Tamas
I began in my mother's womb  where darkness clothed me
still carrying taste of death upon my tongue I suckled and kicked free
there were dancing lights and tears in the Universe gathering me to life  
it didn't take long I did forget, I pierced the veil and wailed like a knife
Rajas:
I drank the nectar of the wild flower consumed the salinity of my goods  
entered into karma like a Gita in a wave of passion, no longer was I wood  
pulsing into life I sipped the juices of my passion and enjoyed the rays  
with third eye open I was guided through my living numbered days    
Sattva:
Like a pear tree laden with heavy fruit, life began to take its toll
like Saraswati I let go, then held on to a mala and a palm leaf scroll
swept away by a joy so pure, I found the core of love's own goal  
there was nothing else I needed so I climbed the lotus of extol

All lies melted away in the face of truth and revelation ,
I lost myself in worship, became a sweet oblation.

Quote: Stretch out your hand, move through me, write with me  

Hand of light has He who lives inside and all around our girth,
And when he touches us we feel like children of the light  
No greater power on earth exists then the radiant beam of Christ
Deliverer of truth and wisdom He's the power behind our every
Step.  A stretch of the hand and the sea calms down a laying of his

Opus works and the world is ours. Speak softly to him for He is your  
Featherweight friend of old, He's a Father full of radiance and gold    

Lift your eyes to him and ask for a sunbeam from his Holy heart
Invite Him into your home and sup with Him at the font of night
Give Him every chance on earth to be part of your life's journey
He is the sunlit One who never stops to radiate love to everyone
Tell Him all your hopes and fears, I assure you, He's the one...

Cinderella memories buried in tombs of yesterday
back in the days when the sun cleaved like a sword
there were no words to explore the light of day
only silent thoughts acclimatized to each nosegay
Scented hopes and well hidden sachets by cedar box
Avon heavenly spritz an act of instant gratification
Lullabies that lingered late into the night , child Knox
telling stories of Princesses glass slippers and locks
Stagecoach mice scurrying past at the stroke of night
run girl run into your castle, see the hands of time
As the moon comes out to flash her flashbulb light
you will be hidden in the covers joyfully taking flight
A Cinder-dress made of chintz from nimble fingers
what is surreal, what is real and what is so sublime
when we get old everything we ever saw, lingers
everything we ever did, turns us into harbingers

Inspired by Artist and Photographer Annie Leibovitz

Back in the days when fences were constructed to lean on
I had my fathers smile my mother's apron now they're gone
Along with brother's camera and his filming laughter reels
Along with sister's bumbling ways and admiration reals ...

Fences are made to keep in or keep out.  Sometimes    
Erecting them can be a way of protecting or rejecting
No one knows the power of a fence more then those who
Crossed the holocaust fences and survived.  Fences can be
Easing posts for friendship or wired spokes with big fat  
Signs that say " Keep Out" it all depends what side your on

Back in the days when my dad build a fence for grapes and vines
I knew what belonged to other people and what was truly mine
Along with my cat, my bird, my three ring binder and my fence  
Along with my heart and my soul, I knew what to let in, hence ?

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....

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M9FU7Q-BthE

Have you seen the light of Him that shines brighter then the  
Aludra star of heaven's lair, and have you seen the rays that
Veer towards you when you pray, my brother have you
Ever known more peace then when you bow your head in prayer

Yoked to your heart He is your everlasting soulmate and your friend  
On the wings of faith you can soar towards Him night and day  
Unearth your fears and find the comfort that you need  

Sacred Father, Abba, Patriarch and Archer of all that is good in you  
Every action of yours is guided by His Holy subservient angels
Experience Him in your journey of love and know that you are  
Noteworthy of His protection.  Sister of life on earth plant  a seed

The creator will water it and make it grow like a rose in the dessert
Hide it from the enemy let it prosper in His vineyard. You the  
Elect who is never left in the dark, is a child of the Beloved,

Love with all your heart as he has loved you, built an alter and  
Invite Him to your table dear friend, He is the candle that burns bright
Goodness and peace will follow you if you make  
Him your  confessor and your constant companion .
Trust in Him who created you to His image, know you are loved.

