Sunflowers bloom beneath a tinted blue sky, white dollop clouds in    
Undulating fashion, hovering over yellow petals and deep golden seeds.  
Nestled in soil slim tall and beautiful, birthing cordially for the      
Floriculturist in all of us.  A wide expanse inside a garden, they    
Loom, over plants such as Gerberas,  Lilies, Carnations and Limoniums;
Open your window take in the resin scent of their lace. They are a  
Wonder of nature, a gift from Mother Earth herself.  To name a few,    
Echinacea apricot rainbow, Emilia tassel  and echinop globe thistles,
Reviving each year with renewed strength they bring us love and beauty .

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

Surrender and bond with your inner self, breathe deeply
accept the moment that has been given to you and share
the inner circles of your positive energy, be yourself  

Immerse your thoughts in beautiful light and re-incarnate
with your present concept, it is there to teach you how
to live freely, without ties to earth dramas and misshapes

Repeat your mantra " I am potential " and enter into bliss
flower your thoughts and vine them to your corporal light
breathe in the oneness of the Universe and breathe out

Water your senses with peaceful rhythm and like water
move gently into the waves of contentment one breath
at a time...  Time erased, you are a nanosecond away,

I don't need little emoticons  I need sunshine in my face
I don't need face book likes I need you over by my place

I don't need messenger chat  I need a friend  with skin on
I don't need cel beebs nor empty stares that say  I'm gone

I don't want technology to rule my day its plastic anyway  
I don't want an email to say  "I'm having a baby any day"  

but I do want to write great poetry on a sunny beach and say,
this has been a great day, I haven't googled away, my day.

Within the sparkle of the sun the music of your eyes
and on your scented pillow a sudden flash of truth    
"we can reach the other side"
Silken kisses that slide inside my heart
full of memory ray  
Whispered secrets that make no sense
innocence of one lovely afternoon
what better way to spend our three o'clock
then wrapped inside each other's gauze, ;
emotionally in love like the first day we met
we sparkle like the sun, matching each others smile  
More brilliant then a thousand watts
More jubilant then seventh heaven
More blessed then angels at the archery of God
we are, ... thank you  !

Some people live in cardboard boxes  
others between buildings
Certain individuals beneath a tent
others under bridges, or close to dumpster bins
Palpitating life on the street,
you never know who your going to meet
It can be lonely and  cold out there,  
some people's houses are made of brick and some of air
Some old folks wear pajamas at night and own heat  
others huddle in layered used clothing, shivering from cold
under garbage bags and ***** things;
I for one thank God every day for the roof over my head
No greater comfort, then owning a front door with a lock
and a furnace that works ;
A mattress with blankets, pillows that smell nice
Thank you God for all of that .

Another world another time when you were mine
A sunny day a breath away when we just met
Assembled disassembled, you and I were one

Beautiful moments shared in honesty
Brave talks that opened hearts and souls
Birthing our love with intermediate breaths

Closeness happened and we found each other
Closing the curtains we opened ourselves  as
Cajoling kindred spirits , mirroring the self

Zephyr winds, playing a symphony of love on my reddened cheeks.  
Every strand of hair is a silk ribbon of fresh dancing in the breeze
This beautiful Countryside brings me to my knees, on this exceptional, wonderful month of September.
With the breeze in my hair and a saffron sun shining,
I sit in harmony with  rhythmic songs of Autumn.
Feeling the need to act like an adventurous child, I stop on the roadside to climb an old wooden fence.  The apple orchard tempts me to help myself,
so I do, biting into a juicy apple savoring it, for all its flavor.
I recall my grandmother well, in her small kitchen baking apple pies
as the scent of baked apple and brown sugar grazed my senses
I learned the meaning of, "Nature tells no lies"
It was a fruit explosion of Autumn delight, there to wet my appetite
A light wind carries me away once again, to grandfather's apple orchard
where his smile was as bright as the coral reefs in fall
oh I tell you, those Autumns were fantastic, back when I was
only five feet tall.

