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110 · Sep 2020
Eclipse Of The Heart
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qrgU23IkC9w

Quoting: Veritia Venandi  "Eternal light shines through darkest eclipse "

When the heart breaks down and darkness wraps the soul
like a shawl made of wool with web like little aching holes
We long for the break of dawn to arrive and for stars to leave behind
their itsy bitsy spark of light
When we have been devoured by deception
lied and left to be discarded ,
the only thing that blesses is the morning
with her absolvent light ;
For what crime does a heart do when all it does is love
to the point of no return,  
what heart can stand the test of time once cracked in two?
It needs the tenacity of eternal light,  
even through the darkest of eclipse,
it needs a fighting chance, to cleave the night.
109 · Aug 21
Echoes Of His Love
Universal secrets hidden in the palm of His hand
how can we pry our hearts open to receive the gems
that He has manifested for us !  
Sacred topaz for wisdom and longevity
Sacred sapphire for honor and immortality
What is the name of Love and how can we receive it,  
when it comes our way through the echoes of His love.
109 · Nov 2023
The Grandeur Of Fall
Majestic mornings gleamed from heaven's gate
the world is yours my friend so seize the day
When Autumn's soup Terinne of soft agate
turns Bisqued and fired, do not look away

Take in the splendor of His Pryrite sun  
and when the till is done take time to pray
Give Grace the upper hand and never run
enjoy each day for nothing gold can stay

Equinox of beauty learn to say goodnight
to vernal echoes of your blessed youth  
Help your next of kin share your liquid light
when shorter days arrive don't be uncouth

Be as smooth as an Autumn sunset, glow
for life is too short, and you never know.
108 · Apr 2021
Its My Birthday Everyday
Its my birthday every day just because I awoke to see another day
a new breath an extra hour beneath my belt, I am God's living ray
Defying all odds I am still here stumping the experts with my drill  
dancing in the sunlight like a dervish mendicant ascetic, no pills;
I remember being six and blowing out the candles on my frosty cake
mamma asked me sweetly to make a wish before the first snowflake
I wished to live forever so I could find the secret of a well lit firefly
and summer after summer I watched them as they lit up the sky
It is my birthday today, every hour succinct to the next I like it this way
twirling like a wild baton in a parade I bang my drum and I sing all day
A new breath an extra hour beneath my belt, I am God's special girl
a Mystic soul that refuses to lay down and die, while the stars unfurl
I'll lay on the freshly mowed lawn and watch the stars shine from on high,  
while I recall mamma's birthday cake and the fireflies that once lit up the sky.
106 · Oct 2020
LOVE IS MAGIC
Love, epitomic incarnation of life
a holding of the heart with warm intent
a gust of wind between husband and wife
love, the only thing with rights to amend  
Communion with it and you will always
drink from the reservoir of its success
A look, a kiss, a touch, an honest gaze
and suddenly your sheltered in  its bless
Love, the interlocking mesh of two  souls
a generosity that keeps our hearts alive
a gathering of the heart that has one goal
if partnered in two, it will always thrive
Love, its the only thing without a doubt,  
that can claim you, then turn you inside out.
104 · Oct 23
My Imaginary Friends
Of them I have a few and I will admit this only to you
they are not from here and they are very, very blue
These little one foot creatures are from outer space
they are well behaved and have the cutest face.
I named one Volcano because of his cyborg strength,  
though he talks in monosyllables he also talks at length !
Then there is Jukebox, he loves to sing at night
he can hit an octave but he isn't very bright.
Out of all my little friends my favorite one is Hue,  
he's a Venutian little chatterbox and he isn't all that blue
He smiles so much that it gives him gas,
but I like him cuz he always makes me laugh,
and knows just what to do.

Copyright © Mystic Rose 2024
104 · Dec 2021
White Snow
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
Travel with me and enter
into the flower carpeted mountain meadows
of my youth;  
Lose yourself  in the wild beauty which resides within  
God's tinted skies of yellow and vermouth.
Vested memories held captive by eidetic moments,  
"Oh blessed beating heart, "
enter the flowered thoughts of a poet's nest, delve into the  
sanctuary of God's Grace,
for it is here that you belong.  
Seen through the eyes, felt with the heart
ensconced with a soul your free to roam,
inside roads less traveled, where timeless voices
are heard, through the echoes of all time.

