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Loophole of Love

By

On August 21, 2013

In Poetry

V1:

You won’t break your promise

Even if we’re a doubting Thomas

Gold Streets the common pavement

Mansions and lives fill ed with endless entertainment

Music never imagined before

Rocking eternity with your sacred score

 

Chorus:

We all yearn to know

Even if we don’t let it show

Got to be something more

This we can’t ignore

 

V2:

Beautiful island in cornfields of love

A home- coming parade from up above

Kewl King of the heart

My hero, my superman, the one who’s off the chart

Invade my life and make me your queen

Make this small town a mighty music scene

 

Chorus

 

Bridge:

Who can come if in a hate citation?

The hope of a “loophole of love” for creation

But don’t ask me- I’m in sales not administration

 

V3:

The promise land- in paradise with you

A family reunion in bodies brand new

Sickness, sadness and poverty no more

New life with you is never a bore

Laughing, singing and shining bright

This is my beautiful dream tonight

Gold Paved

By

On December 12, 2012

In Poetry

Gold paved roads with gemstones inlayed

All around town                                                                                                                                            who can be down?

 

Just appeared

Holy crap, is that…

Weird

 

Cars float to destinations

No gas in the tank

Painted with colors never before ranked

 

Create your own float transport

Onyx cars rock

But I prefer diamond

With floating mother of pearl wheels…

 

Black and white ska-checkered drive

Maze of people waiting in line

Dancing in the cornfields

Can’t wait to get in and shine

 

Cross the river of forgiveness

towards the fruit of the trees

Partake of the leaves…

 

Of healing

Sooth your soul

And start believing

 

Party’s about to begin

Show’s alright

Daddy-bouncer keeping it real

 

Life-bliss and an Earth brand new

Starts here and soon

I’m laughing with you

All you gooney-goon-goons

 

Is this real -Or is it a dream

So happy I could scream

Good bye old and hello new

My hometown is now

TRUE

Winter Rose

By

On December 2, 2012

In Poetry

On a hill in the Tepeyac Desert

Juan met her in amazement

It was a cold night in December

He would forever remember

Along with millions throughout the centuries to come

She wore a blue-green yellow-starred mantle

Hands clasped in front of her

Dress made of red and gold -loosly flowing

Green leaf-like designs showing

From her neck to her toes

A soft light surrounded her

Like warm summertime-sun rays

It shone three feet out to share

Roses surrounding her in the air

Bringing a soft-sweet scent of divine-aroma

To be infamously called “Queen of Mexico”

Her royal love for all

Requested of him to build there a church

For all people who come in search

Thus came the winter rose that day

Door

By

On August 3, 2012

In Poetry

 I was flipping the pages.
To the small handbook of wonder, while
Asking some questions, I’m amazed

It surely seems crazed.

I peered into my soul, to what should we ask?
I know- will you assist me, in each task?

I’m here at your service, or am I the one in need?
Now I know- it shows me, how to plant the seed.

Simply remember, whoever wants truth and light,

Look within for your heart’s insight.

The entire universe is the exercise book- simply do the math.
Not many ways there, I see only one path.

Creating as we wish, we color our book.

The day is complete when giving it a child’s look.

We are free to color it solid black,

Out of fear of a future attack.

But as I kiss the pages and bow low to the floor,

I see your mercy is a wide-open door.

 

 

Sea of Love

By

On April 19, 2012

In Poetry

Closing her eyes, pillow cradling her head,

She melted into the soft down comforter.

Looking at the ceiling deep in thought,

She stretched up her arms in thanks.

Thanks for her family, thanks for her home,

Thanks for making everything right- even

When it isn’t,

Thanks for the birds,

Thanks for your peace and

Thanks for so many things.

She thought what an impossible

Unending list to make-

When gratitude is attempted.

A warm breeze brushed against her cheeks

With the sound of cars passing in the distance

Bringing memories of the ocean’s waves

Caressing the white sandy beach.

