What would happen if you embraced the possibility that the God of the Bible really did create the world and really does care for you?

Allow me to be a child again even if only in my mind
for only in your love's contain did that first Christmas truly find
a child afresh to You consigned.  
Inside my heart I'll place each hope like a fresh poinsettia in the snow
in that wintergarden of love's lope each bauble will be hung with glow
right above Your sweet Halo.
May I be privy to your birth like Mary was that blessed day
Twas' only You she could unearth inside that lowly stable's ray
You really saved the day.
My Lord, My Lord, I am in awe each time my heart re-calibrates
You are the light of Christmas law the one that clears the world of hate
and opens up the Trojan gates.

Let me see if I still remember how
to light an emotion with just one touch
Caress the linen dreams of my hot summer day
with just the sound of your sweet laughter ..
I shall attempt to recreate "desire"  
by watching your strong muscular legs glide
deeper, into the mouthwatering jungle of my ***
Let me lick a moment off your long hour of leisure
and slowly enjoy this Sunday feast;
Perhaps loose my drawstring as you enter my rush  
push push then withdraw, push push then withdraw
I will accumulate your kisses, as you drink me in  
Oh, ...    I remember  .

Nocturnal dreams of midnight fantasies
neon flowers alongside scented lily pads
Rippling clouds, crossings on the moon
magnetic fields of bluing, yes I see

Angels flying, flitting round the globe
calling over stars to light the path
Magistrates of heaven glorious chants
soft and mellow pastel, like the sea

Beatific vocals soft as voices of the earth
enigmatic secrets of a society, un-known  
Cooing doves, fragrances of evening musk  
Divine Beings attired in Elysian clothes like Deity.

Valentine notions of floral bouquets
sweet sweetened chocolates from Brigadeiro
velvet talks and smooth kisses without delay,  
Cupid sure knows,  which way to shoot the arrow;
Darling cards that say I love you
better than a dream at heaven's door
bon bons, red balloons and blue
who could ask for anything more.
Beloved, dear, honey,sugar pie, precious  
these saccharine words cling to the heart
like a magnet to the soul, love is gracious
and always plays its part;

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

December 7 2021  

Meaning of Fourrure / french word for fur

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y-KrcUdT2eE

While your  waiting by the window watching legs go by
and wishing upon clovers that soon your smile will sigh
Don't trade your hopes for doubts, its not a time to die
its time to live strong at New Year's door, so lets comply

Its been a long time since the norm I know it all looks hazy  
but it is New Years Eve,  lets do our part and not go crazy  
find a way to celebrate within complacency
this world will heal again,  if we do it safely

We will be touching hands once again my friend
maybe we can be strong until then
we have so much living to do its just around the bend
so don't give up now, this is not the end

HAPPY NEW YEARS EVERYONE

When people talk about traveling to the past they worry about radically
changing the present by doing something small.  But rarely do they think about doing something small, to radically change the future.


Baby steps are important because they are much more achievable
then giant mountains or far away stars that cannot be touched
Short term goals are comforting to an individual
when the long term goal is still in progress, but out of reach
A sprint runner at a short distance race
has more powerful glutes, calves and quads to propel them forward
and gives them more time to build stamina, before the big marathon
Leave a tempting trail, activate cruise control, hold a hand
Wear comfy shoes and just start walking
When people think about the future, they think its already set
but it can be interchangeable, with one single step ahead.
Be progressive and advance onwards one baby step at a time
sooner than later your future will align,  
and you will get there when, its your time to shine.

Baroness of grace with a rose in your hair  
you walked in beauty  like the light of day      
your  delicate perfume was springtime air  
it scented every corner ,  of your sway    
The newborn flowers strewn across your stare    
hunger for the ***** of a gardeners way  
back in the day when you lived with the Baron  
you bloomed each August like the Rose of Sharon  

But now he has gone to a far away place      
where angels are holding him close to their wing    
As  violets bloom where once he did trace,    
his lips to the touch of your gold signet ring      
you hunger for kisses to cover your face            
but your young youthful lover no longer sings      
He's flown up in heaven where angel's adore    
and spring lasts forever beyond heaven's door  
  
Springtime is here and its bringing no strife  
perhaps you can find a new love of your own  
he's gone to the angels, it cuts like a knife    
adolescent love blown away from your home    
the roses are blooming again bringing life  
to a young Baroness with no need to atone  
Baroness of grace with a rose in your heart,    
spring is calling, now you must do your part.  

