https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QRPpyZaZd6Y

May you be illuminated by your intellect and lead along the path of righteousness
may you be lifted up, a lantern onto the heavens with spherical love and compassion
Light, shall be cast upon your path as you walk towards life with heart wide open...
Energy rays of warm will reach your solitary state of mind and infuse you with joy
creating in you the diamond halo of eternal life...
Come journey through your thoughts and quiet the still of your voice.  Inside of you
chains are being loosed.  You are being freed from every illusion and pre-concept.
May the Universal Mother embrace you and bless you her waters of anoint  
and bring you to the font of healing, as you shine and live.  
Only you own the key to your inner Kingdom, only you can open the
time belt of knowledge.  Allow your sacral energy and color to vibrate and change
until its a lovely shade of sapphire blue. Pierce the veil of confusion, enter into communion with your clear self.   A world of magic awaits, reconstruct the
way you perceive things.  Do not be afraid of change, you have the effulgent
beams of stars and moon at your side. They will show you how light your travel
can be, allow them to take you gently home.
May the benefactor of your body, mind and soul, infuse you with Hope, as you
walk through this valley called earth. You have been given the knowledge of
true self, so drop your false illusions and climb up the ladder of contentment.
Thank you for listening , this is Mystic Rose ,  until we meet again, Be Well.

I may be just a hat but from way up here I can see
that she has her clothes hung up like little soldiers
ready for service at the drop of a hat
As I tilt my linen peonies and squint in her closet
I see a mish mash of flowery designs and I cringe
She shops at the thrifty store down the road
and I can see she favors cotton for it can breathe easy
and her favorite colors are blue and sea green.
The scent of her peppermint halo clings to her clothes
like a tight fitting slip, that I know she doesn't wear.
So many shrugs and so many t shirts, oh my oh my !
The one think I have noticed from my privileged point of view  
it that she owns no black. She thinks its for funerals,
so she opts for vibrant colors and her favorite, is red.
I know I am being biased because I'm her favorite hat
and happen to be red but I must admit she wears me well !
Love it when she picks me up and places me on her head,
like I were the cat's meow.  When she faces the mirror
and says, " When I wear you hat, I feel like I'm being me"
a peel of her laughter follows.  Each time she tilts me up
towards the sun I must agree, she is who she says she is,
a free spirit who loves life, to the fullest.

Let us stretch our stillness with a moment of meditation
reach our true potential, by calming the mind's  queries
Find a place where you belong and build your cradle
into the creases of time , rock forward into motion;
Send the noises over to the other side of the room
then invite silence in to soak your senses for a while
Place your instinct in the doorway of procreation
and leave your beliefs ajar, there is always a maybe?
When we think that life has closed its passage on us
we are mistaken, it is only gearing us to higher ground
to a better place where we can discover hidden strength  
Hear the song of the heart it is  yours all yours my dear
Stretch your stillness beyond your imagination and
find a concrete thought that will tell you the truth
you are not alone, you live in communion with others
here on earth, and in heaven, both contain,  YOU !

It's a soup that's made to order never from a store  
A little bouillon treat that's filled with herbs galore
Not the kind you get from packets, no not that kind !
with itty bitty chicken bits it has onions you can find.
I start with chicken base then add a clove of garlic,  
turmeric and salt with a dash of home made magic.
I simmer for an hour while the veggies steam & swim,  
singing in a playful voice,   "a little blessed hymn".    
I start with a clean counter then tuck my hair right in  
wearing pinafore of white, with little ducks that swim    
I stew it then I stir it, with a large wooden spoon
telling funny stories to a soup that cooks til' noon
Made with love and kindness, it really hits the spot,    
I cook it just like mama did, when I was just a tot.
It's a soup that's made to order, never from a store,    
this little bouillon treat is filled with herbs galore.

Enjoy !