A Revised Edition      
From The Works of the Late Edgar Allan Poe, vol. II, 1850

In the icy air where the stars do sprinkle bright
keeping time, keeping time
with the jingling bells of night
it is there I lay my heart, my lonely heart  

Hear the mellow wedding bells
the golden bells of happiness, ringing to foretell
Through the balmy air of night how they ring with such delight
from the molten-golden notes, the liquid ditty floats

A gush of euphony within her dwells
for a future that foretells of the rapture that impels
from the swinging and the ringing of the bells,
to the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!

Later how they clang and clash and roar in the throbbing air
hear the tolling of the bells, the bells, the bells
in a world of solemn thought, their monody compels
in the silence of the night she shivers with affright

And the lover oh the lover, dwelling deep inside the steeple
all alone,.. tolling, tolling, in that muffled monotone
turns her heart to solid stone, as she listens to the bells  
the bells, the bells, the bells...

I had been searching high and low for the perfect cat
visited adoption centers and grooming centers every day
Then one day I decided to walk into a pet store at the mall
and lo and behold, in front of me was the prettiest black cat
I knew the sales girl well I used to call her "the cat whisperer"
She treated every cat with such loving reverence
When I asked if I could adopt her she just stared at me blankly
"Do you realize that today is Halloween"
there is a rule  here, we don't sell black cats on Halloween!  
Some people are cruel and torture them
I shook my head not believing what I was hearing;
Meanwhile two big green eyes pinned me as if to say ,
"won't you adopt me please, get me out of here "
The sales girl relented partly because she knew me,
partly because of her soft tender heart,
"tell you what,  fill in the papers and  come back tomorrow "
I smiled as the world righted before my very eyes,
she licked her paws then let out the cutest meowl,  
she was mine, and she knew it !

Throughout the history of human kind spirituality
has been the vehicle that leads us to a new modality
As breath is linked to life, it is the transient carnality
of the spirit, the one forever flow of wholesome chi
To breathe is to live, to live is to exist with extensity
born to take our first breath with lung flexibility,  
we learn to appreciate our duration and existentiality
as we be breathed and speeded, into infancy  
We live and have our moments in expectancy  
honoring each other with loyalty and compliancy  
The breath is the life and the life our determinacy
to exist, in a world of utter lunacy and discrepancy .

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=dIoleidZAiQ

Miles away from home where the sun is on fire with yesterdays dreams
an Indian sari gown of silk and bead arrives  bending the wind to its  will
warm rain and saffron tinted skies caress gold eyelids and irises of old
Miles away from home the strings of my guitar recall Indian streams
and warm walks on the beach. A faint song  clings to her ghostly figure
like a lyrical refrain, while a fading light begins to lose its shine ....
August smiles still simmer on my mind ,  I was a young man in love  
with a Princess who cradled my heart to the rocking motion of the moon;
She took me to Saffron Hill, then flowered me with poetry, oh what a thrill
to be so close to the sun and not to burn from the throws of her quill ...
Miles away from home I felt the power of her light and then she was gone,
like the monsoon rains of India, she disappeared in September leaving me
to strum my sitar in a Cincinnati bar, watching neon lights light up,  
I told it to old Fred , but he just smiled at me and handed me
a saving thread , "Son,  you'll always have your memories"      
and then, he handed me another Sangria, the color of her swiveling dress

August 3, 2020

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.

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.

Galaxies away the echo of stars makes her bloom
this rose made of warm inside a heated hand *
Fine tuning her soul to the chime of a thousand crystal pieces  
she blasts out and planets resound within her Chalice heart;
Resonating inside her, the peeling bells of Notre- Dame
contain her whole Universe...
Tucked safely inside an IVEAN cloak she lives free
no longer part of this global world.  
A star of multiple constellations, she belongs only
to One identifiable light,  HIS  own.
Evolving endlessly in time she reverberates and rings  
entering God's vestibule of heaven without a single sound
Wearing the immortal crown of existence she delves  
in, a crowning moment of glory
The mirror shatters in a million tiny pieces and all of truth  
arrives, making her whole once again.