You belong to the One who has given you,
both shape and creed.
103 · Dec 2020
A Snowman Named Chum
TUBULAR AND JOLLY HE SAT IN THE SNOW
HIS EYES MADE OF BLACK BUTTONS AND GLOW
ENERGETICALLY MADE, BY THE HANDS OF A CHILD

"What a wonderful morning to build me a chum "
said the child as he picked, packed and put with his might
He poked in a carrot then packed it real tight  
but spoke not a word as he stood there, chalk white
He showed him two tonsils, one tongue and some teeth
all he got was a grin and a stare, " call me Pete "
Crunch, crunch went the boots, they were all in cahoot
if you hear me Chum please give a hoot !
It was an owl by far who heeded his call
white as pure snow but not quite so tall;

Rollaway days made for children at play
It was Christmas and oh, it had to be done  
inclining an ear he said, ''be a good chum ''
then he turned up grin and sang with a hum.
103 · Jul 2021
The Ocean Waltz
It begins with the first breeze of morning across the sea shore
phonographic moments from early rising seagulls, arriving
at the edge of dawn, soaring into the blueness above
Initiating the steps to a beautiful day break the shore awakens,  
with a harmony of sounds, orchestrated to perfection by nature;
Footsteps in the sand
salted lips and hands
wet feet digging deep
while others are still asleep
Front view seat on the cool cool spot, there she sits and waits for him  
a wild chestnut horse with pony box hooves, running swift as the wind
She named him Red Beauty for the flecks of his eyes are rubies of light
in the slow rising sun.
He trots nigh away
but here she will stay
til' the sun burns inside
all the tears she has cried

It all starts with a dream, at the edge of the shore
with a girl and a horse racing right through the door
all the while the wind chimes, as the sea shells incline  
at the end of the day she goes home, just in time.
The candles are extinguished today and the crucifix covered in black
for the One whos life was once bludgeoned with ignorance and greed
As He readied for heaven, he took each heavy Pontus whack
for sake of a world that could not accept nor believe, His Holy Creed

Some repented while others shouted profanities and ignored His tears
as He carried the Cross towards His final resting place, He slowly wept  
the sky, grueling  dark unbending, did not shed the rain nor smear  
while His laced up sandals  walked the sand without God's intercept
  
"But If I, With The Finger Of God," He once implied before he died  
but this was not to be, for the Son of God belonged to man's transfix  
He walked through throngs and herds as he closed the great divide  
they watched, as clustered  Halos grew around His bloodied Crucifix

But If I, With The Finger Of God could wipe away His pain
be more then just a writer recalling His death with ink and quill
The world would be changed as I know it, and He would Reign  
Yes He is the One who died but also, the One they could not ****.
102 · Jul 2021
The Secret Of Rebirth
Propellent syndromes rotating with energetic drum
the winds of time begin to churn your soul begins to hum;  
Through the portal of time you go regressing, progressing
forever moving forwards, you are a tiny little string;  
Dangling at the edge of time, waiting for the big rebirth
with the sun, moon and stars hung around your girth,  
you slowly decline at the doorway of heaven's nook
and enter mothers womb as she delivers you with shook;
Ferris wheel cries cracking the silence of dusks headdress
the dawn is a blush of bruises but the eyes, oh!  the eyes
they are two luminous stars of love, here is no surprise
the old soul has done it again, thundering back in, mortal
as you once were.  Immune to taste, sight, and smell,  
a propelling syndrome rotating with energetic drum,  
the winds of time has brought you back, now hum.

June 7, 2021
102 · Oct 2021
Cemetery Moans And Groans
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
102 · Feb 2021
Crystal Blue Thoughts
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H82CTxGn_pw

Crystal blue thoughts meticulously woven inside
colorful banners of love,  Hidden in every crease
of our souls the longing for peace and unity ..
Gather your courage my people and be strong
for as the waters of life anoint, so does the Holy
One.   (breathe)
When one prays one is never parched and never in
need for much. Breathe in the beauty of the mountains
and the beauty of the sea. Listen with your heart
and you will hear the song of freedom closing near .
Scented incense at the edge of a window, smoking
through mirrored glass, the true image of the self.
(breathe)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ENGCH7i1vPY


