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You are Love and Light wrapped in Starlight and Stardust and Magic

Inspired by the moving life experience of a teenager. You are not alone. Please don't isolate yourself. 

You are Love and Light wrapped in
Starlight and Stardust and Magic
By Michelle Morris
22/07/2025

He found your beauty alluring
Your innocence captivated his predatory instincts
He'd done this again and again
Leaving broken girls in his wake

They would stay in the Abyss
That Darkness he created
So often feeling isolated
So often feeling helpless and alone

If they would only realise
That they are still Beautiful
Pure Souls in vessels harmed
Battered Hearts wrapped up in shame

No person can take away your Soul
No person can take away your true Power
For it is all part of you
The Magic that you are

Your body and mind will heal
It just takes a lot of time and patience
Forgiveness of yourself
Acceptance and facing those demons

Your Heart will recover its beat
Your Soul will once again find its music
Your Song that is forever your Song
Your Energy that is forever your Energy

So, remember these words, my love
You are Love and Light wrapped in
Starlight and Stardust and Magic
You are the Miracle - you are the Miracle

I can't save you or walk your Path
I can only be here when you need me
I can't do the work for you
But I can support your Path and Growth

I can sit with you in the Abyss
Help navigate your way through the Darkness
I can provide Comfort and Compassion 
I can hold you close and give you Warmth

But at some point you have to do it
You have to rise from the ashes like a Phoenix
Spread your Wings and fly Free once more
Embrace your Power and your Passion

You are stronger than you know
And you are never alone on your Journey
We Women are connected throughout Time
We are One in our Feminine Power

No one can take away our Worth
No one can take away our Power
We are rare and infinite Creators
We are Divine Blessings to the Universe

See us all around you
The Spirit of the Women
See your Angels and your Guides
They Protect and Guide your Way

May your Heart beat with Joy and Peace
May your Soul hum its perfect Music
May your Song keep inspiring your Voice
May your Energy keep flowing with Source

And don't forget these words, my love
You are Love and Light wrapped in
Starlight and Stardust and Magic
You are the Miracle - you are the Miracle

© Michelle Morris, 2025


My Youth In Asia

i was eight
the first time-
i saw Yin-Yang Mountain.
the height of it’s peak
contrasted by
the light on one side
dark on the other.
as the sun travels
from east to west
the color of the slopes change-
the light becoming dark
the dark becoming light.

i stand on the peak of Yin-Yang Mountain
watching the shifting
light and dark.
the line dividing the sinuous halves
is my being.
am I dark or light?
a white line or
a black line?
i am the curve between.
i am the difference.
i am the deciding factor.

i stand now 
beside the River of Life.
my feet bare-
i step into the cool waters
observing the shifting reflection
and shadow.
the current swirls the dark and the light.
this life giving, fluid filled gully
brings darkness when one is consumed
by its waters.
above the light is reflected-
below it is swallowed.

soothed i sit-
resting below the shelter
of the Tree of Constance.
the trunk is thick
made of layers of living matter within-
dead matter out.
the dead bark surrounds
the living core-
protecting. 
from this sturdy core 
branches shoot towards the light.
from those branches shoot buds-
which contain life-giving seeds.
the seeds fall to the ground below.

laying upon the dark
mineral rich earth-
i imagine.
below my body burrow
insects and roots.
they depend upon the fertile 
ground for survival.
humans have turned this earth into 
a burial ground for the fallen.
the rotting bodies consumed in darkness
feed the creatures who dwell
in the earth.
these departed whisper
knowledge to fallen seeds.
imparting wisdom-
to ensure growth.
I return to the peak-
of Yin-Yang Mountain.

from this peak i observe
the mixture around me.
here on this peak I know
the answers.
i am the wisdom.
this knowledge has paralyzed me.
with this gift i have been silenced.
i am the dividing line-
i am the question.
with faith I fall-
from the peak of Yin-Yang Mountain
into the icy waters of the
River of Life.
it’s turbulent ebb and flow
fills me with life 
and destroys me when dragged upon its floor.
i wash upon the shore
gasping for air-
clinging to the root.
I succumb.
i begin to rot-
feeding the earth-
that feeds the tree-
that thrives beside the river-
which dwells upon the slopes
of Yin-Yang Mountain.
here i will remain-
until discovered-
and then understood-
this 
my Youth in Asia.