They were bright little elves, mischievous but good
creative as can be  known as gnomes of the North Pole
Santa's sleigh began to slow so they did all they could  
the spirit-meter read low and it could not run on coal,  
so they filled it with hot cocoa and a tad of faithful gist.
  
Intuitive as heck they decked the workshop halls with glee
knowing very well insightful Santa could smell a foul tree
But then before the big old flight, he asked a ***** elf
"why do you smell like chocolate boy? "make a note to self"
it was then that Santa doubted but heh the presents come  first!

Off he went with a bag of toys as the elves made so much noise
clever little beings that they were, they all waved with poise
Up the chimney down the chimney  the sleigh just ran and ran
hot on the trail of children's hopes it flew with a yes I can .
Santa  saw that the spirit-meter was low and full of thirst
  
He thought and thought, and then he saw  a chocolate leak  
dripping down his boot, he knew, the elves had had a peek
but when he saw the joy on the children's faces in a dream
he knew that his  magic elves were geniuses of their realm  
and he was glad they got the sled to fly, with a cocoa burst.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qrgU23IkC9w

We are like the four seasons of the earth, spring, summer ,fall and winter
First we are born like newborn babes springing into life by push of womb
then we are pulsing like heartbeats in a world that surrounds our battle cry  
Slowly we become summer letting our branches stretch strong and solid,
we still have spring in our step but we now got fires of July in our blood ;
Then falls arrives and places burnished reds and golds in our aging coat,
flecks of wisdom in our eyes and laughter lines around our aging mouth ;
Winter arrives and kisses us with her frozen dollops of snowflakes, it is
then that we first realize that our limbs are not as subtle as they used to be.
We are like the four seasons and for a good reason
one minute we are a lighthouse , a beacon
and the next we are like clothing, out of season
Time is everything and nothing in this journey of self discovery
we need to keep pace with ourselves and change accordingly
If we are to reach a ripe age of reason, then we must learn to love
each and every season of our life.
Do I Hear Amen to that ?

Majestic mornings gleamed from heaven's gate
the world is yours my friend so seize the day
When Autumn's soup Terinne of soft agate
turns Bisqued and fired, do not look away

Take in the splendor of His Pryrite sun  
and when the till is done take time to pray
Give Grace the upper hand and never run
enjoy each day for nothing gold can stay

Equinox of beauty learn to say goodnight
to vernal echoes of your blessed youth  
Help your next of kin share your liquid light
when shorter days arrive don't be uncouth

Be as smooth as an Autumn sunset, glow
for life is too short, and you never know.

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.

Star collector probe on the march inside a residuary marsh,  
a signage in big blue neon letters blare " Stuckey's Place"
time to have a snack.   I unwrap the cellophane "Elmer's paste pies"
I think that the foreign speaking Alien in the air stream
is none else then my friend Quoth,  interstelling with
foreign intelligence of the fourth order...
I take a bite of the pastry, its to boot. I can tell from the grin on his face
that although he's travelled gojillion miles to run away from earth,  
he is happy to be here, using his baking skills on a waterlogged planet of choice !
A non-binary service robot winks at me and offers me a palette full of
little brown shroomy things that once were, you got it ,
fungi mushrooms from earth ;
"Frazusoosh" says a tetronic voice that reminds me of my computer
when its burping out a virus;
I try and call for help but my cel goes AWOL. I hear DING **** BLEEP
"Drack's *****!  I'm stuck here for all eternity" I say to Quoth. He shrugs,
"There are worse places to be ! This Puny planet has obnoxious fumes
that corrode my chromium tail, but its not so bad. Here I can bake
magic fractal mushrooms and all"
"Oh for the love of God Quoth, your human, get it, HUMAN !"

tHE eND.