h solitary moon how brightly you shine in the quiet interlude of night
magically appearing onto the waters, at the edge of the  globe as you heal.  
The peaceful frequency of your bright lunar light shimmers reflecting onto  
the waters below.  Ripples of calm across the sea, here to mesmerize me;
Pulsing vibrations of the most ethereal kind helping me to unwind beneath
the stars of heaven.  (B)
Oh luminescent moon how splendid you are inside a sky of ebony and stars
picturesque and beautiful as a work of art, you are the cadence of beauty;
Moon flowers bloom from every corner of my mind as I watch you softly
appear over the new horizon. All my hopes and dreams are floating  towards
your moonlit beams.  (b)
Oh dear half moon, your crescent  smile cradles my heart and reminds me
how precious Gods hands were,  the day He made a jewel such as you.  
You keep us peaceful and content to watch , as you glow your light upon
the earth and you keep us wishing for sacred spaces . (B)
Oh solitary moon how brightly you shine, you are the most divine of God's
lanterns in the sky.  Were I to travel into your celestial temple I would fold
my hands just so, and mimic your purent after glow.
Thank you moon for shining down on me tonight, and thank you for allowing
me a glimpse of eternity.
101 · Jun 19
Shape Shifting Soul
"Here I am in human form but it was not always quite so
earth is not the only planet I’ve been to
through past life regressions, I definitely know"


I can hear the chiming of my soul at large
ding **** clang it goes all night and day
Cinderella in a pumpkin carriage
no glass slipper in this lifetime's array

I can feel the earth beneath my bare feet
it is the foundation of my courseted life
bound by body but not by soul design
I can shapeshift and loosen all my strife

I am made of flesh and bone but spirit too
so when it comes to lifetimes I can have a few
this outer casing one day I will surely lose
as I recall the moves of my everchanging pews

I am zealous and devout carrying much clout,  
but when I shapeshift, I always find another route.
101 · Sep 2020
A Love That Is True
am I made of glass or not I  see no reflection
am I solid like the flower or just mere reflection

does my scent cling onto him each time I disappear
does my spirit glow, like the star's liquid reflection

what avenue should I take to get to his garden nook
what cupid will light my path as I trail his reflection

will I be bodacious and brave enough for his heart    
will I find his looking glass of twosome reflection

am I made of glass or not this remains to be seen
am I the cognate of his chamber's light reflection  

forfeit not love for sake of lust, mirror on the wall    
forfeit him not nor what you see in his reflection  

transparent as pixie dust and never made of glass  
transparent as the moonlight in his eye's reflection.

September 1, 2020
101 · Oct 2023
Immanent Yet Transcendent
Immanent, at the heart of blood of the One who made    
Me, I am part of the great I am, the flesh and bone of His  
Magnificent creation.  As concrete as the firmament of earth,  
And as solid as the moon and stars that exist in the sky.  
Nascent as the first rose of summer and first newborn child
Every fiber of my body is connected with tissue and brain.  
New to this interplanetary home I often exist alone,  
Transcending the overpass of life sometimes, go beyond.  
Yet the lessons I have learned in this lifetime have been slow
Eager to experience the comforting light of the au de la,  
To a higher order I have entrusted my journey towards home.
Transcending time and space I fly towards the Universal hub of
Reincarnation, checking my Akashic records and knowing that my
Algorithms have been installed in me long before I was born.
No greater joy on earth than moving upward and beyond, in a  
Sacred manner.  I breathe in, hold my breath, then breathe out  
Climbing up the invisible ladder of spiritual success and  
Enlightenment. All of His philosophical teachings given through    
Nacre moments of pure intent.  Like the Mother of Pearl when the
Dharma wheel turns I follow its winding path, without push I  
Ease into the shift and become one with the Omnipotent Light.
Nascent as the first rose of summer, a first newborn child,
Trusting I will be well received, on the other side....

Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2023
101 · Aug 2020
Serenity Awakened
Quote:  Lend me your fire bring me your wings,  
surround me and make me feel like I'm standing
on higher ground

Autumn scents, woodsy bark, frissons and joy
me a September baby, at your employ
Send me out into the fields to gather armloads of apples
then teach me how to jump in the leaves and grapple
In the gloaming of nightfall bring your harvest o'er to me
that I may fill my dreams with color , bright and plenty
gourds, sunflowers, pumpkins and pinecone drops
let me lose myself in your golden crops
awaken me like a sweet camellia,
be my splendor-Autumn of serenity.
Longing for the flowers that adorn my garden patch
I open wide the door that I imagine sits unlatched
Inside this magic land of mine, I'm longing to explore
every dainty blossom bud arranged with sweet adore
Une belle epoque, ..."a period of high artistic view"
each boutonnieres a whisper of, " and how are you ?"
Abiding in the charms of my annual florets,
I sit and take to wonder, how it is that we first met
It was Maytime and the sun was oh ! bran new
yes we were enamoured and we stuck like crazy glue
Two petals sharing one flower, we clung like poetry
leaning on each other sharing secrets, drinking tea
Oh but that was long ago, when love was all we knew
two flowers growing wild aside some gentle feverfews
Steadfast as the sun and moon we were back then
as I sit here in my garden for the life of me,
I cannot remember, when ?
99 · May 2
Divine Magnetism
Quote by Author: Each one of us owns a spark of the Infinite,
and since the soul is imperishable, we can go on forever !  

Every thought and every action causes a reaction  
and since your life is a magnetic field
your energies are the catalysts for creation and devotion.  

If you are kind, sincere,  accepting and possess self control
then you will attract positivity in your life.  
Your positive behavior and rightful speech is a reflection
of your soul's power and  its infinite ability for goodness.  
You are most capable of affecting others with authentic
karmic genuity,
if you live everday with purpose, and benevolent intention.
99 · Jan 2021
UNITY
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uFptuNBp_I0&t=96s


This Oracle serves as a bridge between worlds
helping you deepen your spiritual connections
and awaken your soul to a higher vibration *
United like two tipping stars you and Unity,  
create an overpass to successful connection  
This oracle is your sweet chariot of molten gold
it will protect your inner being and deliver you
to the bridgeable sights of an intuitive intellect
Unity can transport you over linked thoughts
and help you decipher the true nature of self
Unity was born out of a need to feel undivided
with ourselves, others, most of all our Creator
He blessed us with the same abilities of those of
yonder, when the star of Bethlehem shone on us
it delivered Unity, to our enlightened counterparts.
99 · Sep 2023
Lily Of Love
His hand slipped inside hers and suddenly it was
as if the world learned how to breathe again
Perhaps it was the cadence of the blessed moon
sweeping away all the harsh lights of yesterday
Perhaps it was the way his eyes slanted sideways
as if to say, "there you are"
Anointing her wounds with Spikenard moments
of Grace, the room lit up like a roman candle
burning bright and fervent;
His Sacred Heart revered her shattered soul
and she turned into His Lily of love,
weaved by gold threads that were spun from Angels above.
There, bathed in the Holiest of Silence she became whole again
Walking towards Him unafraid, barefoot and wholesome,
as the day she was conceived.
99 · Mar 31
Veiled
Quote by: Michael Bassey Johnson
“Beyond the veil lies what our eyes cannot see, skin cannot feel and consciousness cannot absorb.”

A parting thought in the middle of ordinary time
flesh wants to stay but the heart wants to soar  
inside a broken temple the intervals of misery persist,  
and so she flies into a world, untouchable as the dawn;  
She is a castaway in  a land far away  
a daydreamer disentangled from the rip tide of reality  
a torn vessel gliding through a shroud, most High.
Forty cubits long and twenty cubits wide
she fits in the palm of His hand, like a small Jesus.  
It takes three hundred Sacred Angels
to appease her ear-shattering cries  
Each time she flies here to this place,
her wistful sadness disappears.

This is a place where  all good girls go to die  
where the agatat sound of a tearing veil
and the arcanum whisper of God prevails,
a place where a child is heard and paried, in love.
The Silence Of A Rainbow






Have you ever heard the clish closh swosh
of a silent rainbow as it curves and arches
or found the echo of its reflection by a child's galosh
guess not, neither have I, as rain the marches
the rainbow never says a word
no, it never says a word....
98 · Mar 2021
Springtime Jewels
A rose bud of beauty appears on the scene scented full of essence
two cellophane wings clinging to the petals of a sweetie floret
life becomes new again as spring resurges with sunlit liquescence
Springtime jewels enhanced by the blaze of a  salubrious ray  
glitters of the morning placing us among the living once again    
acquiescent rebirth, we can finally envision a beautiful day
Baseball fields, cracking bats and whooping laughter glances  
children playing in fields of flowers restored, revived, alive  
park bench kisses,  moonlit walks and balcony romances    
Soon the days will seem much longer, as we stroll delightful
wildlife will re-echo her song, and we'll feel  powerful ,
once again.
98 · Apr 26
Love Is Evergreen
Love is a breath of fresh air in the park, a sapling inhaling sunshine
Open your heart to it and it will surely make you feel wonderful    
Veer towards it and it will take you through the dance of life
Each and every one of us is capable of such, just don't ask too much

Icebergs melt at the sight of it, so do icecaps in Love's Hemisphere
Scintillating emotions bubble up when it draws close, so enjoy it !

