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.

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.

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.

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

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

A heavenly feather falls slowly and lands in free  
its a symbol of angelhood and celestial mediation
Soothingly, comfortingly, a Sensei surrounds me
and showers me with blessings as I claim  reaction
and write, for I am a poet that is what I do...
An angel divine incarnate without pious duple
sincere in her approach she never cleaves fear  
for her gentleness instructs me like a Holy wimple
ministering with anoint  from close then near ;
I write, for I am a poet and that is what I do
Alabaster skies with electric blue streaks of night  
adhere to her path like a messenger of old and
claim your place in the banquet of His light
she is a paragon of love , fingers in the sand
I write for I am a poet and that is what I do.

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"

"Heart sets up vibration echoing wordless intent, mind translates in symbols      the flight of our soul’s ascent ! "

Where does the wind blow through when the soul is having its drink?
Intent on learning, living, giving, receiving, how does it come to glow?  
If the stirring of THE soul IS God's way of conferring, let's sink
into the abysses of His love and sip from the fountain of His know!

Does ascension of the soul happen while on earth or does it begin up there?
Are we aiming to grow like wild weeds, between the cracks of a sidewalk?
If the waterwheel of life is being turned by an invisible hand from thin air,
then we must be Kenetic energy, just like the water that falls by the clock.

Oh how our lives glow when we choose to take one single step for mankind
Oh how our hearts grow wise as we choose to live through Avian connection
Where does the wind blow through each time we are being loving and kind?
If stirrings of the soul mean ascension then we better give it good direction !

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.

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 :)

SPIDER SILLY CRAWLINGS UP AND DOWN WEBBED WALLS
THERE ARE GOBBLINS AND MONSTERS, MEOWLINGS TOO
JUMPING JACKS THAT POP AND LITTLE SLY FOXES THAT RUN
FOR GOODNESS SAKE BE SAFE SAYS THE EVE OF GOOD WILL

SCARY DOLLIES WITH EYEBALLS THAT JIGGLE AND WIGGLE
A PORCUPINE CHILD WITH A PRICKLY DEMEANOR, OH MY !
HAUNTINGS & MUDDLINGS, SCATTERINGS & SCARINGS
THE KIDS IN THEIR GARMENTS ARE WILDER THEN RODENTS  

HERE COMES THE STICKLIEST WITCH OF THE YEAR  
FLYING ON A  BROOMSTICK BEWARE, SHE DRAWS NEAR  
SHE HACKLES AND CACKLES WITH DROOPY NOSE QUACKLES  
MY KIDDIES BE CAREFUL, DON'T EAT FROM HER CASTLE    

SHE'S GOT MONGRELS AND HYBRIDS AND ALL KINDS OF BREEDS
AND EVEN THE GOBBLINS ARE AFRAID OF HER GREED
SHE'LL TRICK YOU SHE'LL TREAT YOU, BUT DON'T YOU BELIEVE HER
HER CAULDRON IS READY AND SOON SHE'LL BE FETCHIN'

SPIDERS AND GOBBLINS , LITTLE ONES TOO,  EYEBALLS AND TOES,
AND MAYBE ,  .... EVEN YOU !

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

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

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

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

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.

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

Streams I follow
            down memory lane
chasing my own tail
until I go
                           half insane
Trying to stitch a moment
             to my brain
like granny did while darning,  
                                 papa's socks !
Tales I once told
           lost in a slippery *****
having a hard time remembering,    
                               and I can't cope.

Please, pass me a rope.

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

Our God is bountiful because he knows no measure to the love He has for us  
doting in the wings like a Father  regardless of our Faith in Him or not
He endeavors to protect us from above
as if we were the only stars in His galaxy;
There are days when we feel like we ate the paupers last meal
and there are times when we don't have the strength to rise above
Still, He is a God of continuance and doesn't ask much from us
pouring out every drop of compassion and mercy upon our souls  
he fills our empty cup and breaks bread, for  the sake of nurturance ;  
Regardless of our vision or lack of it, he sees us through
Our God is bountiful because,  
He created the earth and filled it with un-barren fruit  
so we could have life on earth  
and live in His abundance, until our sweet homecoming.  

November 14, 2020

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 !

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.

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

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cn-_xr3uCEQ

WHEN THE WORLD AT LARGE GIVES US LOUD SOUNDS AND OVERSTIMULI
OF NEWS AND DRAMA, WE NEED TO STOP AND RECENTER THE  UNIVERSE,
INSIDE OF US .   THE ONLY WAY TO DO THIS IS TO FIND REFUGE IN OUR LAIR ,
AND LIVE IN THE SANCTUARY OF OUR THOUGHTS FOR A LITTLE  WHILE.
LOSING THE CROWD DOES NOT ME WE DO NOT CARE , IT MEANS WE
NEED TO PRACTICE SELF CARE, REALIGN OUR CHAKRAS AND RECENTER
OUR BEAUTIFUL MINDS . FOCUSING ON HOPE, ENDURANCE AND STABILITY
HELPS US ACCOMPLISH ALL THAT WE HAVE SET OUT TO DO.
(BREATHE IN AND OUT SLOWLY )
HOPE IS A FEELING OF TRUST, WE CAN ILL AFFORT TO LOSE IT
WE CAN WIN EACH DAY, IF WE TAKE THE TIME TO EMBRACE IT.  
WHEN DARKNESS THREATENS, IT IS THE LIGHT OF HOPE THAT BECKONS
WHEN WE FACE OUR DEMONS,  IT IS ANGELS THAT LOVE US WITHOUT TREASON
IF WISHES ARE MADE OF PAPER AND CREPE, AND PROMISES ARE MADE OF AIR
THEN THE ONLY THING THAT IS CONCRETE IN OUR HEARTS , IS    "HOPE "
WHEN THE WORLD AT LARGE GIVES US TOO MUCH TO BEAR, THE ONLY THING
THAT CAN KEEP US ALIVE AND CENTERED IS TO BELIEVE IN HOPE ,
THROUGH SOLIDARITY OF FAITH, FOR EACH OTHER, AND THROUGH EACH OTHER
WE BECOME BOTH PEACEFUL AND STRONG,  LIVING TOGETEHR AS ONE.
PEACE BE WITH YOU ALWAYS,

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..

I walked into a curiosity shop and found a packet of seeds
be careful how you plant them said the guy with an eye piece
The instructions were clear, plant to the light of the moon
When the wolves are a howling and the sun goes a hiding.
Wait until the rays of the crescent moon splays not a moment,
to soon.  So I did what it said and then readied for bed....
There came a knock at me window like a rap on my noggin.  
I awoke with a shatter, what do I see climbing up like huge matter,  
a pyramid of light full of arms and legs and a mouth made of gold.
Take a sample of me with your sippy tea, & you'll never grow old
so I scooped up the gold from the side of its cheek and drank up,
like a child who was dying to grow, but can never let go...
All my hair turned from silver to gold like the sun,  
and my skin was so smooth like a peach on the run;
but when I tried to make sense all I got was gabble and babble,
drivel and piddle, with no sense in the middle not even a riddle.
I went to the curiosity shop that day and found a packet of seeds.

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.

Open your heart to multi-dimensional reality
for when it comes to the soul,  
                                 it is not about frugality

Dive into new possibilities and transverse
into the abyss of new cosmic hope,
                        Oh! Being of light, diverse !!!