Face Value!

Remember glistening off the coast of marvelous…
Giving away best intentions to any passerby?
da Vinci captured your mystery for all to see
In the eye of his Beholder, was beauty for his travesty.
You are the dreaming vagabonds over hills to mountains free!
A distributor of wavelength symphony, harmonic energy!
Your voice of laughter hums the drums too sympathetic quietly.
Oh dear smile
Won’t you laugh for your own warmths company?
Don’t abandon yourself over some things not meant to be.
Think of all their hard work, yet the Buzz of the honey bees
There is nothing more sweeter than “the forest for the trees”!
Curl each end of your making
Share with the world everyone’s priceless virtue,
Gleam your best defense for the taking,
Mona Lisa,
Leonardo knew The Secret of face value!
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A Vintage Bookstore In Berkeley

Soft and gentle, as surrender.
His words could have rocked an ocean to sleep.
I wanted to lay in his bed of roses, upon his sheets of poetry.
I wanted him!
Thousands of butterflies seemed to have fluttered my thoughts!
The floor beneath me disappeared, and left me floating on air.
My fingers reached for my lips
As he spoke of picking peaches off their vines
 And sipping Summers heat!
I could hear afterthoughts beckoning me to kick off my heels
And toss them to the understanding god’s of love!
 I wanted to feel the heat of the moment from his every breath!
And then there were the stairs
To the left of me.
Where I could write myself into his story.
I sat down on the fifth stair, longing for his invitation and sensual cravings!
Each word nibbled at the lace of my womanhood, ever so lightly
Untying my will to hang on!
Oh why was he making me wait!?
Need was calling him from the stairs.
His masculine approach was reaching for my last remaining lace!
We could have made love there…on those stairs
In the moments of great height’s of making love!
But he could never be mine.
His words belonged on the pages in a book that I was reading
In a vintage bookstore in Berkeley.
Soft and gentle, as surrender
He will forever be rocking an ocean to sleep,
Without me in his bed of roses, without me upon his sheets of poetry.
Never shall always be
To never roll on his waves, now gone to sleep.
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Broken Hearts Lullaby

Love …

Never meant to take a smile
Or steal a dream away,
Nothing lasts forever
Like a rainbow arched in gray.

Who’s to blame
For the falling rain
Inside a broken heart,
And the bars on it’s windows
Holding back a brand new start?

When the sun becomes the pain
And flowers only gloom..
Think about the devastation
On the surface of the moon.

There through all the darkness
Is strength to stand alone,
There upon the distance
Is light to call its own!



© 2017 Myth (All rights reserved)

This little song I wrote for my youngest son after he was devastated by his first heart break! Fast-foward..Happy to say he and his first love are the best of friends today! The ‘light’ at the end of the song represents the future. 😀

Sand Travelers

We are ~
Sifting through sands of time in search of our destiny’s
Life’s open door leads to where we are meant to be
Sweet Jesus the path of crossroads curls behind me,
Be still my heart in hope, timeless future bring us harmony!
We are pedestrians, vulnerable to crossing very thin lines
Where fate can be habitual, with karma ready to bind,
But the sun, and the moon, then stars, they rhyme
Sands in crackling hourglass glow heavenly divine!
We are ~
Sand travelers, still learning to walk softly within the strain
Less incorrigible sandblasting, less unwanted blame
If only we could rest awhile in one another’s pain
Paths we cross when future comes, might never be the same!
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Thank you so very much for reading my poems.
Be safe in the world!

Mirthful Blessings

In the element of surprise!
Tiniest non-perishable where comfort lies!
The part of life that means everything to me
The part of life that often gets discarded in trivial pursuits.
Pillow soft marvels some call days
Difference of opinions experience sway.
Goodness morn, sweet doe eyed wake!
The good Lord branded this life bestowed
So be it, be it undraped
 Joined at the heart, jeweled and sewn!
Where I end up, is where I have been
Climbing mountains and barreling again,
To land on my feet and brush off my knees –
In the upright position of mirthful blessings,
And my satchel of wisdom and sin confessings!
Be still my heart, in this element of hark!
Be still these ears to perilous noise,
Three steps back far wide from the mark?
Climbed too many mountains to disfigure rejoice!
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Marco? Polo!

Dear Marco,

Over before we were born

Our love,

Written in the stars where dreams begin,

I a mermaid, you a man.

I am lost without you.

Land and sea have kept us apart

Love impermissible, cruel

Between two makings of one heart.

Find me, my lover whom can never be

Find me in your arms, breathingly drowning

Drowning in what can only be, our fantasy,

Truth be known in rippled frowning.

Listen for my voice on moonless nights

There is where ocean depths will echo loneliness.

Dream within intended hours, before morning’s light

Meet me in ravished splash, of our first dreamt kiss,

Meet me in yearned entanglement, of wishfulness!

Love, Polo ~


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Infamous Ruby Reds

Numerous times in death’s war zone, helpless.

Stripped down to the harshness of moments too soon

Watching loved ones die,

Not everyone gets to come home again!

Time nagged on about sunshiny days

Or drowning in sorrows

And why take a chance on tomorrow’s  no guarantee?

“A river is deep, but an ocean is shallow”

On my own, with the infamous ruby reds

With skies still blue, what to do? What to do?

So I clicked my heels and fell in love with the world …

Inviting my nature to dance!

Anguish never had a chance to hold me down.

No! Not this time …

Though that was years ago.

I kicked off those ruby red slippers

And I ran with my loved ones deep within my heart

I ran all the way home into my life!

Chilled to the bones rattled my chains and I broke free!

Free to give the love that had been given to me

Free to pass down the ruby slippers –

By those who won’t be coming home,

Free to love this life, this world,

And the fragile I fuse

To remember that I am not alone!


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