Eager to please love is always on the roll cruising right past go
Veer towards it and it will take you through the dance of life
Eye candy it is not, its much more than that, its enduring and strong
Regard it with great passion and zeal, for it is something you can't steal
Grow with it and know that when its true love, it never dies, like the    
Rose, even when the petals fall away, the memory of its scent remains  
Enameled in your heart forever and a day, Love is like the evergreen tree
Enlisted in nature's plea, it is always well taken care of, by the devotee  
Night never closes in on it without a sweet goodnight, love oh love, it is !
Quote by author: If love had a thousand faces, they would all look like yours
Your visage is what I'd seek first in my lost and found, box.  

I'd feel for the corners of my box, with nimble fingers
eyes closed I'd  brail  the contours of your missing face
like a schoolchild pining for a spark of self esteem, I'd linger
on words last spoken, before you faded out of place

If love had a thousand faces I'd see only yours for all eternity
lost in a sea of despair, I'd search for you far and wide
like a mother craving for a child's return, I'd scour the city
rummaging the streets, look in all the places you could hide

If love had a thousand faces I would never look for anything new,    
I'd take delight in the likes of you and only you.
96 · Dec 2020
Nostalgia
Nostalgia is a longing for a person or a place that evokes happy memories.  Its an  
Oasis for the soul that harbors in the center of our hearts and draws us back to the
Safe haven of our most sacred places.  It contains the pull of an all familiar feeling;        
Territorial as a tug boat in the sea  it has the ability to transport us without notice
Across the miles of our present, into the deep abyss of our past.  It is often said that
Love is always remembered by the way it made us feel, and places by their scent;  
Granny's peppermint candies and mother's garlic sauce, are two precious memoirs    
I often go back to my first teachers  and lose myself in recollection of home. It was  
An era of youthful abandon.  Golden days full of spirited living and so much love.
96 · Nov 2021
Before The End Of Night
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
95 · Apr 2021
We Will Be Saved
When we are done lingering in this world of ours
we'll walk  up the road to that place of sanction
where the ocean will meet our bloom with a smile  
bringing thoughts of sisterhood and brother time  
We will link arm to arm and glide onto the shore
rolling small pebbles in the palm of our hands
Sandy dreams of health will not elude us nor be hazy    
in this world of sound life, like velvet to our ears
We will run and not perish nor ever be lonely or crave
in this world that once launched rocket ships to stars ;
We will now send our hearts to the moon,  
and all of this for the sake of love, yes its coming soon
the day of reckoning is over, the elements of truth are clear  
we will be saved, as health and prosperity draws near.
And so be it, says the last Namaste  
Your Mystic Rose :)
95 · Nov 2021
Rippled Layers Of Agate
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.
94 · Jun 2021
The Shape Of Water
At the font of her own misery she wept silently
beneath a parapet sky of midnight blue  
Silver stars enmeshed and softened the water
as she drew closer to the only venue of comfort
she knew, ...
Amongst the conference of moon's effulgence
lay a quiet angel listening
to the in and outs, of a sweet girl's breath
A pear shaped tear fell on her pillowed cheek
not a spark from the heavens could rouse her
not a single whisper from Jala could end
the sorrow that threatened to engulf her being ;
At the brink of disaster a healing hand reached out
softer then the caress of the breeze
gentler then the brush of wings
As she stood beneath the silver stars eyes glistening,  
she found the edge line of the water then giving it
once last glance, she turned around then jumped..
Quote by : James Russell Lowell
All God's Angels Come To Us Disguised


A glimpse of light beyond the sea
soft gentle winds upon the shore
a whispered secret I can't see
you are the angel, I adore
a breath away from your influx
I enter in and you restore
concealed beyond earth's parallax
you are the angel, I adore
Archangel of God's Paragon
protector of the rich and poor
you come to serve as you bring calm
you are the angel, I adore
A glimpse of light beyond the sea,
you are the angel, I adore.