Om Bhoor Bhuwah swaha, Tat Savitur Varenyam, Bhargo Devasya Dheemahi, Dhiyo Yo Naha Prachodayat."
May the Almighty God illuminate our intellect to lead us along the righteous path

In the stillness of the night a sparrow sleeps wings closed
whispering to the moon secrets heldfast at sorrows door
chasms of fear in the bottom of my bottomless pit, I pray
that morning will come to break the stars for sake of sun

In calmness of this stillborn eve I wait for freeze and wind
trampling of wild animals in my forest glen will not rescind
until the break of day arrives to feather alleys of the dark
I will soar with creatures in the ticket of a charcoal night  

Moon secrets held fast at Mystic's door of Grace I embrace
the blackboard dove of light that knows to crow a magic spell
my gown of stygian silk is tangled in the stars that shine out  
and I am willing it to sweep the dark for sake of blessed light.

We no longer move in normal ways    
and all this because of Covid 19  
I no longer watch the news these days
Each day I pray for a simple cure
but as the numbers climb I realize
prayer is the only way to procure
Time lapses and we are losing ground
wish I could see a miracle or two
perhaps it would help me feel sound
Guardian angels are prepping their wings
preparing for their journey on earth
if I cup my ear,  I can hear them sing
Hope is the only thing worth a keeping  
in this world of uncertain terms
we got each other so lets keep steeping
Soak in the Faith as if it were a straw
we are al so very vulnerable
and none of us are above the law  
Life is a gift so we shouldn't assume  
never take any one for granted  
hold on to each other while in loom
Thank the stars above that our still here
and even if you are afraid
by brave, and never give in to fear.

I believe I fell asleep last year at the cusp of a new agenda.
As a new virus took root, I found myself eradicated from society
in a way I never imagined.
All of a sudden instead of immersing myself in music and dance
and coffee talk chats,  I found myself immersed in diluted contact
such as social distancing and Zoom;

mother-in-law dies
so does my bird named, Ringo
we bury them both
  
The same day we bury our Gloucester canary in the backyard,
we buried my mother in law, as I partook in a family funeral
miles away from home, I realized that the sun non-selectively
continued to shine no matter what .  So much has happened
in such a short span, I feel it is out of my hands.  


six months later
still waiting for the vaccine,  
life can be so mean

Watching the festive tree light up the room I gladden
like a tiding shifting  from the present moment to the past
Remembering the happy smiles that grew upon our faces
as the season approached with all its glitter and bustle

Tinseled moments overlaid as memories turn golden  
by the fitted hugs of mom and dad and all I held so dear
Skies of reddish hue falling gently on the Christmas tree  
landing on a Child Of Love, nestled softly in a manger

Breathing in the Hope, we sang with peppermint voices
carefree as the wind that blew upon our Christmases  
As I recall the Christmastides of old I rejoice in the thought
that the Christ of yesteryear, still still shines in me today.

Written by: Vienna Bombardieri

Have you ever given thought on how language  impacts you,  
good or bad it all depends on the words you ruminate & chew
be careful what you choose to expel when your mouth spews
for it can either bless someone or wound,  bet you never knew
  
that one can learn to ponder words and usher without blurt
do not speak on angry terms for all it does is bring more hurt  
when the sun go down, tuck away hostility and don't be curt  
make sure you  care enough not to pill, rampage, or blurt

words can be a sanctuary to go to when no one seems to care
they can be a respite from that cruel world, your Lancelot dare
don't let the light of the stars cease to shine because of a flare
be slow to roll that pearly tongue, even slower to make it blare

not everyone thinks like you, wrong and right is only a concept
so don't bully your opinions on others and make them feel inept
please don't yank words out, it would be best if they overslept
good bedside  manners are essential, it cannot be windswept.  

July 10, 2021

I am in love with
the world that God created
there are no phones here
© Mystic Rose

Burning incense this morning
with a heaven laden heart
so many hurting right now
so this is a real good start
Angels are weeping and God
well His heart is bleeding
so many prayers are being offered
so many hours filled with hope
Rosary beads and mantras said
I refuse to believe its all over
this is not the end by far
I'm going for broke,  in trust  
I trust, there will be more, ...
I'm burning incense this morning.

Quote: Lost in the velvet of your heart I am
none else but, your Valentine !

Finding my way back to the days when you and I were  young
I flip back the pages of our youth and smile  
Two wide eyes juveniles meeting at the altar of love
ready to meet each other soul to soul ...
Enraptured in this moment of sweet remembrance
I recall the young man I once married.  
How he always stayed by my side and never tarried
when it came to loving me,
he was always, right on time..

