I don't wish for my poems to be explained by teachers,
scholars, or philosophers.
I do not wish to have them broken down to find meaning within
or for them to be celebrated by others
because of who I may become.
I wish that my poems speak to your soul, heart and mind.
I want my words to resinate with your spirit.
More than any other words could.
Let the poems, speak to your soul.
Let it speak its own message.
I wish for this to be the examination of my work.
- n.s.

The streets only glisten after rain,
Puddles catch the setting sun or
Soup the city's flickering street lights:
Suddenly the landscape is scattered with diamonds.

Sea shells only appear after a storm,
The waves kick and scream only
The best and the biggest ones to the surface:
Decorating the shore with rediscovered treasures.

A wolf only sings when it cries,
His echoes in the moonlit valley
Resinate from his shuddering chest:
Flying across the land ever so effortlessly.

Art is only lovely when it is broken,
Tear drop stains leave the best character --
Silenced screams in paint strokes entice:
Humans lie when they say they love a happy ending.

His touch was only gilded as a memory.

The city sleep but
im still awake
runnin through my mind
not a canidate
you're the president
i don't want you there
But you resinate
Remember when
You were cryin on my bed
cause i caused you pain
The fact that you still loved me
Is so insane
But
one too many times you
felt this way
even after all this time i'm
still ashamed
wish i could explain
~
Yeah
you were layin on my chest
it was pourin rain
you told me that you loved me
got me shivering
Years flew by still
i felt your butterflies
so down on one knee
swear to god i almost cried
~
Swear to god i almost died
~(64)
Swear you're still my pride
swear you're still my bride
swear i always loved you
Bed's colder on your side
swear if i could change the past
get back to better times
i would leave before it started
cause our future is a crime

our future is a crime
our future is a crime
the way that you once loved me
still playing in my mind
this mental penitentary
stuck me in a bind
Struggle every day just to
keep myself in line
Or keep myself in check
checkin out a bottle boutta
stuff it down my neck
checkin out a model
just like all of my regrets
can't see what's right in front of me
looking at what's next
Greener on the other side
learn to be content
livin in regret
livin aint the best
Dont be mistaken
i aint suicidal yet
just miss my baby girl
Still better than the rest



Live in the day boy
don't live for tomarrow
Love what you have
don't forget it's all borrowed
The past is the past
and the future's tomarrow
All you have is today
won't you put down your sorrow

I try to write an epic poem
But all that comes when my soul breaks
Is seeing you wrapped up in blankets
Waiting upon your heartbreak

Routinely expecting false hope, false  courage
False everything that we all hold dear
For somebody else to say we're stupid
For holding hope in our our thoughts so clear

I try to write an epic poem
That will resinate with the masses beyond
But all that will happen, from here and now
Is that we will wait, not in ocean but pond.

I hear the guitar play,
Its steel strings resinate a tune that is unfamiliar to me.
its at that point I notice you dancing in the corner of the room.
Moving like water, so beautiful.
If you were a colour you'd be lilac, or perhaps lavender, if there is a difference, I do not know.

If I were a courageous man, I would waltz over, timing it to the delicate music and make my entrance into your life, however I am not a courageous man.
Instead I will stay here and sip my bitter drink, thinking about how our life could have been together.
It would have been great.

Let us drink, the rays of sun in new day,
and play in fields of a poets mind,
getting drunk on our creative juices.

Let us breath deep, to feel empowered,
and resinate in the energies of love,
to feel oneness in the sacred moment.

Let us feel at home in every step,
and enter the carvers of heart
to write a grand symphony of lyrics.

Let us all celebrate, with glass full of special words
and use our creative minds with grace
to rise dancing on roads lined with blossoms.

Let us all say gratitude for the chain we've forged
and recall our passions to script in oneness
to move knowing we're  blessed and a blessings.

And, Let us swim far in our own waters of artistic waves
and touch one another sharing love
to make a new world where compassion rules,
and peace prevails.

StarBG © 2017

Love and peace is the oxygen of the soul.
The essence and fuel of life.

Embrace it, drink it like a fine wine.
Savor its delicious attributes,
and let it ignite your heart.

Love and peace is the oxygen to life
The breath that makes one dance.

Feel its power and energies expand.
Allow your dreams to flow with awe,
and let it guide you for harmony.

Love and Peace is the oxygen to God.
The tool that connects one to their passion.  

Experience bliss inside human form.
Resinate with a grateful heart,
and know you’re part of everything.