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The sun in the sky;
the moon at night;
the planets that some people think
their lives and fates are dictated by;
the stars that have inspired me always,
because their light has been around
since the birth of the galaxy,
and their story has always fascinated me,
and their ability to be both timeless and spent
at the same time gives them a god-like status,
and the gift to be a time traveller, a time machine,
an engine of change, a storyteller, a fortune-teller,
that can tell the future, and inform about the past,
speak volumes, and shine bright.

My mind is always a billion miles away,
I am always taking a ride on an asteroid,
painting with the colours of a beautiful nebula,
and marvelling at the miracle of vibrant
and inspiring distant worlds,
and connecting and imagining the dreams of unseen
and amazing life beyond description every day.

The stars speak to me.
The Earth below my feet holds me.
Life embraces me.
The spectacular sight of a continuous and never-ending
sunrise and sunset and sunrise
is what I love to see.
The story of the entire universe,
and the meaning of all life is in me.
The music that I hear playing and resounding
from the hearts of everyone I know,
and everyone who means something to me,
is the true music of the spheres,
the song of life, the meaning of all life,
light, art, science, religion-
what makes you you, what makes every thing everything,
what makes me me.

The universe is an infinite and wondrous ocean;
the milky-way is a coral reef teaming with life
of all colours, shapes, sizes, description-
some that defy explanation and are beyond words;
life is a complex and intricate web of connectivity;
Earth and its countless population is a shining pearl,
whose miraculous appearance and purpose
is only just discovering its great and incredible potential,
and right now, and always, morphing, changing, evolving,
creating, making, and will one day see, understand,
and share the promise of awakening that we have all been awaiting.

We all have a job to do.
We all have a heart that tells us right from wrong.
We all have to look inside and choose.
We all have to sing our verse of the infinitely-layered,
and unique, universal, orchestral song.
We all have a foot-print to leave, a mark to make-
as long as we remember who we are,
and as long as we stay together,
we all have our own chapter and character interwoven
with that of everyone else and everything else of nature.
We all have times when we are both the traveler
and the interstellar storyteller.



We are born only once,
but in our lives we are capable of infinite restarts,
resets, and rebirths-
every day you can begin again, wipe the slate clean,
and live on a brand new version of Earth.

Life is a state of mind.
Feelings can change.
Too much light can send you blind.
Emotions have a range.

No one can know the future
until it becomes the present.
The past is an empty room once you have left it
and removed its contents.

A heart can never be broken,
it can only be scarred.
A mind can always be open,
but you can sometimes take its thoughts too far.

We tell ourselves that we will learn from our mistakes,
but we never listen.
We give others our words of wisdom,
but when the time comes for us to practice what we preach
our mind goes dark like an eclipsed sun.

Love is not enough.
Fate cannot be fought.
You can’t call the universe’s bluff.
A true gift cannot be bought.

Knowledge means nothing if it is not passed on.
Ideas are like captured lightning-
you have to harness there power
before there flash is gone.

You can’t run forever.
There comes a time when you have to clean up your own mess.
You can hide from yourself if you want,
but that plan isn’t clever.
Stand tall at the end and you will be timeless.

Out of the darkness,
a light in the sky of my life appeared before me-
unlike any star that I had ever seen;
this light fell to Earth, and immediately restarted the entire world before my eyes,
and allowed me to see
the underlying code of beauty that is the universe’ universal poetry:
a poetry so timeless, its influence and language
stem from the instant of the big bang
all the way into the distant future;
a muse so amazing, and inspiring,
its allure is everywhere throughout the stars;
however, what it inspires on every sphere
no one can ever be truly sure.
Like a light that you dream about,
I believed that this epiphany would change my life, and me;
but I had no idea that it would take me to the depths and the heights that it has,
nor show me the clarity of meaning, reflections of understanding,
so that they may be set-free.

