Dear Reader

WE all live in OUR

own Universe

And in it WE are Gods

WE rule OUR

thoughts and emotions

Often times blinded by the Oceans

of Fate and hardships, pride and ego

until WE find OUR secret power

the weapon that outlasts time

I listen to the poems wanting to

be written I silence my mind

and write the sounds of the

universe, the grey whispers and

buzzes that twitter in my ear

YOU are my Boomerang,

Art finds its

way back to me

Harmed

Yet wanting more and

more pages

to be

filled and filled

Art needs a host

a body and a medium

WE are no better than

the bird decorating its

nest with flowers.

There is no better

there just
IS

MY MUSE

I love you

          as you keep me warm

At night

filtering my dreams

Into rays of light       

nourishing my soul

Awake             

you sing to me

as I listen and write

I feel complete

you make me whole

As long as there are spirits in this world you 

will never travel alone hart

@ L Y D I A M U I J E N

UOY

SNOWFLAKE

In one exhale I stagger and when I open 

my eyes and find myself in a dark

room with one small strip of light - the 

yellow flowers and the Azure Cosmos 

my sole prize - my Toes wiggle and

my Tummy smiles as bright as any 

Golden Ornament.

The sounds are silent and the light is 

quite black until I hear one giggle,

one tiny burst of laughter from out my 

window: a child chasing a cricket.

The happiness sprinkled on top of our 

steady and uneventful lives a tiny

flake that             

OFFSETS

sneeuwvlokthe whole

and sets all in motion

I hartU

I
LOVE
U

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WHO

U
R

&

WHAT

U

DO

I

DO

I

U

KRANE

I fold your forms

bend morph and change you into

something you were not

now you ARE

-a folded piece-

of paper and as I make

MORE

you become my peace pipe

my offering to

the others to find ways

to cross the barriers of

AGE and TIME

a little hand reaches up for her

-tiniest friend-

a “Tiny BiWd” for the other birds

to play with

a once unfolded piece of paper

now a spark of countless hours

of imagination to come

The LITTLE pink elephant

Love goes through your stomach into

the streets, water, or railway as you

speed across the world over land

or sea maybe even through the air

as you hop from place to place

Life is a routine that slides like the
BRIDGES carrying water over the

CANALS

and you stand

on one side looking at the people pass
effortlessly

like a little pink elephant scared to
follow in the footsteps of those who
went before

DIRTY FEET

Tread softly on the ground

as I watch your

STEPS

the dust moves and

clings to your

CELLS

as you tread the fool’s

gold travels with you

I love your feet

No matter how many

Grains of pyrite

Cling to it

A breath of

Its a breath of fresh air

repeated time and time again

when you love someone fair

and their heart you obtain

love is all that is needed

to bridge the gap of time

a sickness when untreated

merges souls in silly rhyme

a kind gesture or a smile

patience will get versatile

love is the lightning when it thunders