"Angel Always" (Entry 186)

You are never alone.
Remember I'm always there.
Beside you, unseen.
Think of me and feel the love.
I am your angel sent from heavens above.

"Inside The Circle" (Entry 120)

Inside the circle... MagicK happens.
Inside the circle... YOU are between worlds.
Not heavens or Earths
But a place of your OWN making.
Here be Dragons,
The compass takes form of Angels or Spirits.
Inside the circle... YOU are part of the orb.
Inside the circle... ENERGY twirls.

"The Piano Players" (Entry 69)

If you listen hard enough,
somewhere in the world,
someone is playing a piano.

More than one.
What do you think?
A thousand? A million? More?

All playing to their own tune.
Living their life to their own rhythm.
Take a listen.

All playing.
Are they young or old?
Professional or new?
Some for fun, others for money.
Others play because they are made to.

Just think
if all these millions,
let's stick with millions,
all played the same melody
at the same time.
Would everyone on the planet hear it?

Would it reach the angels?

But the angels already hear them,
every song, all the time, everywhere.

For at this moment,
there is one angel who sits beside a girl
enveloped in thought and music.

The angel sighs, knowing that soon
this song will soon be lost.
As there will be one less piano player in the world.

So play,
play now and loud,
or softly for yourself,
but play.

Play your piano while you can.

"Where Wings Unfurl" (Entry 29)

I want to be where the angels live.
In crystal cities of heavenly realms.
To join the choir in purest voices
With Gabriel conducting at the helm.
Be ready with swords and shields
In the host of Michael's lead.
To fight the good fight,
where'er there's evil, where'er there's need.
I want to be where wings unfurl,
The place for bliss and for rest.
 want to be where angels tread,
Or here on Earth, where we're blessed.

"Silence Way" (Entry 25)

Some things enter this life with a roar.
A human's baby's cry,
that first breath of announcement in anguish.
A New Year
enters by bells and fireworks,
and yet again,
human's cries at the passing of their own making.
Marking three - six - five gone,
(or three - six - six in four, muddled in time before)
Another arrives in new numerical order.

Then
there are those things that enter
by way of silence.
Such as,
the true passing of time, shown as
a wrinkle
which appears without a whisper.
Or death
which enters when the last sigh leaves.

Most we do not even know they are there,
for they are the others that entered in silence.
The angels, those celestial unseen,
those most powerful slip by without hush,
Hosts of energy sans ego.
They move around us, without triumph horns.
They are with you now.
Do you feel them? Or hear them?
As they go about their silence way.

"The Sense of Angels" (Entry 16)

They blind my vision
in glorious rays of expression.

They whisper in my ears,
the zephyrs of wisdom

and scolding
heat blanked by many
free-will wall.

They stroke and massage my soul
with longing and enveloping want.

I smell their perfume
sweet and spicy,
fresh and husky
like the ages of times scooped
by the depth of ocean and
the gathering of land's lush.

They taste humanity,
allergic to most,
but find the umami
in our spirit.

These forms of stars,
these celestial light beings,
these profiles of angels
at our side, always.