If I had wings the size of helicopter blades
I would circle the world over and look for you
If I owned bulbous sheen o'er Irish glades
tinged in bronze I would enhance, accrue
the worldly space of you, for I love you

If I were paper or some origami glue    
I would enfold your secrets inside my heart    
If I were a harbinger of love an Angel of hue
a Carvaggio masterpiece of light and dark  
I wouldn't need to travel far to be with you

If I knew the waltz I could dance to your music  
I would leave behind my celestial lair
If I knew you needed me, I would be quick
I'd turn back the time and fly through the air
land at your side because I do care

I'd circle the world for the ripple effect of  your smile,  
then enter your soul, just to bridge the last mile.

Wolf is a symbol of guardianship, ritual, loyalty and spirit. Having the ability to make quick emotional attachments, it trusts their own instincts. We too should do the same, trust our hearts & minds, and have control over our lives.
When St. Francis encountered the wolf of Gubbio in 1220, he did not fear its coated fury armor and when the creature devoured animals and humans and became a force to be reckoned with, St. Francis  made the sign of the cross and went out to meet the wolf , one on one.  The crowd followed him from behind but as St. Francis entered the wolf's lair they held back,  keeping a safe distance, they could watch and not be harmed. The wolf at first rushed at Francis with open jaws. Again Francis made the sign of the cross and commanded the wolf to cease his attacks in the name of God. The wolf trotted docilely and lay at his feet. Placing his head on Francis's hands he listened to Francis:
"Brother wolf, you have killed men at the image of God, so now  you are worthy of death but if you make peace with us, we will forgive your past offences and you shall live.  The wolf bowed its head and submitted to Francis, completely at his mercy.  The wolf placed one of his forepaws in Francis' outstretched hand and the oath was made once ferocious wolf now behaved like a household pet.  Like the wolf, we too have our net worth, as compassioned  beings, capable of change.  So tell me, after reading this, where do you stand on the empathy scale ?  Are you going to help the wolf change, or are you going to watch him fail.
The End.
(when we all stand around and watch, we all lose)

I will not leave you comfortless says the Lord of LOVE
I will come to you child, like the soaring doves above  
no stone shall brush your tender feet
no winds shall crush your finest wheat
I will not leave you faithless says the Lord of joy
I will come to you wearing the armor of LOVE
I will be your hero your noble one
I will be your one and only Son
I will not leave your mourning alone says the Lord of ease
I will come to you, like a bending tree on a summer breeze    
no prayer shall go untold
no sheep shall leave its fold
I will not leave you comfortless says the Lord of LOVE
I will come to you, like the soaring doves above...

There is a flower within each one of us
longing to blossom to the sound of our breath
Stars of beauty annihilate in a sky of shine
while we slumber in relaxed  mode beneath
the sphere of heaven's Zen

Fortitude and hope gather through the tunnel haze
where the center core of our well being
sits in the silence of our created space
We are but one being in an entire human race
grazing possibilities into the daring dreams

Oneness is made possible when we communion
with the atmospheric beings of Godly frequency  
Solitude becomes a desired quest
as the night shows up with all her sacred realms
of beauty and splendor

Let us bloom together
towards a tomorrow bereft of sorrow and loss.

A night fairy fantasy with a magic blue umbrella
levitating into a phantasmal world of silver dragon flies  
She is a Fairy Damsel with 24 gold petals  
Dancing to the spellbinding tune of a Pixie brigadoon
she is unaffected by time in this far remote little place,
where everything is left behind, even reality.  
Enter into the Sanctuary of  pure Make Believe ...
Just like Mary Poppins who was wind blown from the east
you too can be transported into a time and place
where magic is sprinkled with elective grace ;
A six inch Fairy with a whimsical pose
is calling out to  you o'er a flaming cauldron,  
Two dragonfly wings and a touch of fairy dust
here take a sip or two, if you find it too strong we can always adjust.