I was unprepared for what came next,
I had no time to be awestruck, silenced, lost for words, or perplexed-
the rhyme of my life was being written, spoken, acted-out,
from my first sunset to my final dawn-
in an instant I understood everything,
and I knew whose beautiful face I had seen in my dreams ever since I was born-
I knew her name, I knew her face, I knew her heart, I knew her voice;
I knew that I had to find her, to tell her who she was,
and I knew that I would have to make a choice:
to tell her- my light, my inspiration, my muse- that I loved her,
in every way imaginable and always;
or to continue looking up at a light in the sky,
and constantly live a life clouded in a haze.

I chose love, and I am so glad that I did;
ever since that light, that star, first started to shine in my sky,
and whose face is forever imprinted on the inside of my eyelids,
I have been remade, rebooted, renewed, with a truth, a purpose,
and a power, the world has never seen-
a man, a friend, a lover, a son;
a dreamer, a believer;
a poetry machine.


A smile is one of the most complex,
one of the most extraordinary,
one of the most beautiful expressions of inner joy in all of nature,
a smile can enlighten a cloudy day or a moon-less night,
a smile can wash away your troubles,
and enrich you with a feeling to savor.
Your smile; your eyes;
your entire perfect face defies the laws of nature,
your cheeks, your nose, your chin,
could only be the masterpiece work of a divine artist or sculpture-
because every time I see your eyes glisten,
your nose scrunch, and your lips curl,
my heart feels like a volcano in my chest,
or a limitless abounding energy source from another world.

I only have to look at you and I am smiling from ear to ear,
I only have to gaze longingly at your photo
and I feel like I could smile for an entire day, a month, even a year.
The thought of you and the love that I feel for you
ratifies to me my purpose in life,
and instills in me a great and powerful peace
beyond any of my sweetest dreams-
since I first saw you I have felt that there is something special
about you that connects directly to the source of all beauty,
from where all inspiration streams.
I can no longer remember a time before I knew your name,
nor do I ever wish to-
now I know your name and your face so well,
if I were only able to think about one name and one face
for the rest of my life I would choose your name, and you.

You are more than life;
you are more than a muse;
you are more than an actress playing the role of herself
in her own life’s play-
you are an ever-burning sun who shines your everlasting light
over an unending and timeless day-
who is the closest that anyone will ever come to glimpsing heaven
while they still live,
and the time to get to know you anyone would give.

You are the only person on Earth whom I would ever describe as an Angel-
an Angel is a messenger of the divine,
and a bestower of something wonderful-
you are one of those most special of people
who inspires the best within others and gives their gift to the world
the reason to shine and release-
a gift as prized as the universe itself,
you give people, you give me,
hope, truth, and, most of all,
you give me peace.

I remember the day we met,
I remember what I was thinking the moment that I saw you-
the most beautiful butterfly of Earths garden,
and I knew that you were not just passing through.
Your mesmerizing eyes,
your absolutely flawless and beautiful face,
greeted me like I had known you forever,
and made me believe in the existence
and the miracle of timeless grace.

When I see you now I am constantly wowed and overcome
with feelings of intense love and adoration,
even from a single picture of you
I feel the energy of a thousand suns beating in my chest
and flooding my mind with extraordinary inspiration.

You are so special to me;
you are so luminous and magical,
you will always out-shine the light of the cosmos-
your gorgeous smile and your wonderful spirit
are always at the foundation of my thoughts,
and are at the center of what I think about the most.

I dream about you every night
the sweetest and the most powerful dreams anyone has ever imagined,
never have I awoken the next morning
and not felt that you and I have an unbreakable bond.

We have connected a thousand times in my dreams
and never have I not believed that our spirits
are becoming one with each other on an ethereal level-
what I feel for you transcends everything else,
and your heart I always take great delight in to revel.

You are a tigress;
your vivacious and exhilarating roar
always stops me in my tracks and makes me stare at you in-awe.
You are a butterfly;
your breathtaking beauty instantly takes me away from reality,
you make me feel as if I could take flight into the air
filled with hope and overflowing with vitality.