Written by: Vienna Bombardieri
aka Mystic Rose
94 · Jan 29
Stars Of Night
The art was most masterful on the dark canvas

Within the thick of night his hand was full of sweep  
beneath the Muskan moon the artist quivered not
Etching silver dollar stars the artist took a leap
as he painted up the sky with orbs of sparkling dots

Celestial objects bright as light, a candle spark
moonlight, starlight, airglow, all a  work of art
Applying white on black creating a celestial ark
he mastered in the light with darkness off the chart  

Tinted colorants of amber midnight grains of gold  
every brushstroke took him, to a journey home
Van Gogh signatures and visions stories yet untold  
all night long he painted, from a sonic neo zone  

Light to dark, with different distinction
he played shadows with God's bric a brac  
Twas' a Masterpiece of fact and fiction
Oh !   He really had the knack !
Quote by: Tom Woody

Every sunset closes the door on a day of pain and sorrow. And each sunrise opens a window to a fresh, new start. What will you do with yours?

A sunrise yawns and suddenly I'm born again, to hope and joy
within the windows of my soul a shutter opens and I slide
glad that the sunset has blanketed my body with marrows of dark

From blush of night to pink of day, I dance upon God's open sky
enclosed inside a heaven where even Angels sigh
happy to be part of a Universe I sit enfolded tween' the stars

Surrounded by God's love it matters not the time of day or night
as I shift from dark to light with eyes wide open true
I know that Mother Earth will open wide her arms to me and you

A chasmal moment of grace appears on the horizon to break the morn
encircled by flowers, trees and rivers, I know that life is good
no matter how many hours night throws at me feet
no matter how much pain or sorrow I feel, I will never be defeated.
Poem by: Mystic Rose
92 · Sep 2020
Thank You For Loving Me
Within the sparkle of the sun the music of your eyes
and on your scented pillow a sudden flash of truth    
"we can reach the other side"
Silken kisses that slide inside my heart
full of memory ray  
Whispered secrets that make no sense
innocence of one lovely afternoon
what better way to spend our three o'clock
then wrapped inside each other's gauze, ;
emotionally in love like the first day we met
we sparkle like the sun, matching each others smile  
More brilliant then a thousand watts
More jubilant then seventh heaven
More blessed then angels at the archery of God
we are, ... thank you  !
Some Cinderella's end up with glass slippers
others inherit breakable petals inside a rose heart
When duty calls most of them query to unanswered prayer
it is no wonder with time, they all become dragon slayers

Some sweep ashes and clean rugs until the day they die
others come to realize they matter and slowly begin to fly
Stage coach dreams bull-whackers and conductors
if they don't break out soon, they will need a doctor

Evil step mothers and brutal step fathers
they all turn out to be dutiful good daughters
some Cinderella's get to go to the ball
some, well they never leave home at all
91 · Aug 11
Seijaku
Lighting the candle she then raises the veil and reveals
to her inner self, the most candid reflection of she ;

Her innate behavior
turns her into a experienced Mantra Queen !
Wrapping her body with calm from within  
she learns the exquisite science of a soft caress.
With subtle gentle intent she lands on a hillock
of freshened breath.
Inhaling exhaling with each acquired breath
the fibrous moments of her sedentary life turn into  
a journey of healing and blessed quietude.
Each tellurian thought disperses into beauty rest,  
Namu Myoho Renge Kyo   "Glory to the Dharma of the Lotus Sutra"
One breath turns into another as she enters
Wakayama, "the treasure trove of untouched nature"
She closes her eyes and enters the Japanese garden of her dreams
the one that persists on appearing behind closed eyelids
long after the trespass of yesterday's travail.
Blowing out the candle, she sits in the dark
listening to a long mahogany silence.
There is a light at the window and it beckons her
so she follows the trail to the garden like a blind woman
being solely led by the scent of Sakura, on a warm gauzy night.
Her Yukata kimono ***** in the wind as she enters this seasonal March
Lost in a paradise of cherry blossoms,
in a Seijaku moment that begs to be treasured.
Here beyond reality,
she experiences devotedly through her Yata mirror,  
all that is to be assimilated
with reverential catalyst mystique.

