red and her cheeks pummeled pink
Decadent cakes for Christ's birthday accompanied by her own
we ate cake with eyes aglow

Then in the eve of midnight, we unwrapped
secrets that were handed down from family tree to family tree
prepping our dreams we slept without the know
that Christmases of future would hold no mistletoe

I remember her eyes two melting Chocolates,  
and the sound of her laughter was like rippled layers of agate.

Leave it hanging in the stars leave it round the bend
sometimes forgetfulness can be a real God send

Entrust  it to the moon above to an ocean full of Grace
velvet memories, regrets, evaporate without a trace

Live in knowledge it is safe you can trust the light ,  
relegate confide in Hope, before the end of night.  


STOP AND SMELL THE ROSES SERIES

I heard it from a good source that there ARE toilets in heaven
they are  called thrones and you must be pure to sit on one
When you do your BM it quickly turns gold, like the sun
aromatizing the sky with scent of roses at the count of seven

I heard it from a good source that there are chutes in heaven
aluminum coated tubes that deliver your innards to earth in a jiffy
you'll feel so Holy you'll want to hurry up and take a sniffy
before it all goes away, hug it,  and then count to seven

I heard it from a good source, the Angel in charge of pollution
that when Satan imposters arrive they are poked with a pin  
then as the dung falls out, it gets  neutralized with oil infusion
and sent back to that greasy devil who so loves sin  

So, if you spot a villain from hell better count until eleven
then flush twice and it will be eliminated from heaven
I heard it from a good source that Angels are savvy and smart
you can't get away with ** , for they got it down to an art.

Long ago before the High Fae before man, there was a Cauldron
They say all the magic was contained inside it since the world began  
One day it fell in the wrong hands and great horrible things were done to it
Many an object was forged but eventually it ran away heading for the hills  
It could not be destroyed, for it was made of many things, including steel
Late at night behind the mountains in the deep thick forest
the village people heard banging, clanging, and smacking
but when the morning arrived, all was quiet once again
Then one day a brave little boy went into the forest to see
The cauldron sensing the boy near stopped the thwacking right away
"Jiminy Cricket" what do we have here"  cried the boy
Cauldron spewed red lava from its top, then sirens like a cop
"not so loud" whined Jeremiah, just hold still and I will help you
then he scraped and he slashed and he pulled all night
until the cauldron was bare,  beneath the moonlight
Long ago before the dark witches of Chenwick village chanted in bold
their was a lovely Cauldron that refused to do evil, or so I was told.

Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2021

Purple bats and evil cats and strangled ghosts that laugh
jet black cloaks, snickering blokes and witches that gaff

Pumpkin grins, talking garbage bins and all that moves
Halloween rhymes and pentacle signs with evil grooves

Children running from the shadows towards the gallows
skeleton molds on scaffolds, and specters in the shallow

Phantoms and demons, bogey men with haunting looks
talisman, walking totems, demon hags with spell books

Haunted houses, mummy spouses and imps that steal  
cemetery moans and groans, stiffs that oink & squeal  

BETTER HURRY ON HOME BEFORE YOU BECOME THE NEXT MEAL
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2021

Embraced by the light I walked on
beyond the veiling door
A chasm of love deeply shone
before my eyes adore  

He raised his arms to me  
and I felt wholly free
Beneath His radiant glee

I sat on Mercy's knee until all fear was gone
and while they prayed embraced by the light, I walked on.

God is Love—I dare say. But what a mischievous devil Love is!
~Samuel Butler~ (1612–1680)



What can it be this act so grand
that one can taste it through dark skies  
and even when a baby dies
love beats inside a mother's cries

What is this love of Heroes
that when the world has gone insane
it rights the wrongs inside your brain  
and fills your soul like rain

What is this thing that we all love
that gives us breath and life
is it a tool that ends all strife
or acts of God under a knife

What can it be this word so deep
that seeps you to the bone
its LOVE alone
that  saves, then brings you home.

Nocturnal visions of the highest order welcomes you
Priestess of ancient tribes...
Cast your spell, wrap the moon with dark tinsel shawls
Open the gateways dark anime girl ,
potentize your aerial fields of resonance
enter into the dragon's shrine and use your potion
to qualm the drake keeper;
Seize your destiny as the stars seizes the night
use your wizardry to dye the sun hairs off the sun  
allow the purple bruises of evening to give you
eglantine kisses, dark as blackstrap molasses
if all else fails rock to the mellifluous rhythm
of tantric drums.  Ink your beauty on their bodies,  
morosely caress their wounds and heal them,  
Saturate them with your purple plum heart.