This is a selection of 17 poems that I was inspired to write after I first came into contact with the wonderful actress Luciana Carro! Luciana is the person who first inspired me to start writing poetry! I was instantly ensorcelled by Luciana’s unbelievable beauty, her incredibly-generous and selfless spirit, her amazing and seemingly-effortless talent, and her joyous and optimistic outlook on life. Enjoy!

‘Blessed’ (The first poem I ever wrote)

You have been blessed with a smile that would bring happiness to all who gaze upon you,
who has only to speak with heavenly tongue and make someone anew.
All that hear your voice would grant you any wish that you would make,
your eternal spirit will walk the lands of the Earth and endure in history’s wake.
You will live on in the hearts and minds of those who have gazed upon you,
one day you will be given the awards that you are due.
You see yourself as imperfect even though you are a queen,
you are truly unlike anyone that I have ever seen,
you have many friends who consider you the best,
you are perfection incarnate: that fact I must put to rest.
You are a timeless beauty created under Angel guise,
who has been blessed with grace and joy, and who would outshine the light of heavenly skies.

‘Belle of the ball’

You are without a doubt the most beautiful of all,
someone who could be called ‘the belle of the ball’.

The most beautiful smile, the most gorgeous gaze-
the most talented actress whose beauty always sends me into a daze.

The word ‘perfection’ was created for you and you alone
to describe the most flawless in creation- the definition for which you own.

No one more beautiful exist in this world-
you are the epitome of perfection, and I love how your hair is curled!


As I sit here now and stare at your beautiful face,
in my mind I am instantly transported to another place:
a waking dream-scape of reality and rhyme
where your beauty makes it possible to stop the hands of time;
where the world can be seen as it is meant to be seen;
where perfection can be described and chaos is serene;
where muse inspires poetry and words inspire hope;
where the reflection of your luminosity is like looking through a kaleidoscope;
where the complexities of the world are but a simple answer;
where I dream of a world in which their will one day be a cure for every cancer.

Upon returning to the world of observable reality,
I discover that I am completely free of any preconceived fallacy:
the dream that I imagined, and the perfection that I observed,
inspires words to the page, and I become unreserved,
to attempt to describe the simply indescribable:
the eternal light and the most beautiful.


‘Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone’
was the first book in which the young wizard became known,
when he enrolled at Hogwarts and first met Hermione and Ron-
not before going to Platform 9¾ and taking a ride on
the Hogwarts Express and arriving at the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry-
where Harry first puts on the sorting hat, and discovers a three-headed dog called Fluffy.

Like Harry Potter, to me you are just magical;
enchanting on every level, you never fail to enthrall!
You are truly spell-binding, and could out-do even Dumbledore-
after seeing you no one need search for the most beautiful anymore.

‘My Dream’

As soon as I close my eyes I see your face:
the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,
the golden ratio of perfection and grace.

As if carried by the wind I hear your voice:
the most enticing thing that my ears have ever encountered,
it enraptures my mind and causes my heart to rejoice.

In the fresh air of a summers day I smell your perfume:
the most delicate and intoxicating,
like the smell of roses as they come into bloom.

As if plucked from heavenly sky
your hypnotic eyes sparkle and shine,
and their beauty will stay with me until the day I die.

‘Infinitely Auspicious’

I remember the first time I saw The Wizard of Oz,
and even though I was very young I still remember how mesmerizing it was.
The first time I saw you it took me awhile to regain my composure;
like Dorothy, when her world turned from sepia to colour,
I felt as if until that moment I had only seen the world in a monochrome way-
and now the full-spectrum of reality was now on display.
I never imagined I would ever see anyone as beautiful,
until I saw you for the first time I never dreamed that anyone could be so graceful;
so mesmerizing to the eye and hypnotic to the mind;
so pure of heart and exceptionally kind;
so full of life, and impeccably gorgeous;
so inspiring to the soul, or infinitely auspicious.