Feb. 18, 2021

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

Disheveled as the fingers of morning  
this sage in her sedentary stoic seat
needs no purge to enter gloaming

Ripped at the seams by eventide
with hair of finest wheat
she lingers fearless as the tide  

Dormant dreams at sundown's door
chalk faced white as sheet
she drowns, in the ocean bellied floor

taken by the shackles of her wrists
on leaden feet
she walks towards the ether, in Gist

Adrift her world no obstacles no dreams to moor, immobilized and still  
she sailed through stardust particles then glode into the nil
Into the fire of night she tousled through, by daylight saving time a strew  
a scattering of stars appeared leading her inside a flower garden made for two;
The scent of Angel trumpets, gardenias, evening primrose
blended with a fragrant voice, she simply had no choice  
as she pressed her little hand against the lunar soil's embroil,  
foam flowers, chocolate daisies, and Liliums appeared;
A shift, then suddenly beyond the reach of earth a blessed gift of lift
she flew inside that dwelling place where benevolent souls ignite;
Fawning love plush against the evening breeze
even stars of night choose their light protease
when a small child enters an evening Kingdom,
like a Grandiflorus cactus, falling backwards into time...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eh1m3vCCGdA

Black Princess of the night chin strapped to her violin
she plays the notes from her memorable heart of blue
while the moon in her sorrow spills light upon the Quin,  
she plays on, a Stradivarius interlude of thin soulful Adieu;
Arrivederci  (goodbye)
Donna (woman)
Ingannato  (deceived)
even the stars weep  under her spell as her raven changelings
scatter like black ashes to the wind
Five seasons of partings five degrees of loss, still no light
bursts forth from a soot sky of ebon black
lamentations and moans
heaven groans
from the weight of  her sorrow comes the eye of the storm
as she plays her last note of deep unrest .

Like the first lily that pushes out of the ground
You raised your arms and rose to heaven
Revived and restored like a turtle dove in flight    
You opened your heart and He raised you up,  
on this "Blessed Easter Morning"
As the larks deliver their song in flight
we celebrate you,   "Lord, Savior, King"
This heavenly reward is our countenance of light  
bestowed on us today brighter than sunlight;
You, first tulip of Spring rejoice in our hearts  
as we awaken to a new world full of promise
You auroral dawning (alibi) rose of Sharon  
bring us tidings of love and renewal

Lost in a sea of blue velvet
she dances, by the rhythm of aquamarine eyes
Beneath a parapet of stars where no one can foretell,
the sparkle of a smile is waving its goodbyes;
to loneliness
to sorrow
to solitude of morrow
Soft landings on the moon, they hold on to each other
as they twirl inside an ocean of cobalt blue;
Above, the heavens like birds of paradise soar  
dipping their hearts inside each others gold
until they are no more.  
The world falls away at their feet
as two star crossed lovers become love's paraclete
in a dreamers world
where fantasies curl
the azure blue hurl
of a boy and a girl.

By: Mystic Rose

Once upon a time
when I was a child of three  
looking at the stars
and whispering to the moon,  
I sang me a song of love;  
then the years went by
and I lost my girlish ways
forgetting the view
I saw, life became unclear
as dry bones began to ache.
Returning to love  
I recalled the moon and stars  
and the girl who sang;
When I was a child of nine,  
yes, the world was truly mine
The whispering moon
was a big fat red balloon
that made my heart sing;
Though I always sang in tune,
life was over, way too soon.

Bridges of the past crossing my mind
reminding me of leisure rides, once  mine
While a fine fine sun coated my yearning desires  
I flew into the stormy spaces of a wide open world;
Polka dot dresses, sunglasses of yellow
Elizabeth Arden lipstick and lemonade kisses
You were always at my side, tanned and beautiful
crisp and fresh like linen by the sea ...

Sandcastle dreams and sailboat rides
beneath the boardwalk, promises made with pride
Junctions, intersections, passages never to be reversed
I recall soaking in the stars, cradled in the sand  
swaddled with the cautery and charms;

A bridge was crossed, and when I count
the things I've lost,  
you come to mind,
a ship at sea, searching for its ghost.

Quote by author: "Its as if an angel wept and left behind all the tears of heaven's sorrow"


The floodgates of my thoughts wide opened
and out came an outpouring of love and compassion
from the font of my wicker nebulous heart*
I saw him with my naked eye fighting for his life  
struggling for re-entry into God's kingdom;
His mother cradled him softly in the softest enmesh of her
aching arms, over and over she repeated his name  
like a sacred mantra.
He was born with a congenital heart defect
and wasn't expected to live over the age of one.
She walked him to the window and inside the sky
she saw a crepuscular light appear just before the sunrise
As the child was bathed in light two blue eyes opened
and a cupid mouth shaped an O, though nothing came out
but a deep deep sigh;
His chest heaved and with his eyes lifted to heaven
he was taken by a brooding nimbus cloud that appeared out of no where.
The rain began to fall gently from a heavy laden sky,  
his soul saturated by love, climbed to heaven without even once having had the chance to ask God, Why?