The End.
91 · Jul 2020
Song Of Ocarina
Oh sweet, sweet, dance of summer you are here at last
yes I would like to climb to the top of your  hill
There you can tell me more about the breeze that flies me free
for I am old enough to love your steps and young enough to try
Oh sweet, sweet, dance of summer you are here at last;
Bring me your charms and all your steps, I am ready to advance  
pushing forward like the flower, bathing in the orange sun
I am on the summit of your summer ,
ready to  graze the verdant hills of my life , once more  ;
Far in the distance I hear the song of Ocarina,  
and I watch as  he plays the golden flute;  
Softly and keenly the spirit follows the groove of his tune
while the sun rises freely,  o'er the mountain until noon
Oh sweet, sweet, dance of summer you are here at last
give me the song of Ocarina, so I can dance on your festoon.

Written by: Mystic Rose
90 · Feb 22
The White Madonna
She walked down the isle in an eburnean dress
looking like a beautiful Madonna I must confess
her hair long as Rapunzel was braided in a tress
she walked and she talked like a Royal Empress

I sat there in a wooden pew solitary as a mouse
admiring her stature, she was marrying a louse
but money is what she needed, and a big house
I was no more than a little poor hungry grouse

Abask in the infusion of her sun I was her host
lost inside an old church, just like the Holy Ghost
the preacher began to talk and I hid behind a post
counting my losses feeling small, and very lost...

She swayed, turning two lustrous eyes my way
waiting for me to speak, what I couldn't say
poor as a church mouse all I could say is nay
then she said no, and that really made my day.
90 · Jan 2021
The Intergalactic Journey
Star collector probe on the march inside a residuary marsh,  
a signage in big blue neon letters blare " Stuckey's Place"
time to have a snack.   I unwrap the cellophane "Elmer's paste pies"
I think that the foreign speaking Alien in the air stream
is none else then my friend Quoth,  interstelling with
foreign intelligence of the fourth order...
I take a bite of the pastry, its to boot. I can tell from the grin on his face
that although he's travelled gojillion miles to run away from earth,  
he is happy to be here, using his baking skills on a waterlogged planet of choice !
A non-binary service robot winks at me and offers me a palette full of
little brown shroomy things that once were, you got it ,
fungi mushrooms from earth ;
"Frazusoosh" says a tetronic voice that reminds me of my computer
when its burping out a virus;
I try and call for help but my cel goes AWOL. I hear DING **** BLEEP
"Drack's *****!  I'm stuck here for all eternity" I say to Quoth. He shrugs,
"There are worse places to be ! This Puny planet has obnoxious fumes
that corrode my chromium tail, but its not so bad. Here I can bake
magic fractal mushrooms and all"
"Oh for the love of God Quoth, your human, get it, HUMAN !"

tHE eND.
90 · Mar 2021
Silver Threads
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oLCHXfkGOIw

Perhaps if we were to take apart grief as we unravel life  
one single moment unstitched pulled out of time
we'd begin to see that death is only a silent passage
and we need not bear the loss alone,    
The memories of our coverlet years of love
will drive us home *  
Perchance, mayhap, we can take it by the hand like a seer,  
"we were born to exist and disappear"  said the Mysticeer  
and I for one believe that death is the encoding of life;  
The silver threads of Mercy are weaved inside God's blanket
big enough to warm each widow, grieving parent, and child
As long as we love well, while we are still here,  
death cannot take away our loved ones, nor their time on earth.

In Love And Light, Your Mystic Rose
90 · Jul 20
Metamorphosis
Blessings from above* Transformed lust to love* Delusion to illumination* Earth-heaven bilocation
                             

Heavenly Manna poured into our hearts like fine husked wheat
He makes sure we are always well fed and have enough to eat

Transforming lust to love, the pliable body learns with time
that the best kind of love is love agape, always close Divine

From false beliefs comes delusion, from delusion comes lies
only God can remove our blinders and open wide our eyes  