Moving On

You don’t have to say I love you for someone to know 
You think someone means it just cause they say it, no 
I’ve tried all my life to find out what love means 
I thought it was easy, but trust me, it’s a lot harder than it seems 
God gave me the gift, he gave me the ability to write 
But that’s hard to do when you’ve lost your sight 
I’m not talking about my literal eyes
I lost the ability to see a future without my demise 
I see a broken man, with one too many bandages
When you pray for strength, God will give you challenges 
You have to overcome them in order to become strong 
I thought I had strength, but it turns out I was weak all along  
I’m nothing without you Lord, and that’s what really scares me
I sacrifice myself for others all the time, cause it’s my own worth that I can’t see
It’s easy to pretend to be something you’ll never be 
When I look back at it now, it’s actually pretty funny 
I look in the mirror and laugh at myself 
Did I think they would remember me as a friend or as something else 
Maybe a hero, someone admirable 
But then I realize that word is unfathomable  
Cause you can never give what you don’t have 
Maybe that’s why no one around me can find happiness or a reason to laugh 
I’ve been searching for a reason to even exist 
I hope someone relates to the heart I put in this 
Been alone my whole life, but not by choice
God’s the only one that’s ever heard my true voice 
My fiancée left me for a person I called friend 
If my life were a book, after that, it’d say The End 
Or maybe not cause I’m still here 
But if I ever saw her again, I’d say dear 
Thank you for teaching me that all I ever wanted was to feel wanted 
At first, when I thought of you, I was only haunted 
By the thought of never being good enough
3 years together and you broke up with me over Facebook, man that’s tough 
But now I can look back and smile cause we just weren’t right for each other 
You’re the reason I value the relationships I have more, why I can call someone my brother
So thank you again, cause you taught me how precious it is to find something genuine 
Cause that’s what lasts forever, and if it’s fake well forget it then 
I don’t have time or room in my life for fake
I need to be more like you God every moment that I wake 
You just read a page from my diary 
But don’t think with that, you can ever define me
© Samson Lee  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Couplet

His Life Mattered, Part Iv

..She felt so damn nervous making that call,
and when he picked up she just gushed it all,
he listened quietly, then she asked to meet,
she quickly wrote down the place and the street.

She met him at one of his restaurants,
he looked different now, his eyes didn’t haunt,
he had no gun, just company t-shirt,
but something about him still spoke to her.

She asked him, “Why did you do what you did?
Why risk it all to go and save my kid?
We destroyed your business, threatened your life,
made it clear we hated anyone white.”

He gave a sad smile, and then explained,
“If that’s why you’re worried, I’ll make it plain,
how could I have just let your child burn?
The thought of it just makes my stomach churn.

“He’s a human being, in danger great,
what kind of man would leave him to his fate?
Whatever rage that the mob felt for me
had nothing to do with a child of three.”

Jacinta learned forwards. “You didn’t care
that my people didn’t much want you there?
After what happened, and what we destroyed,
you went to rescue a random black boy?”

“My ‘people’ call themselves American,
and I’m pretty sure that you’re one of them.
Even if you weren’t, I’d still have to go,”
he said,”Such horrors children should not know.”

She felt amazement, and shame more than a bit,
that it took all this to understand it,
she thought ‘color-blind’ had been some quaint phrase,
those were the words that her family would say.

But this man had felt that her son mattered,
even when he had been just a stranger,
and she realized that his life mattered too,
whether black, white, or brown, such people were few.

This one man refuted lies she’d been taught,
her brother’s nonsense had all been for naught,
she saw a good man, wanted to know more,
started talking with him about his stores.

He told how his father had opened the spot
that the mob had burned, she felt her soul drop
on hearing how he’d played in the kitchen,
and chatted when young with those who came in.

She told him of Keenan, where she now lived,
he offered a job, said, “It’s mine to give.”
Soon enough Keenan would play in the back,
and the man smiled, gave him lots of slack,

mostly because he was dating his mom,
Jacinta didn’t stay on welfare for long,
the other workers snickered, she let them,
where would she find such a lover again?