I walked into the room and found an old tattered book
sitting on my bed like a still born child wanting to be held
On the cover lay a topple of flowers plucked from our garden
and as I read the title, I came to understand my sister's creed
"Heaven Open To Souls"  was the fine print on the spine
it made me drop a salty tear to see her favorite braille
A book of poetry that held all the bible truths of death
explaining how souls flew forth, from earth to heaven  
Evoking summers of our childhood readings on the porch
I recalled her big sister smile and my youngling yawn of old
Ann would tuck the little book inside her sweater and say,  
"eight fingers to touch my heaven and two for kissing you"  
But then one day she got leukemia and she soared away  
dad was breaking up in two so I showed him what to do
sit by the porch emboss to her the words , I love you...
but it was not his memory but mine and oh how he knew
so the next day he left it on my bed, for me to treasure find
he knew that I had eyes to see but Ann, she was born blind.
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2021

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 !

IS IT ME YOUR LOOKING FOR ?

We have come to meet again after all these years
and in your eyes I see the young girl I once knew
no words are needed when two hearts are glued
to the worth of our last words
to the life that we once knew
Yes after all these years you have finally returned
to that special place where we first began, as two.

Tempering colors of magnetic reds and browns
September, you sure know how to make me turn around
enclosing me in comforting space warm as a fireplace
you make me long for firewood and campgrounds
Maple trees of yellow and honey wood leaves
you make me want to trade my frosty lips for a cinnamon kiss
down in the meadows, the woods are whispering
saying their goodbyes to La Fleurs Fe Lis
Linden wood dreams beneath a golden Autumn
the cedar gum and the cedar oils are healing balms of choice
aiming for the hills on a cool September eve  
suddenly I feel like I have found my voice;

I love you September more then words can say
I think I'm going to go jump in the leaves,
one more time,  before my last hurray !

Soaked to the bone with top-splashes of news
I cannot create what I need on my plate
I want songs, I want poems, I want so much more
then the bad news I hear on this forked road of hate

Drenched from the fear that has clothed my days
I refuse to adhere to the orders they give
one day I hear truth one day I hear lies
one day we are living one day we might die

Pass me an umbrella the rain has drenched me anew
its pouring in a helter skelter way, and I don't know what to do

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 !

The soul would have no rainbow if the eyes had no tears. —Native American proverb


Waterfall beauties shedding crystalline tears  
an indigo vision an outpour of emotion
she thought she was loved by him,  
wherever did she get that notion?
In the beginning it was love at first sight  
but then when they fought it never showed
like the stars that disappeared in the sky
it slowly began to die ;
Years later when she found real love  
the kind that watered the roots of her soul  
she finally learned the truth about  
the inns of Love;
Waterfall beauties shedding tears of happiness
both were wet but these ones dried quickly,  
to the sound, of her crystalline laughter.

She danced over my desires like a light footed ballerina
tapping into my longings like an intuitive child of the seventies
Every drip of icicle sent shivers down my spine
and so I wrote her a letter, asking her to  quietly go away;
She answered me, with a whip of wind and a  halo from the sun
her summons were refreshing, like a snowflake on the tongue
Although I begged her to release her seasonal lurk on me
she gave me stretchy moments  filled with February days
She made me long for sunshine five hours every day
and as I synced my calendar,  March arrived Hurray Hurray !
Every hill of white and every snowflake bright
did eventually, fade away ....
She danced into my birthday month and gifted me the spring
and as I sat on my veranda I could hear the birdies sing
Every touch of her was gone at least for one more year
and so I wrote another letter, thanking her for her short stay !