I stay away from the cemetery at night for that is where he lives
I call him the Demon head, and he has horns  of alabaster calcite
every time I visit my friend's grave, I always break out in hives
cuz he is always there shedding his horns, all through the night

I light my lantern and walk with a mask on in case he's hiding
bidding my time I smoke a cig or too, and wait for the daylight
he never comes around here, behind the aluminum siding  
when dawn finally arrives, I am free from his kryptonite

Dancing pumpkins, roiling breath of cadavers and body rots
deadly snakes and big fat bats that fly into cracked empty pots
Demon head with all his rotting diplomats cannot shed fear  
when it comes to the likes of him, well I stay clear.....

I stay away from cemeteries and Demon's with horns of calcite
cuz when they shed, the hives begin to itch with all their might.

White lotus of love you are always a promise  
you with your petals soft and ready to open
why do you entice me to dream like a sleuth
looking for signs everywhere, are you youth?  

Egyptian beauty of grace I remember your face
you send shivers down my spine warm as wine
this little thing we have together , pure heather
feather me with your kisses but don't go away

White lotus "I call you Hope"  show me uphill    
let me climb you, and as I rise I'll turn and spin
promise me you'll deliver me into tomorrow  
regardless of what I see I believe in you lotus

White lotus of love you are always by my side
bloom in me so I may beget your love's arride.

The greatest gift that I could give you is the gift of my long years
every shade of burgundy that wine can't sell
every shade of gold that the sun cannot display
the greatest gift that I can give you, is the gift of my years
I am October, I come once a year at your home my love, to
Caress you with shivers both warm and cool.  I am a  
Teleported month that sweeps away the summers scorch
Opening doors to pastures and rustic pleasures, plum corn
Bathed in yellow juicy grains and bites, acorns, pinecones
Environmental beauties that never exist in winter's spew;

Return to me lover as I puff over you, I am "October "
your favorite color,
silk scarves are put away mink coats are worn
summer suits placed in cedar drawers,  
I am suddenly reborn through airy branches of trees  
Feasting on your wind whipped eyes of blue
I become October every consecutive year,  
your favorite color is October, and mine is you.

Fall is the most beautiful time of the year for me, with its blushing  
Apples and fruitful trees dressed in zesty rubious healthy leaves with      
Luminous fruit hanging off its stems, like galas, granny smiths, and fuji
Leaves of multi colored sunburnt shades of yellow, gold and brown  
Inside the orchard, ladders, bushels, straw hats and farmer pant- grins  
No better place to be then underneath an Autumn tree when every    
Golden leaf shimmer-shimmies before swiveling down at  your feet    

Leaves that dance and shuffle-shake before landing in your hands    
Earthing to the ground covering you with giant leafy  dry crispy limbs  
Arrest the night, stop the moon, hold the stars, its time to listen to the      
Voices of the night, the falling leaves have their sorrowful story to tell
Ease into their season with a quiet soul.  Help them say goodbye to the  
Summer. After all it is the season of Autumn,  a time for falling leaves.

September 27, 2021

Encapsulated in a world of duty and obligation
I see no room for fantasy or imagination
no wind of September
can ever dismember
the longing I feel for illusion, fantasy and excitation

Only the stars of heaven can throw me a rope
at night when I sleep, its the only time I cope    
the moon  
is my woon  
up there in the sky its the only thing that floats like hope.

September 23, 2021

Tempering colors of magnetic reds and browns
September, you sure know how to make me turn around
enclosing me in comforting space warm as a fireplace
you make me long for firewood and campgrounds
Maple trees of yellow and honey wood leaves
you make me want to trade my frosty lips for a cinnamon kiss
down in the meadows, the woods are whispering
saying their goodbyes to La Fleurs Fe Lis
Linden wood dreams beneath a golden Autumn
the cedar gum and the cedar oils are healing balms of choice
aiming for the hills on a cool September eve  
suddenly I feel like I have found my voice;

I love you September more then words can say
I think I'm going to go jump in the leaves,
one more time,  before my last hurray !

Amidst reality of my life two single things remain
inflection of your voice and glow of your tender eyes
held safe by this memory we become transparent rain      
wild as the tidal waves of Bristol souls of no disguise    
fluid as the ocean with are open inlets giving rise  

sepia moments of a little cottage hidden in the cove
the scent of sweet cinnamon and the taste of your clove  
the cackle sound of unseasoned wood against the brick
we ****** the flavors of our passion, and called it love,  
holding on to each other, like flames on a candle wick

molten wax and liquid centers with all I hold so dear  
when the moon comes into view the stars turn into glass
willful moments arching as tender reeds adhere      
we spiral down the staircase, of God's Mandir  
we find the miracle of us, and know that it will last  


caught between two soft spots we are cloaked in silk
like two lovers in heaven or two lonesome sacred elks
amidst the reality of my life, two single things remain
the taste of a kiss and the place from whence we came
you my first love, were always right as rain.

August 27, 2021