I love Galactic Faery

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Just purchased her new book Starring you-  A Self-Love Guide
by Krista Raisa PHD and ready to read it a bit too soon.

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Golden life

Gold is now raining over me from all directions as a color, a sign of abundance and a spiritual excellence. The Golden Age. 

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Poems inspired by pictures

Inspiration can derive from many different things. I started to just write down things that came to mind watching these beautiful pictures. I wanted to ‘taste’ english language and to connect some phonetic expression in these pictures and then let the story go on from there.

Rye,

rye,

fragile sepia ground.

Wavering

is my occupation in this life

of mine.

Beauty is always just – –

sliding on the sandbanks of the hopeless shores of

these endless nights

and lying there in the bottom of that ocean of

desperate acts.

There is always someone

who is

pulling someone next to them in a little while

for a little sigh

and

on top of warmth

needing to let the love

be felt,

touched and fed.

But to wake in one’s shameful  morning

of not receiving what one was giving.

-K.J.R

Feather leaves in blue

whispering to me…

bluish and whitish world

whining in pleasure when

little pressures of feather -like strokes

on the skin

makes childish feel good.

K.J.R

White chant from flowers in the sandy fields of self-doubt

and new feelings

of jealousy to the

gorgeous and the

wealthy of the land

continuously

winding my flesh in the ground

toward emptiness

I can’t bear

For it was the dream

I just needed to be a flower just for an eternity

for someone

in the midst of the fields of golden glimmer

meeting my fantasies

knowing me inside out

never wanting to change the day into night

in the gardens of new hope

unraveling my hearts true weight

and warmth

to one’s own pleasure.

-K.J.R

The one

closest is the white flower

and the above is the royal

begging the bottom flowers to

remain in the chain

of conspiracy of the

higher places

of floral

consciousness

waiting that

everything will just

go  away

and one will remain

in the high place of one’s

indolence,

in the reeking

decadence

of everything once good and honest,

pure and immaculate.

These traits lie in the flowers

of those hearts

that are yet to

rule

in the new dawning

of the beautiful mind.

-K.J.R

Pink in the  white flowers,

leaves,

leave me in peace.

Peace leave me in.

In peace leave me.

Pace vincit omnia.

-K.J.R

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