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1R8nJSe8Jb0

Poetry read aloud ...

  Dreams are made of fairy dust and gold my mom once said
as she tucked me in real tight and kissed my sleepy  head
you will see stars of bright and little angels baking bread
there upon a cloud, a Pegasus with wings of finest thread
Dreams are made for human bodies full of goodness, light
you can get there if you try  and wish with all your might
you'll see blueberry moons with  eyes that wink so bright  
magic swords with pixie dust, that never fear the night
Fairies will rock you in their cradles by their garden nook
while you sleep five winks and create with just one look
up here you can be a butterfly lost in the winds of chinook
reveal most anything, you're transparent as an open book
Dreams are made of fairy dust and gold my mom once said
as she tucked me in I fell asleep, with angels in my head.

Tremble at this door child but do not come in yelled the Quent  
she an ogress at the end of her wits wearing muslin and flint  
was only looking for a King who could love her as she was  
When the angry boombox voice gave her quivering she went  
away, hunching her shoulders she glided away her ogre scent

A little latch opened a flash of blue  a slant of eye then he re spoke
"do you clean Kingdoms and can you cook, for a jaunty bloke?"
"oh for the love of God" she cried, I got teacups bigger than this place  
yes  I can wipe your palace, dust your crocket, just don't look at my face
and so he let her into the Kingdom of JUA, and so began their chase

A little fairy magic in the soup was all he needed as he ate in one gulp  
contented as a Mishka, he cried out,  " my your skin is soft as pulp! "
From an Ogress to a Tigress, down she went like a pile of  timber
while he headlong without haste planted a kiss so soft and limber  
that it opened her heart, henceforth they lived happily ever after .  

The End.
December 24, 2020

If I am breath then why do I fear
the nature of my birth
If I am love then why do I wait
to spread it gently
on  those who need it most
and look just like me...
If I am light then why do the stars  
explode in the sky ? .
Why, why, why,  
do I need the moon to light my path?  
If I am God's child then how
can I make a difference?
Look around you brother, sister,
don't you see that you are just like me ?
You are breath, you are love,
you are a special child and you were born
to make a difference in this transient world.
Don't hide your light dear soul, go ahead and
be the brave warrior that I know you are
and remember, you are breath, and you are
Love...

( If you want to be in their heart tomorrow, be in their life today.)  

Touch the cornerstone of parenthood, love them with fervent  
Open hearted dedication.  As a mother or father, only you can give them the      
Upbringing they need, the understanding of themselves. Just love them and
Caress their souls with inspiration.  Help them to achieve their dreams ,
Holding nothing back.  Live for them and enjoy the contentment of parenthood;

And when they grow up and are ready to spread their wings and fly, don't
Negate their desires.  Love is all about letting go, share space, then
Do the right thing by them.  Do not raise them co-dependent but sane    

Guide them and teach them self assurance and self acceptance  
Only you can guide them lovingly, so bless them, everyday.

I bequeath to my heart none else then pure love
and in the meantime all that is me around me and inside me  
I entrust to my Father in heaven;
Each and every thought I think, all feelings I insip
I bring forth to the alter of His mercy;  
I pray for strength and understanding, by the settle of my night  
May He send forth His Angels of  consort
and help me to attain a fitful sleep
as I breathe slowly and deeply, into the arms of love .
Amen!

This years Halloween its a tedious task  
because of the virus, we all need a mask      
be safe not sorry  
says the man, John Tory  
keep your distance, don't drink from a flask

the children are longing to participate this I know
cover mouth and nose, and join the evening tow
demonstrate
be a template
wear a mask while shelling out get into the flow

Halloween has been a fav since I was a little waif
kids will be kids, its up to us to keep them safe
keep an eye
if asked why ?  
tell them its essential, just for a period of grace.

A good little habit for all that they treasure
and its up to them if they want the pleasure
be cautious
not raucous
my children, have fun but remain in your measure.