I saw the little green light shimmering from my window
"come join us in the forest" they  whispered my way  
"they are all asleep and it is Christmas day
come join us, on mother earth's parkay"  
said the harpist as she plucked a unicorn glowed
Two emerald wings clapping happily, a hummingbird fairy
a tiny snail and the deer, all part of the master plan
the ****** sat  on the plaid, a gift from good old Nan    
all joined to the hip with a bunny named Stan
and singing mushrooms, so light and so airy
Yes off the the forest I glided alone and quite content
as the fish with his mouth agape treaded the waters of jubilee
the glen came alive with festive sounds, a garland of poetry
I was transported into a different world to party,  
it was like celebrating with friends, beneath a magic tent.

As a human life you are so strong and so full of loving ties
and you are the one living thing on earth that matters most
Existing on this plane, a precious being with all your worth
you cause the sun and moon to light up the sky and the stars
to shine.  They know the value of your gold and everyday
for the sake of you, the dawn turns up the light and every
night for the sake of you, the dusk turns down the sheets
of time.  You were created in a way that  is most sublime;
You are the framework of perfection with flesh and bones
endowed with a pumping heart and an energetic soul.  When  
you smile the world gathers in for the warmth of you.  When  
you dote on your reflection, the waters reflect , YOU;  
A celestial body having a human experience of old.  You are at  
the center of a Universe made for Masters and Servants, some  
of us, made of matter some of us transparent.  When it comes to your
dreams, they have a right to live, so rest easy in
the thought dear one that the fate that awaits you is a good one. In good time you will realize the best gift you can give yourself, is the gift of you, to others.
Yours truly, Mystic Rose

In the mirror of life the ripples of time project anew  
while each moment of light simply reflects back to you
every changing nuance captured from a distance
is focused to the point of radius, it's your accrue
Incurved leaning towards your personal perception
the mirror of life delivers the path to your personal truth
Whether accurate or not you shape your reflection
according to what you see and what you deduce;
Intuit thoughts arise and suddenly the mirror cracks
with arms wide open, "come to accept yourself"
In a world of monumental perfect, flaws are beautiful too
the mirror of life is kind to you, when you decide to look
deeper than the surface, wider than the sea
in the end the mirror says, " it's always been you and me "

On the morning after
a bath of light is vortexed in the embers of last night
A spool unravels beneath
his fervent gaze, she has been happily loved

"LOVE WEAVES A MYSTERIOUS MAGIC SPELL"

that no earthly thought can ever undo
A thread of hope, diamond wishes, he's out of her league  
still she dreams of wedding dresses and just one word,  

" I Do"

Hung on a brick wall the mummy looks spooky
its Halloween time and her timing is fluky
she prowls down the lane committing mutiny
hostile as a devil she breathes foul frumenty

Dried up like an old prune she flies like a goon
hovering over the kids that live in Saskatoon
with a menacing laugh she fills them with doom
as they run to hide they leave plenty of room

But oh how she knows where the children go
with their looby loo ways spilling candy intoe
she's been well preserved and she's full of woe
angry as a mad witch, who just stubbed a toe

Better close that door and lock it twice
she's mad as a hornet and not very nice
******* on brains is her only device
this mummy from Sask, never knocks thrice.

“Looking back, I’m ashamed of what I was
I’m different now, though not without flaws
Each crest becomes a trough, as we move on
God slowly steers soul towards a new dawn”

I was a dusty carpet always ignoring abuse, it was being piled
never differentiating between a real friend and an opportunist
I always made sure I gave others more then I gave myself,
my heart was always a blood bath and my soul hurt like hell
At the age of thirty six I began my journey with a therapist  
who found the little girl in me and helped her rise again  
Locked inside a suitcase at six, the world to me was closed  
I started living again, this time I became my own best friend
I learned to say no when I meant no and yes when I meant yes  
there were adjustments along the way, with family and friends
but sooner or later they came to realize I had seen a new dawn
and I wasn't going to be used as a runner for their ***** feet
God slowly steered my heart towards a wholesome love of self,  
after freeing my soul I embraced the fire and began living again.

