My little one

My little one loves to have fun before the day is done and the night takes the sun
climbing trees, running around the breeze and most active activities
sometimes he cries and sometimes he just wants to read
I listen to his wants and needs and in case he falls and scrapes his knees
I sit with him and his upset
he reminds me of curiosity and the importance of recess
My little one has an imaginary friend named DJ
they play, in a marching band that stands in the rafters
his favorite sound is giggles and laughter
his favorite food is tacos and those big bowls of ice cream on hot summer days

My little one listens to my pains and aches
and takes time to let me know it is ok to make mistakes
he has dreams of growing up to be an important successful man
even though these are things he really doesn’t understand
He does what he can
He likes to play basketball with friends
and explore the forest behind his house
sometimes him and his friends pretend to be a tyranasorous or a mouse

My little one is pretty smart and has a really big heart
he feels responsibly for everything that he starts
and I remind him that not everything needs to be finished
he can change him mind in a few hours or in a few minutes
not everything is set in stone
he doesn’t have to always be right because he does know everything that is known
next year he is going to ride his bike to school
My little one makes me proud and I think he is pretty cool

When I am on my way to work sometimes I get a smile and a smirk
thinking of the old days and memories playing so joyful and happy
that boy still lives inside me and I start peddling my bike a little faster
I can go back and relive, re imagine and re connect
anytime I want to check on my little one and look after
my little one has tried to protect me and now I get to be there for him
a best friend that lives within and inside, I am glad he is still alive

Kisses

The few moments between now and forever live in a space that can only be opened by our kisses.
Through this portal which only we have access to can there be the potential of unlocking true freedom of the present manifesting the ultimate reality destined to expand the universe.
By understanding this we are obliged to keep the universe afloat and continuing it’s trek through our connection and possibilities.
The contact of our lips may help determine the fate of all that will ever be, by using what we have to steer the ship of fate itself.

The come up

She spread wings to skies known to few
shed the shell of what she had been through
holding worlds together with a glue
of truth spoken into action.
Those who knew the effort
could not question the true grit and traction
clever quibbles and poetic wiggles
cannot paint the aesthetic ripples of effect from the struggles she overcame
of troubles that only know one’s name with no where else for blame

From this distance she came from shame to grace,
from flame to an aim most cannot place.
I honor you for all that you have framed to never have things be the same in time or space.

Sparklekids 2018

Friday’s sparkling poetry~

Tent penthouse view through the Badlands
where the crew stands and fans a flame of time
A sparkle kid’s shine big as diamond mines
lawn laying finds of the Divine spiritual climb
the dance floor lit as lita moving to music from the speaker
grill cooking Steven on the stove in a cloak while Blake lights another smoke
The experience of estatic hearts move together even when apart
starting something so beautiful it lights up the dark
possibilities over every obstacle
the camp grounds of the remarkable
friendships built in allowing the temporary as burnable
feel these memories in every particle
to my friends who endlessly sparkle

Arriving to never be the same

Journey through the unknown
finding known paths made aware
writing truth tried on for size and style
becoming able to recite their nature
watchful of the creator,
greater paths still live further out
these routes cater further adventure
when it is time to go back home
shine memories in clarity from doubt
pour their experience on the return
arriving to never be the same

Every second has possibilities
forgetful of a future’s past
this present is quite enough
what a gift, that you are here
appearances aside of a tough exterior,
alive screams the soft tender measure
you are important, to a lot of people
render this chance right now
to see no equal of this happening again

When you feel ready
breathe out joy and soak in pleasure
this infinite exchange is more real
than anything you can find
healing all pains in due time
the cleverness is seeing Divine
in every second that loves occupies the mind
signed, yours truly, the sunshine

Last year Los Angeles

A beautiful tree whispered to me on Ventura Blvd.
it said there are secrets here that you can find
I can show you the song
The song your bees can dance to
lifting my eyes in reflection
I touched the feeling of weightless expanse that floated my bees to the horizon

In the horizon my bees gaze into the infinite
realizing their place here on Earth they returned back into body
buzzing with a new found joy
I took to walking
suddenly taken with a need to run
the memorable tree waving goodbye
not to be forgotten

The bees here are drunk on beauty
they go from flower to flower amazed by each encounter
never before have smells and sights taken such a touch
the bag that holds these bees almost seems to want to let them out
they understand it is for their fundamental constituency
the film is see through and hardly a bother
they also feel nostalgia of home
the bee hive has had news of powerful rain