October 15, 2020

Guardian Angel, let me rest here on this sandy shore as I gaze at the sea
Allow my weary head to rest upon your shoulder as I grow older,
wrap your wings around my heart, Angel of light !  
Let me linger in the air while I sift through this hourglass of time
for without your living presence Angel, I ain't worth a dime.
Let the stars and the moon clothe my soul with living Grace
then when my time is up, come and show me that Holy place,  
where all good daughters and sons go, when their days are done.
Let me shine upon this earth like a radiant sun,  
and beam my radiant gleam on those who need it most.
Guardian Angel, help me to slow down and smell the flowers
counting all the blessings of this beautiful lifetime.  
Everyone dies but not everyone lives, so help me reach my full potential
allowing my beating heart to rest on your protective wings of love.  
Before I leave this earth, let me make a difference
and leave behind these aerial, human wings.

Halloween is never an alien moment for those who love to trick or treat
a caricature face painted in caked blood and fangs is an aim to scare
Donning superman capes they go door to door with cautionary meet
masked like vampires, a closed mouthed muffle in gist says, we care

Trickery can be fatal done in mindless chatter and spittle of BOO  
we don't want to face abduction of childhood thrills, so better not ignore
Paralyzed by fear can be good or bad this is a circumstance of new Halloween it up partners in crime but keep a distance don't abhor

Feasting on candy day succeeding all good, but wear a mask for me      
diabolical ways are subtle a masked bandit is a welcome sight to see.

She was beautiful in a way that only nature understood
walking out into the sunlight she turned sunlight into Hyde  
raven black hair that fanned, two eyes of mesquite wood
no taller then four feet guided with a partnered girl guide

Little did I know she belonged to the day camp next door
recovering from trauma she'd been matched and supervised
all I said to her was,  " your beautiful" no less,  no more,
she froze turned around and ran, all I saw was her backside

Later I was told she had been burned and scarred by an Uncle
I assumed the word beautiful was a Stanley knife to fear  
she reminded me of a meteor rock, a magnificent Runkle
that burned very brightly as she re-entered earth's atmosphere

Oh she was beautiful  in ways only nature could not misconstrue  
truth be told I sat on a bench and cried, deep inside I felt her pain
so I painted her a butterfly so she could put it on her window pane
and at the bottom I inscribed the words, "Rolla, I love you "

July 15, 2021

Some people seem to think that love is just for play
an eccentric emotion that ignites the senses for a while
so when it gets too complicated or think it out of style
they thrash the heart as if it were an ***** made of clay
While some believe it can't outlast euphoria of lust
others choose a paring knife aggressing it with carves  
Setting small fires round town they love to play  
over hot irons of passion, while love slowly starves;
Some people are given a fine bow and a good violin
from the start, others look from the sideline but never go in;
I for one would trade my last piece of bread for love,
if treated right by one and other it becomes a turtle dove;    

Some people seem to think that love is just for play,
I for one would give away my heart for ONE, Devotional allay.

Before I down my cuppa, before I brush me teeth
let me go down on one knee and pray to thee
Before the sun arises and before the world rises
let me close my eyes so you can hear my cries

Lord, may you always be my guiding light and friend
so I can live beside you until the very end  
Lord, teach me how to be  brave in a world full of fear
so I can be truthful to myself no matter whom I draw near

Before I put on my makeup on and leave the house
let me walk towards your oceanic penthouse
Before I dip into the sea or walk onto encrusted earth
let me slip into my minion wings, the ones you gifted me at birth.

In the old days
castles were built from sturdy solid rock
with arrow loops for arrow protection  
and curvilinear structures irregular to the eye.  
They were built with survival in mind
appearing uniform grey from a distance
but up close like a monument of  
mosaic  humble rocks.
Castles were built to outlast civilization
As protectors of ancient people they were a safe shelter,
crowning the landscape with their touch of old charm.  
Castles only crumbled when it was their time...

                  the heart of humankind is built like a fortress
                  it is a military historian that never lets it guard down

SERVING AND PROTECTING WITHOUT COUNTING THE COST
            
    
So, are we castles or are we crumbling rocks ?

Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2024

The magic was felt the moment we entered his dominion
he wore the trademark of a great magician and as he
ensorcelled us with his charm, we watched a rabbit spoof
and disappear into thin air, just like that !
Glued to our seats we watched incredulous and didn't speak  
one moment he's riding a bike, the next he was driving a car
No fakery here, shaved and clean he waved a flare in the air
then made the figure eight and suddenly, he was hairy as a bear
We were children accustomed to fairies, leprechauns, witches
but we were not prepared for the rigmaroles of Monsieur Geller
That night we closed ourselves off from the world and made magic ,
we scavenged through fathers toolbox and used every gadget
I was the magician's assistant dressed in a foil garb made of stars,  
bro was the illusionist, one sweep of the  hand and I ended up in Mars.

One day we'll all go to the other side of the world
where the moon is launched near the stars unfurled  
We will assemble in the hubble of the milky way
and find no trace of earthly bodies in this mainstay;
We will hover inside the palindrome of heaven's loft
restructure like dancing orbs of light, bouncing off
the walls of the sky, born to never be born or die;
One day we will escape this crusty earth of touch
and leave for a place where we don't need a thing
No surgical headlights to see the cavity of man
no scalpel to fix a little girl named, Marianne
We will find our loved ones smiling on the other side
they will be the hinges on the door that leads inside
Exhilarated and free we will shine softly in the night.
as if we were the only light aglow, far and out of site .

After a long sojourn away I returned to God
attending mass every day and visiting the chapel
betwixt a quiet interlude, blessed silence;  
Sick and broken lost and afraid
I sat there in my pew and opened my heart
It wasn't long before my eyes found Him
and when they did, the tears flowed freely
I opened my green covered journal
with the embossed letterings  "Better days ahead "
and I began to write the words that Jesus spoke,
as He watched me sitting there, broken and alone.

Lose yourself in the ocean of my love
Come to the light and hold me as your
vessel of Sanctity...
I am your redeemer, your healer, your friend
Place your finger in the wound of my heart
and I will feed you the fire of my great sacrifice
Anoint your eyes with my presence
and know that I am who I say I am
Your only One, Son of God and Mary alike !

Wrapping him in  a blue blanket he hands him over to me
outside the snow is falling, as I gaze at him my hearts about to burst
all the pushing is over, now its time to receive his glee
bluest eyes I'd ever seen suckling at my breast with a quenching thirst  

Yesterday was Debussy and Bach
lullabies of sweet by a morning dawn
Today  a baby cradle and a gentle rock    
"Oh my God, did you see that Ron !"

We named him Joseph, after his grandfather who was a great artist
homilies of love spoken truthfully,  I cannot contain the joy
just given birth to a special boy and it feels like I've been kissed  
my love leans in and whispers " we'll give him every toy!"

With a sacral dimple you can't miss  
he looks like an Angel  
so I draw him close and feather him a kiss    
he gurgles as if to say, "I'm your Angel"    

October 8, 2020

Distant memories of summers past
dancing with the vibrancy of youth
love and romance;
The scent of your aftershave
still lingers in my thoughts
wafting, like little sweet forget me knots...
Butterfly kisses beneath the father tree
mulched in winey lips of dew
I whispered "I Love You"
you murmured,
"I Love You Too"

My heart is made of lace held fast by Holy fabric strings  
its red like a  pomegranate warm like my Father's love
my heart is open like a rose in summer when it sings  
and when I meet a stranger,... it chances it thereof

My heart is volatile like a bird  through an open door
it beats to pulsed emotions living deep inside my chest  
finding favor with my soul loving me with sweet adore,  
it pumps blood inside my chambers, never taking rest  

This heart of mine is made of love and Holiest of things
I spend my time giving true support to those in need
if I were Angel my heart would own two feathered wing
but Angel I am not, though I love to plant the seed,

Its only God that can turn a heart into Holy fabric strings
Its only God that can turn a heart into a heart that sings.