Earth to heaven, as we stand outside ourselves we enter into ecstasy
propelling the soul forward and negating all things that lead to heresy.
90 · Dec 2020
My Heart Is Red
Visions of belonging held fast inside my heart
I want to be accepted for who I am my Lord
but all they see is a he she, and a shifty ****  
even in the days of old, only men wore swords
time has changed but not re-arranged their ways
yesterday appearing same, a cornucopia of straight
today we have the trans, lesbians, gays
and those serving up, fear and utter hate
I love the feel of lingerie God, so why can't I ?
my heart is red like theirs, it pumps, it hurts
I shed so many tears I've forgotten how to cry  
can you love me just like this, without revert?
Sitting on this pew I've come to realize all I do is flee
and although your son was crucified at thirty three  
I'm still here Father, .. you made me like I am  
my heart is red like theirs, I suffer when I can't be me.
90 · Aug 25
Spiritual Revival
Reset your body with the affirmative motion
of your awakened senses dear child
Invigorate your soul and proclaim your life
through the middle way and let the self
assimilate with the oneness of it all.
Lose yourself in the timelessness of essential
both in heaven and on earth,
renewal is key element to Spiritual Revival.
89 · Feb 7
Cupid Falls In Love
He ran around shooting unsuspecting souls with his golden tip arrows
and one perfectly bent, Port Orford Cedar bow. Wearing nothing
but a diaper and a silly grin he aimed, shut one eye then Wham!
love is dapper               always a gentleman                     respectively yours
He studied at the Rose City Archery where all smart Cupids go for  
an Education on falling in love!  What he wasn't expecting was some
day he would fall for a crazy red head who was a Pixie in disguise.
he leveled the arrow               it ricocheted back                   to his heart
She baked him cinnamon hearts both spicy and hot to the taste.  Then she
took him to a magical place where every day felt like Valentine's day.
It wasn't long before a winged infant carrying a bow and a quiver of
arrows  bounced up and down on Cupid's knee.
I'm a Cupid                             he said, to his daddy           with Pixie Ma, Whoo-ee
89 · Jun 5
INSIDE A SUMMER DREAM
Locked inside a summer dream that never ends
I am a breathing tree, a pushing flower, a seedling
Hemmed in by a sun that shines and never spends,
I am a rose in a garden, filled with mystical healing

Enfolded in the hour I am a sunny season of joy
laughing, giggling, scintillating, playing with the wind
Concealed with beauty that never ends nor deploys
I am June, July and August, rushing in without rescind

Immersed in the scent of sweet mulched fruits
I am an apple in the orchard of crimson cherry red
****** in heat I dip into pacific waters find my route
I am all the things you can imagine in your head

Locked inside a summer dream that never ends,  
I am hemmed by a sun that shines and never spends .
89 · Aug 2023
All A Girl Really Wants
"All a man really wants, is a girl who looks good in a bikini." - Jack Freestone

All a girl wants is a man who looks amazing in a tiny suit
one that will make her heart race when he flexes his glutes
one who comes charging down the beach on a white horse
and swoops her in his big strong arms, without any force

All a girl wants is a good looking man with a **** strutt
with crazy thunder thighs and trunks that plunge n' cut
one that will place tanning lotion all over her warm body
and make her purr like a kitten after drinking hot toddy

All a girl wants is a swimsuit God who is named Bolt Upright
it has to fit him almost right,... but just a wee bit tight
one who can save her if she's about to drown at sea
and give her mouth to mouth on bended knee.  

"All a girl really wants, is a man who looks good in a bikini" - Yummy !
89 · Jul 2021
My Fathers House
It had been years since he had last seen his dad, when he lost his job,
he hardly came home.    
After many missed birthdays and graduations, he gave up on the notion of a real dad...
Years later, he found him living under a bridge, on a makeshift bed.  
He ate off a cardboard table held together by rocks and twine.  Stored his empty bottles in an old beat up cooler, filled with stale pizza.  They had words that day and he vowed to never return.  As far as he was concerned, his dad was dead...

One day he got a phone call from a nursing home saying his dad was in their care.  
He had requested a visit from him, would he please come.  He had expected many things on that day, but a clean dad with combed hair, was not one of them.
They shared a hot coffee and donut while sitting at a table.  They spoke for hours.

He asked his son to wheel him to the dresser. He gave him a card with a big blue balloon on it and a circus clown.  "Whatever happened to that little boy?"  he asked him through his tears.  
"I don't know dad, I guess he grew up" while you were elsewhere .
That night for the first time in years he slept in a dry bed with a real blanket and, a door.

Somethings he learned to live without , some things he plain threw out,
but the memory of his son's smile, that he never forgot.  " Its oka dad,
it flew up in heaven to be with mom " was his five year old reply.  
He once had a child and he abandoned him, just like a circus clown.

July 26, 2021
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