At finger tips

Morning ritual shaman practices, by principle
dedication to the dream felt in the spiritual
Where is this place of value?
Who decides what is allowable? When it’s possible?
Why settle for that which is so predictable?
In the present she past her future
asking an audience member for a tutor
using all surroundings as classrooms for learning

a time traveling pen, at finger tips
Again and again she returned
like taking turns of soft sips of tea

inside and underneath
made an outer surface so comprehensive and complete
digging in and listening to morning rays of light, as they peak
through the trees and over the breeze
the perfect setting for writing at the pace of ease

these pieces of please
tease feasibility in the key of G
sounding off the note of reeds
blowing in the air by the sea
playing hope as their melody of expertise

The joy of ecstasy
can be felt as easily in two as it can in one
solitude, the time to feel rhythms of an inner drum
come find momentum
sharing this equilibrium with others
but first taking care to discover oneself as their own lover
at finger tips you touch the world as it exists
kissing all you encounter as the perfect fit
this journey is a ship that continues to dip and dive
shifting so that we understand why we are here and alive

Using finger tips as a measure of size
to endeavor a mind to fly
a body to rest, a hobby to revive and a soul to feel blessed
A time to say yes to what intuition begets
living moments gentle and only as of yet
until we need reminder before we forget

Love yourself

Love yourself, love your Higher Power, love others
in that order, all together
Rediscover what you have known all along,
the connections are strong, even when you feel you don’t belong
it is here with you, even when you think it is gone
loving yourself in all tendencies and tenderly
confidence and esteem to manage integrity,
practices help with consistency
Mindful meditation, empathy and care for others in recovery
The stories are all the same with a slight change
we are all on the same spectrum in a different range,
things can be re-wired in the brain,
it takes time, patience and the ability to abstain
gratitude for the haves and have nots
attitude less on the wants but to want not

As we sought through prayer to be more aware
of a higher power’s care
we can fire the old God sitting in his chair
and hire a new one who listens to you share
write a dialogue,
prepare for when in need of guidance
God and goodness speak to us in silence

Love others through loving yourself
recognize you have a hidden golden Buddha of wealth
In the search for meaning, the hand we are dealt
is what we are receiving and nothing else
we are the container, not the ice that melts
so no matter what you’re filled with or how you fill
love others, love your higher power
and above all else love yourself

The Falling Star

The Fall
Among the stars, moons and planets
from among the universe she had landed

Knocking away at memory
forgetting all identity and belonging
lost and afraid from arriving

Not without her shine
she traveled through a shrine
upon a path that she should find
an apostle in the form of an opposum
who was scared away from her light that blossoms

Continuing to shine and reflect
taking a path to trek around
next found by a skunk walking on the ground
startled by her brightness of sound
the skunk sprayed and ran westbound

This fallen star broke down
distressed, faithless and a mess with stinkiness
around a corner to a cave she would brave
hoping to find comfort in a conclave
but her light shine too bright for the enclosure
causing trouble to the bats not used to the exposure
so they drove her out as a loner

Worn out by disorder she no longer sauntered
but with nowhere to go, through the forest she wandered
looking for answers.

While she traveled looking onward was a hunter
A majestic powerful panther
attracted by the light shown outward
the predator saw an easy target to conquer
Waiting for the moment to pounce and strike
Attacking with sharp teeth and claws
she was strong and withstood the pain that came from his paws
leaving the panther dejected, unable to succeed with a mighty jaw
leaving this star fractured the panther withdrew
and in the field of morning dew did the star come to

Through that awakening she knew
that she needed to hide from others point of view
covered in mud, she patched herself to be hidden
just as the morning sun sets in, the mud began to thicken
allowing no light to penetrate outward from within
Now in search for the known once forgotten

She sees other beings
hoping for love and acceptance
the star mimics and imitates
years pass at the same rate
while she continues to assimilate
A master deceiver is the mask the star creates
so much so that she forgets what she already knows
that deep within is a star’s fiery glow

The mud thickened to a concrete shell
The feeling of who the star was did not sit well
a part always felt apart
separate, in deep longing aware
for something
for somewhere

One day she fell not walking with care
The Fall
a piece of concrete came off what she wears
light spilling through the open air
The light ignites the star from her despair
eager and encouraged to curiously investigate her hair
breaking off the shell of earthenware

In the original state she becomes conscious and aware
of who she truly is and has always been
letting others know and think of their own skin
many followed and broke off their covering
discovering what they have been hiding

This truth changed the world
brighter, more truthful and visible
fallen stars returned to shining far
capable of being who they were meant to be
and who they are