CONCLUDES IN PART V.
Form: Narrative

Life Itself

Titanium, 
Strong mental minded, behind it
Looking for the lost and found, but can't find it.
Sharp energy intense, timed it
No one can see the future - I guess we’re all blinded.

Strong like gorilla, softer than blue, skys above your head sunny afternoon.
Delicate delight, delicious every bite big appetite appetizer for 2.
July, june, the order doesn’t matter after laughing so hard 3 ribs shatter through.
May I join you?
Actually, I have to go,
I can tell you only see the surface - alligator nose.

Warm hearts and chilly toes, 
mild mannered mannequins minding their own business in business windows, 
hot fashion, eyes froze.

Ah, if you insist, then I suppose
I'll have to take you UP on everything that grows.
We rose from the dirt - with beauty through battles
To win a war where victory is life itself.

The untold story writes itself
And hides from seeing eyes, just like itself
no one can witness when existence, fights itself
Because with death, comes birth, to life itself.

No winners
No losers
No champions
No heroes

...just life

Always adapting
Mutation miracles
Beautiful biology
Complex chemistry
Elegant elements
Unfathomable Universe

Sandbox fun, sandy hands holding ham sandwiches saran wrapped and packed tight tucked beside the ice and pink lemonade.
Sunshine, windy day...so windy the umbrella we brought almost blew away
And found a new place to stay with clouds grey.

Did you remember to think of me?
I forgot to think of you
I was too busy with the feelings I get, being in love with you.

If you only needed one, I’d offer you two,
It’s better to be safe than sorry, and feeling safe is what I want for you.
And if you wanted to, i’d probably want to, too, 
Cause making you smile, is all, I ever want to do.

I’m the worst singer in the world, but here, I wrote a song for you,
Your voice is music to my ears, so this, is long overdue.
Ah-hah ahem - give me a second
Actually on second thought - let love be the orchestra, 
Just read these words whenever your concerned
And the sounds of violin strings will bring you back where your supposed ta.

Hmm...too cheesy? I know, please don’t tease me,
Even my teeth are sensitive, and bright lights make me queasy.

Hey, no worries, let’s grab a quesadilla
Then have a race to see-uh
Who’s the fastest land animal, who invited the cheetah?


The Shedding of Our Skin

“The Shedding of our Skin” 
 
I am writing about the transition from lost now found, 
Darkness to light, one being into another, death to life, 
Old skin to new skin. 
Its like the rejuvenation of skin 
The restoring of flesh over flesh of an open wound 
And that does not happen all at once but over a duration of time. 
Little by little not specific, but unpredictable start to finish. 
My skin was tough, tough as leather 
It had to be broken in, sat and stomped on over time 
It was miss-used, abused 
Unappreciated, contaminated and unpurified with uncleanliness toxic substances, people, places and things. 
Miss-guided with ill desires and will 
But by grace my transformation had begun 
Before it was to late there was a death to life ending activated 
In my darkest space, In my mess 
The shedding of my skin had begun 
There was a shift in my ways my desires my walk and talk 
My mind and heart had started to align up with the whispers of Gods divine word. 
My old skin of the one-track roads, addictions, attitudes and desires. 
I no longer craved or desired 
My mouth was filled with affirming empowerment for myself and others. 
I was able to articulate the things I felt, thought, wanted, and needed, liked and disliked. 
Speaking fluent in the moments with no more hesitation or reluctancy holding my words or fear. 
I am shedding my broken past of my childhood strongholds and obstacles. 
Letting go of my resentments and anything that has kept me in chains. 
I’ve moved from complacency to contentment with a peace and understanding I cant explain. 
Compelled to be of service and good works with a drive of passion energy and love. 
I AM SHEDDING 
No longer stagnant in my engrafted past 
Now free and flying through the fog, trauma and strongholds that once hindered me and my growth in so many ways. 
Today my mind is renewed with thoughts and visions of life and light. 
My new skin enables me to persevere on in faith and hope. 
Trusting and dreaming of an abundant life sober and free 
To properly handle and face life gratefully 
Overcoming any of its obstacles that may come up against me 
I am shedding with new profound revelations and abilities 
My shedding has provided me with a variety of new talents and gifts. 
Something that my old skin would have never allowed.... 
Continuing to shed “The Shedding of my Skin”