He knew how to turn up the soil and seed,  
Before the sun got hot by summer's glade;    
And on his lips recounting roses creed
He gently viewed them as they swayed;  
Together in a garden built of tweed
A bloom-vestige of grace, softly arrayed;
And as the gardener drank his amber tea,  
he thought of roses and he thought of me.

A speck on the glass a reflection  of someone I knew
once ago when the world was still  and so bran new
I was a chit of the future tilting her wings to the sky  
a babe with living to do before learning to fly ;
Mirrored to the image of God
I was often considered odd
a druid with fingers of sod
arriving, each time I was  called
A citizen of the earth with knowledge beyond compare
I always knew the world belonged to the birds of the air
far removed from the present, I lived in the future
by the scry of a rock and the cry of an eagle's demure
Reflector of light,  refracted conduit  
an alter full of candlelight,
a woman of air, water, fire, Spirit
I looked into God's eyes and knew for certain who I was .

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

In the hollowed hush of heaven the whisper of a soul
and in the lit up room of stars an angel's karmic face  
Two feathered wings aloft deliverance her goal
while one is seized on earth, the other portal graced

An otiose moon assembled a duty of the night
shadows of the 5th dimension casting in the light
prying dreams of splendor identity of life
immortal as the sun her beauty, sharp as knife

Relinquishing the feel of metal grates and pain
she soon portends her destiny before she goes insane
we need to catch that train she whispers in her ear
and suddenly she's up floating without fear

In the hollowed hush of heaven, an angel talks to God
while a stretcher is removed, the sky turns white to chalk
two feathers wings of might she doesn't need a ****
volte faced attuned and free she flies, to new EPOC .

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.

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

Lost in the depth of the night
your hand finds mine
Walking along the beach
we disappear beyond the shore  
Ocean dreams, starfish wishes
I am yours, you are mine.

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 ?

They are like two beam lights that claim the stage
on a hot summer eve in the middle of a makeshift
floor parkette made of wood, varnish, and lights that aim
They are more than two American dollies dressed
in  French lace and boudoir lipsticks
They are idols of the theater talking through
cables and conductive material.  
The imagination of the viewers soar as they lose themselves
in the dark curtained stage, where reality has gone dormant
The only sound they hear is the tingly sounds
of unfolding fans made of feather and paper,
by the old vintage theater Madam who clucks and gossips
in hushed tone when the first dolly gives the other dolly,  
a soft kiss.

The End.

Inspired by Ink

Hermes, Patron God of travelers in winged sandals and caduceus staff  
you claim Godspeed as you fly on and on and on  
Nike, Goddess of victory, athletic troubadour, sweet paramour
you claim God speed as you fly on and on and on  
Iris, Goddess of the rainbow in Divine and mortal realms you go
you claim God speed as you fly on and on and on  
Eros, God of love, you take wing with cupid bows and arrow
you claim God speed as you fly on and on and on  
Boreas, as the north winds blow, your are winter's God of power
you claim God speed as you fly on and on and on  
Zephyrus, with a light wind gentle breeze every springtime, you bestow  
you claim God speed as you fly on and on and on  
Zeus, Greek God of lightning I feel your eagle feathers as I muse,  
as I claim God speed, flying on and on and on  
you open me the door and I am there once more
like a Godly inspired, “Dumbledore"
you claim God speed as you fly on and on and on
on and on and on, on and on and on.  

Ps: Dumbledore is the old English word for bumblebee.

If the Rubik's cube was round I'd roll it in the snow
caress it like a meatball then hide it in the dough
If it had same old shades of white aligned to match
and two knobby handles with a little silver catch
I would turn it slowly, rotate it, find the latch

If the Rubik's cube was spherical like soccer *****
combinatorially correct, without four simple walls
If it was soft in the center instead of hard like rock
I'd squish it into place just like a child of Dr. Spock
put it on a leash and slowly walk it round the block

If the Rubik's cube was a big old Ferris wheel of fun
I'd configure it with motion and solve it on the run
If the Rubik's cube was bally and built like solid O
I'd solve it in a jiffy, match the colors yell Bingo !
I'd wear it like a trophy and put it out for show

If the Rubik's cube was made for geniuses like me,  
they'd be far too easy, and given out for free.