There are days when all you need
is a good ending to a story
a strong cup of tea or
the right pair of arms to hold you
There are days when you wish
for less small talk phrases
and more  precious words
There are days when you want
nothing more then to stay up
and count the stars of night  
even if it means sleeping in  
There                 are              days.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZlQ85UbZolA

As November arrives with her golden colors of russet and auburn,  
she tips her hat to the eagerness of December sighs ,
and fills our days with sunshine and beautiful breezy love.  
Let us walk down the path of deep serenity, and listen to  
the swaying trees,  telling us that all is well within  (breathe )  
There is a field full of golden light, and as the sunlight arrows
through the branches of a  barren tree, we get lost in the bonfire-reds
and sun flamed remnants of yesteryear, .  
The memories of days gone by become golden moments

and as the soul yearns , it reaches its invigorated space (breathe)
We watch as a deer caresses the waters by the river
as November invites us in, It says to us in whispers and sighs,    
"I am only making way for winter  dear soul, "
and as we huddle in our warm homes,  we begin to realize ,
that every season loves us as it should (breathe )
As November arrives with her golden colors of russet and auburn,
we know Christmas is arriving and soon, we can delight in a new
rebirth.      In Love and Light,    Your Mystic Rose

Summer dreams sleep at the cusp of a cool November
I am filled with hopes that at the font of my soul, tremble
like autumn leaves when the wind blows they toss and sway  
like sweet October rain, each raindrop falls but doesn't stay
I remember red poppies, springing out of the ground
in a place called Flanders Fields, my how they slept so sound
after the gunfire a silence rooted so deep we closed the door        
after the anthem of doom, the world said " no more "
A November to remember, make it your thanksgiving season
find new breath, be brave,  show loyalty not treason  
like the first cool feel that touches you at the first snowfall
like the first real kiss that says I love you, it is your call  !
I remember those who died before me and I cannot ignore
the red poppies that are strewn across the gravesite floor  
I could never, no never forget them nor their brave roar  
I could never, no never forget, ...it was a time of war !

Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2024

(Motivational Speaker, died Oct 18, 2024 at the age of 49, father of two )

In fields of gold I dare to go, where never growing old I row and row,  
never farther than my eye could see, ...for He is looking right at me;
Flying on the wings of hope, thankful every day for that special ray
that sends me to the sun, like a soaring Cormorant flying free..
Mixing clay and water I will build my wings  and temper gently
with  the coming of the light,   just like Jonah did,  
from the belly of the night....
The last few words I said to you, may they fall afresh like dew
on the lawn of your heart, may you run for peace and not forget
that when the waters rise and you can't swim,
do like Noah did and build an arc !  
In fields of gold I dare to go, where never growing old I row and row,  
never farther than my eye could see, ...for He is looking right at me;
I am a ripple in the quantum field of life, a pulse in the heart of you
listen and learn what it is that lights you up and fills you with joy.
Before you dare to go to those fields of gold where you never
grow old,  just row and row and row and row, and never let go.

The old decrepit cemetery sits abandoned in the courtyard  
Whistling tumbleweeds roll, moaning and groaning out of perimeter  
Its an eternal hell hole for jackals,  sorcerers, witches and daemons.
Damnation  is born here and it hovers like a dark cloak over the county
"Abuse them no more, " said a voice over a toasted atmosphere,  
but the Demon Head with 14 tails laughs and taunts,  
while Witch Viadora sprinkles Sulphur on her broom and hovers over the air
Her red eyes flare as she shoots fired breath and un-casts a spell :
"arise, arise formidable frightful emissaries  
into the decanter you all go without parries
its Halloween night and everyone marries
one child at at time, go scorch the scarries
You could hear the big creeks from hinges dried up, of long ago  
as little feet scurried, dead people arose to purge the earth of covidian ****
there was laughter and candy once again, and grannies moussaka ;
The caretaker awaken with a yawn behind the cemetery shed and quickly got to his knees, removing the lead from the earth
Here where souls were once enslaved by fear, are now shedding a happy tear
Tonight the blue moon smiles, for its Halloween
and  all the dangers are 10 ft under.

Faith is like wifi invisible to the eye but connects you to what you need.

