(Fragile Thread- my digital music composition)
True Love
Love is the highest mountain
of timeless Wisdom,
the deepest valley
of Reason and Common Sense.
Love is the unclouded sunshine
of inspired Intelligence,
the clear, renewing stream
of Unselfish Caring,
the universal sea
of Joy In Sharing.
Love is boundless, glorious,
and ever-triumphant Life
expressed in countless ways,
even beyond our human days.
February, 2008
(Gender Justice Rebirthed- my digital music composition)
Where were your Angels
when predator pedophiles stalked your days,
your childhood a blur of fear and pain,
and ‘the secret’ withheld from those you blame
for not seeing or hearing your silent screams.
Where were your Angels
when cultural initiations of drugs and booze
made your youth a shadowed haze
of confusion, guilt, and ravaged dreams,
powers and potentials raped for others’ gain.
Where were your Angels
when you sold yourself with clever seductions
to buy a life of pleasures and pleasing
toys to quiet the ghostly screaming
when paralyzed memories returned again.
Do Angels protect, empower, and offer cures?
Were your Angels indifferent or just voyeurs?
Perhaps the Old-Man-God-of-the-Sky
and his Angels are just ancient Myth, or lie,
to help us feel ‘safe’ until we die.
Do we create these Beings we adore
to embrace the Human Race with magic lore,
pleading prayers and petitions to implore
an ever judging and condemning God of War
and Predators we just can’t ignore.
Though Angels are real as you and I,
we need to ask the ‘Where’ and ‘Why’.
What is the Soul’s Plan for the helpless child
not knowing how to ask for aid
of Angels or Humans, confused and afraid?
Sex as a weapon knows nothing of Love!
(Life here wasn’t meant for a ‘horror show’.)
Even those who pay with bribes and charms
shame and degrade, pervert and harm.
Children…tuned out, turned on, turned off ‘alarms’…
When will the silence of lambs be broken?
Whenever the little word ‘help’ is spoken
to Angels and Humans willing to heed
generations of wounded in desperate need
of healing their hidden terrors, freed.
True Science and Reason hold stronger sway,
and Conscience awakens to a Transparent Day.
Help us see beyond Creation Myths we’re fed,
‘Humanity’s Childhood’ tales and stories to dread,
as when innocents fear being ‘tucked’ into bed.
Be here now
to help each precious child,
all born of Spirit, holy, Souls undefiled.
Gifts of gender and sex, not sin, just fact
of Life’s continuing creative act
that Humans and other Life-forms enact.
Be here now to help each precious child,
all born of Spirit, holy, Souls undefiled.
Children are too young to mate.
Those who choose to violate
their bodies, minds, and hearts, to sate
their insatiable lust, truly harm us all.
How many unquestioned childhood tears
become untrusting lives of untouchable fears,
of slavish compliance, of destructive rage
that births the tragedies of our Age.
of slavish compliance, of destructive rage
that births the tragedies of our Age.
Earth’s Book…another blood-stained Page…
Though evils ‘toxify’ the unforgiven Past,
we can choose ‘A New Story’ of Hope at long last.
Angels of Heaven and Angels of Earth
remind us, Beloved, of our Soul’s divine worth
in every here and now moment from our birth.
August, 2005 and February, 2008
Past and Future
(Imagine- my digital music composition)
Once we lived on…
Long before Mars became a cosmic relic
of terror and ancient wars,
we lived and loved upon its soil.
Too long ago to remember…
except our pale blue skin…and
we explored the heavens then…
Earth’s half-hidden history, an aeons old
blue and white mystery…
Pale blue Kristna, royal ‘blue bloods’,
ancient gods in flying ‘vimana’,
pyramids, monoliths, sacred circles,
‘chariots’ and ‘wheels’ of ‘fire’,
guiding white ‘clouds’ by day,
‘pillars’ of light by night…
call these ‘fact’ or ‘fiction’…
Jet streams, space vehicles, satellites,
computers and instant global messaging…
From deadly electromagnetic arks
to hidden microphone speakers,
“there’s nothing new under the Sun.”
Holograph angels and angels of flesh
visit Earth with patient agendas
birthing old world religions, and new world
sciences and ‘miraculous’ technologies…
Now everyone can have a ‘burning bush’,
and watch the Universe unfold,
Microcosm and Macrocosm…
We’re all Life’s spirit and evolving flesh.
Exploring and co-creating this planet,
we may yet live on others.
Perhaps even our once loved planet, Mars.
January 26, 2008
Fact or Fiction
Gone are my glorious feathers,
my terraced gardens, my treasures of gold…
The Neza…hual…coyo(c)tl, I was,
like the god-king Pharaohs of old…
Gone are the ‘Feathered Serpents’,
Feathered Wisdom, Divine Right…
We have outgrown these Myths of Power,
this Day of computers, distant Space flight…
I stood in a Museum, perhaps in ‘72 or ‘73,
writing ‘flower poems’ of love in my head…
Shocked, I saw my ‘Flower Poems’,
my‘Victory Songs’ of an Aztec War I read!!…
There was my ‘Book of Life’ open before me,
one chapter, the Neza…hual…coyo(c)tl, there!
My poems and stories are tracks through time.
Call it ‘fact’ or ‘fiction’, I really don’t care……….
January 26, 2008
shelley wilson—‘ariel-shelley’
Snow
Some see Snow as shovels, as pains,
as loss, as accidents just waiting…
Some see Snow as fashions, as gains,
as sports, exercise, carefree playing…
Every Snowflake laughs with pure delight
at the wonder of its being.
Every Snowcrystal in its aerial flight
challenges our unseeing.
These Messengers of Divine Design
descend from birthing clouds to Earth,
Treasures scattered on sacred ground,
Miracle Jewels of angelic worth.
Quietly, humbly, cheerfully, gratefully,
Snowflakes lovingly gather to unite,
seamlesssnowclothlinensofwhite,
white, the uniting of every colour’s beauty.
In Oneness, Snowflakes sparkle with Light
through the clarity of their transparency,
and in their glorious starry patterns,
Life Itself declares Its unity in diversity.
January 21, 2008
shelley wilson—‘ariel-shelley’
Flowerpoet 
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