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"

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.

When the sun arises in the morning above the pristine snow
and the stillness of the silence brings the panting deer ahead
When the heaven laden trees of winter slices heaven's glow
I know for sure that you will be there, in all of my tomorrows

When the train has bridged the miles across the forest glades
and the January snowflakes have swiveled through the air,  
like a thousand glistening diamonds, I will  venture into safety  
with the knowledge that you'll be there, in all of my tomorrows

When winter turns to spring and then to softer June  
I will wait inside this garden where all the flowers bloom
with the fragrance of her damask you will know that I was there
and you'll be certain of my presence, in all of your tomorrows,    

In all of our tomorrows, we'll be there.

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.

(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.

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.

Quote by author: Touch the cornerstone of our memories
and there you shall discover the amulet of love
that I once gave to you and you to me.  

In the face of love I find your heart and all you ever gave to me
the cherished days I held so dear the laughter of our youth
you
In the face of love my journey now complete is knitted
in the breaths we took together
we
In the face of love we conquered every hill
and every raging storm inside and out
us*
In the face of love no poem could describe our story,  
nor  show the hourglass of our beautiful lifetime

You touched my soul and melted it with yours my love
heart to heart no separation can ever take away
the joined assembly of our precious, precious, love.

In the land of fairy tales lives a tiny Pixie with golden orbs, etched in detail  
with two pointed ears and pointy hat she is untouchable like the Holy Grail
In the fairy Kingdom lives the Silvan Elf contented with all his Tolkien lore
and every tale brings laughter and flighting, in the Forest of "open doors"  
In this land of fairy tales, a gaggle of mages use elements without trail ;

Little dwarves no bigger then my thumb ducking beneath tall blades of grass
reconciliation spells by magic lanterns lit, from gold to yellow, copper, brass
Their territory and dominion is the land between the trees, while the muses
scribe, on illusionary parchment as translucent as a moon beam, they douse
the fires of reality. In the land of fairy tales only magic lives with cheeky sass

In the mind of children and the very old alike, lives a splendorous green haven
where all fears and loneliness is spoofed away, and all hunger quickly shaven
With mushrooms as tall as I, and crunch bit Cashews as big as a drop of dew,  
no one slumbers without a full tummy and a yamusical song of sweet renew
Magical moon whispers and pranksters with a lisper, they even got a raven

Flying solo in the sky, in this fantabulous land of imagination Victor, is hero.

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

I invite you into the path of internal freedom my friend,  
Receive the gift of joy that comes into your presence
Allow your Divine self  to flow gently into the arms of love
Give yourself time to create a worthy space within you,  
so you can live with gentle breath, upon this loving earth...
The voice of your soul is calling you
softly home.  Tender whispers light as a breeze  
are flying you back to your dwelling place.  
Embrace and receive your calm with quiet residue
and find your peaceful essence beneath the Holiest of Sun
Feel the warmth that comes from within
as you learn to let go of all negative emotions.
Breathe in and breathe out
Open yourself to the mighty chi and be the star that
illumines the skies;
as your body gives rise to the ebb and flow of life
allow your Divine self to fall gently, into the arms of love.

INTO THIS WORLD OF LOVE I HAVE BEEN PLANTED
LIKE A PRECIOUS SEED DEEP BENEATH THE SOIL
I GREW UP FULL OF HOPES AND DREAMS,  
BREATHING AND LIVING IN THIS BITTERSWEET EMBROIL;
I BELONG HERE IN AS MUCH AS THE SUN, MOON AND STARS
IN THIS WORLD OF LOVE, I TOO CAN SHINE
ALL THE KINDNESS AND LOVE IN MY HEART,  
I IMPART & GIVE TO THOSE WHO NEED IT MOST...

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.