Faith is the cornerstone of wholesome living
it brings you to a fearless place of love
Faith is a friend you will never lose
as long as you speak to it often

Faith is a pair of wings in full flight
or a light at the end of the tunnel
Faith is a gift given at birth
it takes us there, time and time again

Faith is a delicate egg ready to hatch
a seedling in the ground needing water
Faith is a rose in full bloom
a giant in an amphitheater room

F   A    I   T   H

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

WE ARE GOING ON A JOURNEY FOR TWO
FAR AWAY FROM THE LAND
FLYING TO THE STARS WHERE THE MOON
RESIDES
WE ARE GOING TO HEAR VIOLINS PLAYING
IN THE CAVES OF ALBERNON
SOAR WITH THE EAGLES IN THE SKY
AND FLY WITH BUTTERFLIES

WE ARE GOING TO LIVE FREELY AS TWO
LIKE TWO TURTLE DOVES IN THE HEAVENS
UNDER THE TUTELAGE OF JUST ONE GOD...

Quote: Put on the dauntless spirit of resolution.  
By William Shakespeare *
Dauntless
Fearless as the moon on a non lit night
this old warrior soul of mine keeps on
Settled within this omnipresent light
I feel safe here and I can do no harm
Undaunted in a sky filled with promise
a brave soldier both bold and valiant
is spirited through an Angel's dromos
by a catadromous hour, of fragment
Audacious as the stars that light the way
this former fighter willful as the rain
will search for his relief then seize the day
as even dregs of pain will soon refrain
This restlessness fighter soon will cease his roam,  
then he will finally know, he reached His Home

Quote By: White Wolf:
Were it not for the scent of the rose, what would entice us to grow?
Were it not for the courage of our souls to explore unknown valleys,
how would we reach the heights of our tallest mountain?


Courage is more than just a lofty word, more than just action
it is a feeling deep inside that grows from the knowledge
that we are ancient warriors born to be the best we can be !
Beauty is more than skin deep, more than just a pretty smile
its at the core of our souls and at the center of our hearts.
It is more about what we reflect and find in others,
then about illusionary mirrors filled with lies and deceit.
Life is a rooted friend that will remain with us forever,
if we water it with grace and help it to stay alive.    
Tell me, how does your garden grow? (pause)
Courage, beauty, life, its all about how we connect with others,  
and knowing when to fold and when to go.  
I believe life is a gift that is much more cherished when it is shared.

"Professor Scarpnell  you are wanted on the phone" says an automated voice coming out of the message system. He slips the disk into the back of his neck and listens carefully to the instructions he is about to input  
Twenty four hours later all over the world  there are  people diving into water  searching for something that will change the world for good.
In a circular library sits an old librarian who has never left the City since the day she was born. "Off to pack my little bag" she says as she re-aligns a bobby pin gone askew.  At home she eats her modest egg then goes to the bedroom to search for her overnight bag.  
In another corner of the world Jim a retired fireman is peeled to the television watching the news. It appears that the virus has mutated and spread across the land faster than  the speed  of light. For the umpteenth time he wishes the department hadn't served him his papers and retired him like an old dog. At the age of fifty he is still fit as a fiddle. The phone rings at cutting edge and a green horizontal line appears.  Jack hears 'four' imprinted words....
                                     " IT'S IN THE WATER " .
He packs his shrapnel bullets in the lined compartment of his bunker gear then offers up a diluted prayer to the Gods of Technology for their systematic and safe state of weaponry.
Its a cool evening in Venice and the October wind has twined itself around the gondolas like an old friend.  Autumn  is a time for customary dishes and as the staff works diligently  in the kitchen, Chef Marco Battalione  catches up on paper work.  He opens an email from an unknown source asking for a reservation for seven on October 18,  7pm . Included is an e-transfer of $5,000 euros.
"I will need a private room where we can talk in absolute privacy  without the threat of being overheard.  The menu I leave entirely to your discretion.  I will arrive shortly after diner to introduce myself to the guests at hand.   Please do not try to contact me at this email address.  It is now obsolete for  reasons of confidentiality and for the  safety of all persons involved. "
Marco is stumped by the audacity of this person. When he realizes that  because of the restrictions on restaurants caused by COVID, he has
lost most of his income. He knows that he can ill afford to refuse such a generous offer. Setting aside a stack  of  bills, he begins to plan a menu fit for a King and Queen. With a red felt pen he  circles the date on the calendar, then pours himself a drink.  He raises a glass to the neon lights echoing over labyrinth streets and canals, and says "Salute"  

to be continued...