Don'T Civilise Me

Don't  civilise me
Have you ever seen
The ants war?
Have you not notice
How they match in
On same Line 
together as they 
Build shelter for each other
Oh you don't see the bigger
Ants help more
As much as the little ants supports'
It's great 
 all to one just
Oh is a same to all
Human race that
As little as ants are
They Could be this united
As we human war 
Oh what a shame

Oh don't civilise me
For I need not your
Rules of greed 
Civilise yourself before
You civilise another 


Don't civilise me
Is a disgrace that we 
War with one another
Oh man you say you 
Know it all
yet you cant educate your
Mind to understand that humanity
Is failing while justice is on exile
Your ignorance can't let you see
That so many is short cut from
Life because they are called poor
Here I wonder what makes one poor
Oh look around 
Hope you will see the real situation 
For civilisation mean no good
To Africa as much as it make no
Sense to me 

Oh don't civilise me
For I need not your
Rules of greed 
Civilise your self
Before you civilise me

Don't civilise me 
The men on black
Chase us without no
Crime as they take away
The little the poor earn
Our leaders are too busy on 
Conference meetings abroad
All in the name of growth
Yet same growth is ignored 
In Africa 
Why will I accept your civilisation 
When it serve no good
I thought is better to live 
By example like I never see none
From the men on the hills
Just for few
So let me live 
As I love nature

Don't civilise me
For I need not your
Rules of greed 
Civilise your self
Before you civilise me


Don't civilise me
Colony did Africa no good
Civilisation of Africa looks 
Like a scam oh reality says so
If not check out the real situation
I don't take no civilisation
For if civilisation  is what it is
Then what is the use of it
Nation fight against nation 
Empire overthrown another empire
Like one fall just for another to rise
It keep going on and on till now 
Like today is more in trends and
Life styles
Oh no 
The only civilisation I know is
Spirituality 
The knowledge of the universe
To serve humanity to it best
Apart from this 
Man keep your civilisation 
For I rather follow the ants
Than follow your civilisation

Don't civilise me
For I need not your
Rules of greed
Civilised yourself before 
You civilised me
Form: Epic

The 5 Steps To Making It Great In 2008

we have a sense of urgency about time that tends to spurs us on
yet we are too afraid to go from familiar to unfamiliar horizons
we need to make positive use of whatever time that remains
to making 2008 great there are 5 steps we should ascertain
but how we use our time is not just up to us
for our time on earth is a gift from the God we all love and trust
yet time is so important and we need to understand 
that time waits for no one so go forth with your plans
to make 2008 great these are the 5 steps you should follow
to making 2008 great start on them beginning tomorrow

step one is of servant hood, to be submissive to God's plans
to deny yourself, take up the cross and heed His commands
yet man's innate desire is always to be the center of attention
you need to be like the woman with the alabaster jar 
whose name in the Scriptures is never even mentioned

step two is to use the talent and gift that God has specifically given you
to realize and utilize that special gift that makes you you
it matters not the talent nor the gift that you have received
it was an anointing from God so just go out and with it achieve
to empower, to encourage and to enrich God's glory
use your gift and talent and contribute to His story

step three is to use your failures as points towards growth and not surrender
learn from your mistakes and don't allow disappointments to hinder
the only thing that one learns from success is that it can be done
but failures are the things that will spur you to carry on until the battle is won

step four is make connections with others beyond your comfort zone
to reach out to the unfamiliar and realize you're not in this all alone
there are people in this world whom you'll perceive as being unlikely to help
but the Lord God may do the unexpected in order to help you help yourself
He'll put people in your path who you'll think you can't possibly need
but God's wisdom goes beyond human understanding 
and He knows what you need to succeed

step five is simply to give thanks to the Lord our God
celebrate, commemorate and appreciate Him with a joyful heart
praise Him, bless Him, honor Him and give Him all the glory
thank Him for everything you have and for His continuous story
these are the 5 steps in life that we all need to take
in order to make the time we have left and the year 2008 great

