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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

Summer scintillating  with blossoms of purple and gold, while beneath  
Umbrella stars, the magic of an enchanting evening takes her breath away
Moon glow above waters, verdant trees that fan the expanse of the sky  
Macaron sweet scented air, a chiffon scarf blows in the wind, she sits at the    
Edge of the water and prays to the angels above.   Please send me someone to  
Revere and to love. While the gentle waves lap, curl and cover her, he arrives!  

Love at first sight, that is what it was for her, when she first lay eyes on him.
Orbiting her world he smiles and suddenly two celestial bodies meet,  
Veering towards each other, echoes of a long forgotten past are heard once again  
Eager to conjoin they fuse like sky and ocean, by the eye of a fading sun.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

By: Mystic Rose

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

I need my silence like I need the air I breathe
away from city noises or louds of any kind
Elsewhere in the world the sound of freight trains
drive the people mad, but here in my home
the sound of silence, makes me whole...

Heaven is a place where only with the eyes of hope,  
                               can it truly co-exist !  
Heaven is a special place where innocent children,  
                                       become Angels !
Heaven is a journey for those who believe in
                                     the after life !
Heaven is at the centerpoint of every loving being who  
                      longs to find their loved ones once again !
Heaven is the venue of those who believe and trust
                                   that we will one day return
Heaven is Michelangelo's Last Judgement at the Alter wall
                                      of the Sistine Chapel !
Heaven is a whereabout, a location vageuly represented
                                          and understood only with the heart
Heaven is a place of Salutation for  the rich and the  poor            
                                     everyone is welcome in heaven !

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

Peaceful as a frozen lake by a quiet winter's dawn
still as the silence that whispers to us, like a fawn
Drawn to the air in our lungs as we gently engage  
side by side in a world of great love, rock of Age

Let us fly like birds through a world of pure joy
where beauty and grace are virtues we deploy    
Let us live here as one and always keep pace  
with a heart that is pure, set always in place

Composed as the Sun when it beams on the snow
with a linger of solitude and a trace of afterglow
Quiet as the stars of heaven that exude n' shine
late at night in the sky as it turns , red to wine

Let us embrace and exist as we breathe in the calm
clothing our thoughts with a drop of  sweet balm
Let us arrive by the rivers of brave and swim free
just like the fish in the sea who know how to be,

peaceful as a frozen lake by a quiet winter pond,  
still as the silence that whispers to us at dawn.

Exclusively
I am a man who's not difficult to love
I will love vulnerably and intensely
Never compare you with any other
And my only expectation will be that
Our love belongs to only you and I
Exclusively
♥

She sat wedged between majestic trees of beauty and style
sidled in a labyrinth of Faith and exactitude
The day was damp, I could smell the earth beneath my feet
and only God knew where the angels were that very moment,
as she cried tears of water and human petrichor;
My heart was filled with a deep compassion for her as she wept
I joined her in the water dance of mercy and love, unrationed
Her eyes became alive with a deep color of fire and amber
as she exuded energy that could only be expressed through awe
I lunged for a moment of communion with her and the
whole world fell away at our feet....
The message came hours later, when I stood in silence
at the window of my soul...
"FAITH IS NOT A LOGICAL EXPERIENCE ,
BUT A CONVICTION OF THE HEART"
One rainy day as I stood in front of the Blessed ****** Mary
surrounded by nature and rain, I experienced something
that was to remain in my heart forever.

originally written in 2018

Veritia Venandi 16h
Carvings and cravings!
Life is a blend of carvings and cravings...

Memories carved in eternal rocks under the witness of a forever sky...

Playing in puddles,dancing in the rain, running after dragonflies, eating berries, stealing cookies, believing in the moon chasing you, reading fairytales and waiting for Santa Claus!

While wishes remained in flight...in wandering migration...in search of fulfilling lands...

To fly like a bird, view the world atop a tree, build a rooftop library, become king or queen for a day, watch meteor showers, laugh and cry without anybody looking, sleep under the stars and escape into the woods!

To measure life as cravings and carvings thus...
Is to understand it's true essence which is
"Endless...! "

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

Oh heart of mine be still as feathered quill
like poetry Divine we are well paired, consigned    
Oh self of innermost desire stoke me like fire  
and fill my hub with poetic bliss attire
Oh love, oh love, my dove, fit me like a glove !

Oh joy of my soul bring forth your kiss
in fervent mesmur draw me in and sweet concur  
Oh  jewel of my pine, be my templed nave    
my loyal stave that saves
Oh love, oh love, my dove, your sent from up above

Oh enchanted one immobile as the noon day sun
steady as a rock you stand as you take me by the hand
Oh lover of eyes, lips and ears make room  
for a rose of scented value, I am yours,  
Oh love, oh love, my dove, fly me to the moon

Oh love, oh love, my guy, please don't be shy
say you'll be mine until the day we die.

In the early morning fuzz, a smoky inhale of life
the lamppost is lit and the trees are just waking up
Five Forty Two Am: the eyes of the sky are grayly
I hold my stave high as I begin my very first poem  

Bushes and creeks containing tiny quakes of light
piercing through a silent heaven, I feel alright
Sleeping in the room next door he is unaware
of the awakened altered state that claims me

Down the path of memories I go alone and safe
standing behind a closed window, vouchsafe !
Smoke blankets the city on this Friday morning
I can't touch the fire, I am only its town crier

as I write about the residue of the wildfires,  
                I can see the peeling back of its slight
                                 and know instinctively,
                                          It is daylight....