Divine presence entered the room as she

Took a deep breath and relaxed

Into a sea of love.

Quietly a serenade from the stars

Enveloped her with sweet sounds of music

And living light;

Colors alive which she had never

Seen before.

Swimming around her room were hues of

Purple, red, yellow, and green with

A fragrant and golden shimmer of light

She welcomed with all her heart

The source of all goodness

As He whispered to her soul.

What He said to her

On that warm spring day

Will echo forever in her heart.

You are my precious daughter and I love you.

You are safe in my arms and I will be with you always.

She was silently bewildered

With tears streaming down her cheeks,

Tasting the salt on her lips

Until the realization of what just happened

Jolted her up to her feet

For a dance with God,

Who she now knows

Even more,

How much He loves her.

Open Door

By

On February 29, 2012

In Poetry

I was flipping the pages
My small handbook of wonder,
Asking some questions, I’m amazed
At how it all seems so crazed.

I asked of my soul, to what should I ask?
I know, will you assist me, in each task?

Here at your service,
Or am I the one in need?
Only know- it shows me, how to plant the seed.

You should know, whoever wants truth and light,
Only then will they find it by their own sight.

The entire universe is my
Exercise book
I will only need to do the math.
It is not real, but only a path.

I can color my book,
Create it how I wish –
with just an inward look

I am free to color it black,
In fear of a future attack.
I Can tear out the pages,
Put it down on the floor,

Or shall I keep it as an open door?

Morph

By

On February 1, 2012

In Poetry

Sensations of physical weakness

Headache-sick feeling like that Saturday morning

Hangover

I’ve read its called

ascension syndrome

Wanting to go home

Brain spinning round as fast

As the ceiling fan turns on its

High-speed setting

Stumbling like the drunk man dizzy

Dancing the two-step

Trying

To find his way

Out the door

Feeling as if my tired brain

Would dissolve into my pillow

Blinded for weeks on end

In hibernation

Transforming into 12-strand

DNA as a butterfly

Morphs

From the cocoon

Inside the dark

Lifeless confines

I slowly wake up

From the old to

New spiritual DNA

Spinning into a bright

Light-body

I am being

Re-Created

Into new life

I’ve read

Drummer

By

On January 15, 2012

In Poetry

I can’t get in sync with the beat

Of this music

Too slow, sad and full of skips

I’ll just have to

 

Dance and sing along

With my own

Groovy drummer

Who tells me

 

Everything

Is unfolding

Just as it

Should

 

Let’s go towards

The music over here

It is free of fear

And full of cheer

 

Even though

It’s far away and faint

I can still hear

It in my soul

 

The universe is calling

With the sweet beat

And it’s from our source

Of course

Henry

By

On December 12, 2011

In Poetry

Henry has a green face

With a rubber band wig

His eyes are googily and each strand

Shakes as I write

His smile is wide with a red tongue

Inside

He has

Blue eye shadow and a triple triangle tie

White stars on his shirt and he smiles

At me as I try to write

A story of my love

Who gave me

Henry…

It

Makes me smile

Inside

As I think about

My love

Christmas

By

On December 12, 2011

In Poetry

An introduction for all to hear

Your love and light so very near

Discard the veil and open your eyes

See our great God without his disguise

 

Sing songs to Christ of love and delight

Awaiting your blessed peace tonight

Each new year with a renewed heart

Full of wonder and might

 

 Sweet, sweet, Jesus

Come back soon and lead us

Your light will soon shine so bright;

Your love will soon be quite a sight

 

Peace for all my brothers and sisters

Sending love to all with guitar blisters

Peace on earth goodwill for all

Is an order quite tall

 

Christmas comes only once a year

Oh baby Jesus; how I would love to hold you near

We love that you came to us; we love that you care

I love that you saved me; from all my despair

 

All your fans here on earth

Celebrate your holy birth

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