Copyright © Mystic  Rose |2024

Too many years spent in depression buried beneath a pile of regrets
pills of every color aside my glass, cuts of every size scabs included
Broken pieces of my heart scattered from Newfoundland to Toronto
I had forgotten the taste of content and the sound of chattering friends

They tried to help me by taking me to therapy but I cried myself to sleep
every time I spoke to him, about my childhood pain and the awful abuse
One day I decided to go visit an old chapel that kept their side door open  
this kind woman let me in and ushered me into a back pew then left

I felt a rush of panic,  all I wanted was to run but then I began to talk
the words spilled out of my heart, onto a crucifix of pewter and gold
I told him all my secret fears and all the things my mind struggled with
gazing upon that cross I suddenly realized that he'd been broken too

On a crumpled piece of paper I scratched out three words " I choose life "
then I left the chapel door open and walked out into the sun, alive...
Its not like I cured myself all at once it took time, but I finally did it
one day at a time , first I crawled, then I walked, then I saw the light

Quote by: Rumi
(You are not a drop in the ocean but an entire ocean in one drop)
Beaten and whipped scoured and wrung like a dish cloth
am I
inside this night gown the sweat and grime of a lifetime
am I ?
Fish or woman master or slave of my own self
am I
good or bad demon or saint I don't really know who
I am
Then he sings to me a song I knew from my childhood
" The I Am "    song....
and suddenly, I'm fire, I'm host and all of the above
I am a child, hungry to eat his word and drink His love
I am His and He is mine
Together we are...

It begins with the first breeze of morning across the sea shore
phonographic moments from early rising seagulls, arriving
at the edge of dawn, soaring into the blueness above
Initiating the steps to a beautiful day break the shore awakens,  
with a harmony of sounds, orchestrated to perfection by nature;
Footsteps in the sand
salted lips and hands
wet feet digging deep
while others are still asleep
Front view seat on the cool cool spot, there she sits and waits for him  
a wild chestnut horse with pony box hooves, running swift as the wind
She named him Red Beauty for the flecks of his eyes are rubies of light
in the slow rising sun.
He trots nigh away
but here she will stay
til' the sun burns inside
all the tears she has cried

It all starts with a dream, at the edge of the shore
with a girl and a horse racing right through the door
all the while the wind chimes, as the sea shells incline  
at the end of the day she goes home, just in time.

Late at night as I disappear from the public eye of the world
and leave behind all my worries and fears,
I take to the sky like a silent kite soaring in silence towards the stars
entering the sanctuary of a quiet moon;
With arms outstretched  I long for the sliver of dusk to bathe  me anew
and to clothe  me with her shimmering gown of shedding pink;
O'er by the sea I watch the urchins as they whisper to the mermaids
Captains christening their ships with  spy glass devotion,  
into the mysteries of night they go, gliding towards new horizons;
I lay on a hammock of woven cotton tucked between two hefty clouds of white,  no one here to sing to me except angels with their bugles and golden voices...
This is (my private universe) and only the stars are privy to my smiles,
as I glide into this daydream in the middle of the galaxy
Late at night I disappear from the world awash with eyes of stardust
in the morning I wake up and realize that the world is not my place ,
its only a parking lot for the human race, and I don't belong in it...

October 3, 2020

I had my eye on him since the third grade, but I never told him how I felt
Back then girls were girls, they were never meant to be cheeky or bold
He sat behind me in math class, while he counted numbers on the board
I counted the beats of my heart each time he leaned in to ahum, cheat,

"I love the way your hair smells like rain"
he'd half whispered into his copybook
As he copied another math answer
he sent me thoughts laced with love

I was just a beginner with no flowery words or poems for Carlton cards
dad always said a good girl should be sensible and be good at accounts
As my daydreams accumulated like daisies on a windblown field of gold
I began to scrawl his name with a HB pencil, on my composition book...

"I love the way you smart me over "
he whispered a little octave higher
as he gleamed and then tried on his own
the intricate equation of math's design

I grew up and left to live in Nevada.  For years I never set eyes on Enzo again
then one day I happened to open a magazine and there he was all grown up
He had become a bank tycoon with a boat and a car and a big orphan house
So, I wrote him a letter and inside I added the first poem I ever wrote.