Premium Member Clouds

Clouds spiral down and curl around to touch me
—not those western drizzle shrouds
baring a soul of misery mizzle
...though I adore a good wallow in sorrow  —no 
these clouds come from yonder bluebird wilds
white cirrus  wispy and whispery  dance around me
I steal one to wear across my shoulders 
like a platinum’s blonde’s faux stole

they come to me like papier-mâché angels —no no
that’s too cliché… and passé   for I’m far beyond
the Godly touch of angels… hmm.. they come to me
like a lover —no too easy …like a heartbreak-er lover!
yah I’ll go with that and get a taboo tattoo of his name

anyway  the clouds  they find me where I stand
dissatisfied with being satisfied
the result of my cool cat face seduction
I wear a crimson bee balm boutonniere 
display it on my plunging V lapel   but
it attracts wasps instead of honey bees; I find
danger brings a secret pleasure to my displeasure

my leopard print pants (red sky colored)
stirs sir knight with his bridled gaze and walking stick
he watches my next move on the chessboard
tries to guess my breezy strategy
my hands behind my head  legs crossed
maybe it’s a white crested ocean I'm floating on
  —or wrestling with—  either way
I’m here to play and paint a displeased scene

watercolors? they’re just transparent hues
applied to my white background
depending on the mood of my mood ring —but
when acrylics bleed it’s harder to see the scene
colors escape their space creating a slurry
of what is where  where is when  when is why
and why don’t know why ..what?! but I know how
blurry lines take on a life of their own
and shapes a new fate from ‘no gesso’ mistakes

I could switch my style to snarly tiger stripes today
and gladly take that horse-headed knight down
that wooden old guard has new orders
he’s suspicious of me  scrutinizes me
but only half as much as I’m used to
his right hand on his monocle 
—the other eye blind

just beyond the reach of his walking stick
I free my torso of its purple grapevine corset
uncinching my fake waisted form   —I muse
if my time as a wastrel was wasted or invested
   oh …the monocle is telescoping me again
I shimmy lose my butterfly wings
slap him as I flap them  and fly away

it’s hard to know if I’m still beautiful
or if I’m just broken
—either way  I embrace the rainy side of the rainbow
happily discontent

A Big Problem

Once there was a famous king,
More famous than Ozymandias.
His name was King Wolf. 
Sultan was his nickname.
He called himself a benevolent despot;
And his style of government 
A ‘democratic dictatorship.’

He spoke good English— 
A foreign language, though; 
Only a minor problem with 'l' and 'r': 
Once, for instance, a reporter asked him,
"What about elections, Your Majesty?"
His response: 
"Why, I have them everyday!" 
The poor reporter was thoroughly confused.

His kingdom was a land of superlatives:
The oldest civilization,
The largest standing army,
The largest population,
The largest exporter—of people,
The largest emitter of carbon dioxide, 
Now the second largest exporter of goods, too,
And will soon be the largest.

Since his was the most populous kingdom,
Demography was his obsession,
Which he called his specialization.
Of course, Sultan had tried his best
To check population growth— 
By means of family planning.
It didn't work.
So he curbed people’s Right to have children.
But still there was a huge difference
Between the optimum number
And ground reality!

Therefore, Sultan hatched a wonderful plan:
Started a war with a friendly neighbour.
Every section of twenty soldiers in his army
Had just one primitive rifle between them:
If a soldier went on,
He would be shot.
If he went back,
Again, he would be shot.
A Catch-22!
Many of his men were slaughtered.
But still Sultan won—by sheer numbers!
Oh, God!
But the King did not believe in God.
Like king, like people!

But the dead soldiers were only a small number.
So, now another plan:
Government is the boss.
Let people overwork.
Sultan cracked the whip.
And a number of people died—
Of overwork, year after year.
Further reduction in population.

Production increased:
Cheap goods flooded the world market:
From PCs to push-up bras.
No warranty.
The economy boomed.
Ah, his kingdom became a Big Power!

But once some workers gathered 
In the Capital and protested—
Against exploitation.
The name of Karl Marx was in the air.
“Listen,” Sultan roared, “Marx died—
Long ago.
So should you—now, 
For raising his name in vain.”
So, still further reduction in population!

Now, when this narrative ended, 
Sultan was busy, planning for another war.
Poor soul!
How else could he solve the problem—
Of overpopulation?!

***
© Ram R. V.  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Narrative

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