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.

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


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

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 ****.

May the butterflies of this world return to us once more
when the spring provides her heat we will no longer hide
Eastern winds of far away lands flying in unknown shores
their cellophane wings of light need to return and chide  
Once they adorned our many flowers here in Canada
now they are a memory of yesterday's summer gaze
I cling to the hope that tomorrow I won't need algebra
to count the flutter of their wings, like yonder days
I'll know them by the colors of their flight and groove
that April has arrived with her rainy cascade  
all the trees will suspire as they soften their moves  
garnished once again, with butterflies of every shade
I know that when the season wakes we are going to see
Monarchs, European skippers, and frosted elfin too
as the warmer shades and colors meld into the sea
we will begin to spot the pupas, and butterflies anew.

Quite often I pick up my quill
and sit on my favorite seat
Although each writer knows the drill
not every author/muse do meet
sometimes she sleeps,  
at bard's ensweep

Repeatedly  the sun meets plume
with just one gaze she's all aglow;
Catching the scent of her perfume  
I scribe away by evening glow
but when she's here,  
she's oh,... so dear !

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ybZC0mgq4bY

Light a candle of love and share the spark with me
Breathe in the oxygen of dreams , together we can go far  
if we both believe in the awakening , dear souls...
Watch the stars as the shine of their own accord
they do not need a single thing as they accelerate and glide,  
slowly with deliberate light into the night sky ....
Right us a passage of pure liquid amber and gold
I will follow along with  you through the milky way
and through the cosmos,
we are fireflies dancing without skittish beneath God's
Palindrome,   filled with a thousand flickering amber shades
we glide through binary moments , heart beat to heart beat
recognizing the soul power in ourselves and others
Light me a candle of love and share the spark with others
who are navigating like citrine lanterns in the beautiful golden sky
breathe in the essence of your most treasured dreams and then
let go and let the journey home begin,  Namaste
in light and love,  Your beloved,  Mystic Rose.

Out there in the gadgetry of space lies truth unspoken
as a robonaut delivers with precision dexterous air tasks
we  dreamers await  spacefaring races by God's millennium
and explore the starlit mysteries of the great beyond

With futuristic discoveries will scientists find evidence
of alien civilizations or will they find just a Universal void
from the footage of a comet to journeys towards the Sun
we never tire of searching out galaxies and their mysteries

Up there in the great unknown space stations ready for dock
it is a privileged place of research surrounded by innovation
studies of movements and relative positions of celestial objects
tell us so much about the inner mechanisms, of outer space

If God is eternal then space  is a sky light carousel, a perpetual room
of wonder, that carries particles of light dispersed across the moon.

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

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

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

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

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

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

January 20, 2022

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

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

I live in a dark stretch of land part ocean, part lava
sheer as light but opaque where the eyes meet
I am a pool of hard matter, still I appear translucent,  
when you look at me with those big brown eyes.  
Do you fancy me? Color me beautiful and find out;
I am full of helium, neon, ad hydrogen, perfumed
by methane, ammonia and carbon dioxide, ...
Do you like my silicon round, my phosphorus shine ?
I wore a sodium spritz for you, feel my magnesium
am I female/ male ? Color me  beautiful and find out;
I boast about my crust and my mantle is *******
stepping up to the plate I enhance the telescopes,  
with my sippy blue and splash of silver, I am me.    
Take your time before you X me in the box,  
I am moon cisgender to my nature, do you like ?
I am moon, all moon, equivocally endangered  
when you select a *** for me, so won't you please,
color me beautiful, no matter what hues you see.

Whoever thought one day I'd let my hair go gray and walk with a sway
"They are only laughter lines" I told myself, disregarding a wrinkle in time.
I promised to be one of those ladies who would look suave at sixty five,  
but when you see me walk down the isle, I cannot hide that lombar slide.
I will wear dresses of fresh linen with only leather belts that buckle,
and when my shaky hands refuse to still, I'll blame it on my knuckles !
When I looked into the mirror then,... all I saw was a pretty girl,  
but now I see two kindly eyes and a memory impearled  !  
I rise at 6 and retire at 9, I sleep on my side for the one I adore,    
lovie says that when I snore, it sounds like a lion's roar !
I am happy with my life,  
and although I lose my train of thought sometimes,
I still wake up every morning feeling grateful,
that I am still able to dress, to the nines...