"I love it when you lean over my shoulder "
for some reason that I cannot phantom,
I get visions of you and me it a vat of grapes
If you did not exist, I'm sure I'd make you up

as for the poems I never wrote, well, after all our years together,
when I look into his deep blue eyes, I know he knows each one by heart...

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

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.

From an aerial view, the sight of a beautiful red train
chugging along down the railway track
takes my breath away;


One moment I am watching a funnel shaped smoke stack sending puffs,  
up towards the white cottony clouds then disappearing,  
and the next I am hearing the sound of a whistling blowing.
A melodious voice is heard as a conductor enounces,  
"tickets please,"
Out of my pocket I produce an admission ticket
that was long overdue ...
With one cotton white glove he presses the ticket
between his fingers then holds it up to his gold monocle and smiles ,
"welcome aboard then !"
He traipses over to supposedly important passengers that I cannot see  
and leaves me sitting there, wondering about our destination.
How I got so lucky as to enter this magical snow train I have no idea,  
but the scent of this leathery Kirlian man, still clings to my thoughts
like a revenant moment from a long forgotten past.

To Be Continued...

Long ago before the High Fae before man, there was a Cauldron
They say all the magic was contained inside it since the world began  
One day it fell in the wrong hands and great horrible things were done to it
Many an object was forged but eventually it ran away heading for the hills  
It could not be destroyed, for it was made of many things, including steel
Late at night behind the mountains in the deep thick forest
the village people heard banging, clanging, and smacking
but when the morning arrived, all was quiet once again
Then one day a brave little boy went into the forest to see
The cauldron sensing the boy near stopped the thwacking right away
"Jiminy Cricket" what do we have here"  cried the boy
Cauldron spewed red lava from its top, then sirens like a cop
"not so loud" whined Jeremiah, just hold still and I will help you
then he scraped and he slashed and he pulled all night
until the cauldron was bare,  beneath the moonlight
Long ago before the dark witches of Chenwick village chanted in bold
their was a lovely Cauldron that refused to do evil, or so I was told.

Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2021

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h solitary moon how brightly you shine in the quiet interlude of night
magically appearing onto the waters, at the edge of the  globe as you heal.  
The peaceful frequency of your bright lunar light shimmers reflecting onto  
the waters below.  Ripples of calm across the sea, here to mesmerize me;
Pulsing vibrations of the most ethereal kind helping me to unwind beneath
the stars of heaven.  (B)
Oh luminescent moon how splendid you are inside a sky of ebony and stars
picturesque and beautiful as a work of art, you are the cadence of beauty;
Moon flowers bloom from every corner of my mind as I watch you softly
appear over the new horizon. All my hopes and dreams are floating  towards
your moonlit beams.  (b)
Oh dear half moon, your crescent  smile cradles my heart and reminds me
how precious Gods hands were,  the day He made a jewel such as you.  
You keep us peaceful and content to watch , as you glow your light upon
the earth and you keep us wishing for sacred spaces . (B)
Oh solitary moon how brightly you shine, you are the most divine of God's
lanterns in the sky.  Were I to travel into your celestial temple I would fold
my hands just so, and mimic your purent after glow.
Thank you moon for shining down on me tonight, and thank you for allowing
me a glimpse of eternity.

Propellent syndromes rotating with energetic drum
the winds of time begin to churn your soul begins to hum;  
Through the portal of time you go regressing, progressing
forever moving forwards, you are a tiny little string;  
Dangling at the edge of time, waiting for the big rebirth
with the sun, moon and stars hung around your girth,  
you slowly decline at the doorway of heaven's nook
and enter mothers womb as she delivers you with shook;
Ferris wheel cries cracking the silence of dusks headdress
the dawn is a blush of bruises but the eyes, oh!  the eyes
they are two luminous stars of love, here is no surprise
the old soul has done it again, thundering back in, mortal
as you once were.  Immune to taste, sight, and smell,  
a propelling syndrome rotating with energetic drum,  
the winds of time has brought you back, now hum.

June 7, 2021