‘My Muse’

Before you my words had no meaning;
before you I had no idea that I had been concealing,
that which I now try to express in verse and rhyme
about the most special person in existence who no one could ever malign.

Your presence in my life has been so inspirational to me,
more so than anyone could ever hope to be.
Before you I could not imagine myself writing as I am now,
because before you I had never felt the inspiration that you endow.

You are a shining angel, whose exquisitely beautiful face
follows me into my dreams and serves as my poetic interface.
Since the very second I first saw you I knew you were special,
I didn’t know who you were but I knew you were going to be consequential.
I can’t explain how, and I don’t remember exactly when,
but from the minute I saw you I have not been the same since then.

Why do I write? I have been asked since I began nearly a year ago;
to which my response is always the same: because it is the only way that I know how.
However, the real reason, I have to confess, is all because of you:
because without you my words would be misconstrue:
unfathomable, without meaning, is how I am sure people would describe
my poetry without you as my muse, and it is to you I would like to ascribe
every poem that I have ever written-
because if you hadn’t realized by now I am guilty of being smitten.

‘Earth to my Moon’

The first time I saw you I was mesmerized by your adorability-
like the Moon to your Earth, I was attracted by your gravity.
I knew in that moment I was looking at divine bliss-
an angel of heaven, a goddess, the source of eternal happiness.
My chest felt like a cage imprisoning my heart,
which beat faster than a drum, and which I thought someone may have to restart.
In that instant everything came into alignment,
my heart felt as if it had been let out of confinement:
I saw within you something that will be with me every day until my end-
an essence that no one else could ever transcend.
You are special and will forever send my emotions into an uproar,
you are someone who inspires me to write and who makes my mind soar.


You are an Angel of that I am sure,
one of great beauty and with a heart that is pure.
You bring light and joy to all that know you;
you have the most beautiful smile of anyone I ever knew.
Exceptionally talented, the model of grace and perfection,
you can do no wrong in my eyes because you are a revelation:
a direct descendant of Aphrodite herself, the goddess of beauty and love-
who is said to have risen from the sea, while you were sent from above.
All that gaze upon you are instantly taken aback,
because there is no one more beautiful and that fact will always remain intact.

‘You are…’

You are the most beautiful in all of creation;
you are the light that illuminates devastation;
you are the angel of joy and devotion;
you are the source of all emotion;
you are the constant in all of my thoughts;
you are the view which never distorts;
you are the perfection that we dream of all our lives;
you are the one from where all beauty derives;
you are the epitome of positivity and fun;
you are the most special person I have ever gazed upon;
you are the gift more prized than a dove;
you are the one who I will always love.

‘Vision of Perfection’

A vision of perfection from heaven above,
is what you are reminiscent of;
when people are blessed by a visit from the divine
it is your gaze that they see looking back with a shine.
In my mind every angel must look like you:
the most beautiful in all of creation, who no one will ever be equal to.
You are the paragon of perfect design,
not to mention the patent for all that is divine.
Constantly in the thoughts of those who know you,
there is no one else in your league and that will always be true.


You, like Aurora, are the goddess of the dawn;
but you are the only goddess to whom I am drawn.
Aurora announces the arrival of the sun,
while your beauty announces the arrival of the one.
You are the one who is the woman of my dreams;
you are the one who has a smile that gleams;
you are the one who will forever be the focus of my affection;
you are the one who is impervious to any imperfection;
you are the one who has eyes that could brighten any darkened room;
you are the one whose fragrance is more potent that the strongest perfume.


‘Incredible’ is the word which instantly comes to mind
when I think of you, because you are beauty refined-
the purest form of perfection that I have ever seen,
the woman who makes my heart race faster than caffeine.
You stimulate my mind like no other ever could,
because you have a quality that is never misunderstood.
My words could never truly describe
the wonder that is you nor the effect of your vibe.
You are the most amazing person who I have ever laid eyes upon,
the most beautiful woman in the world who will never be outshone.

‘Heart of Gold’

You, my love, have a heart of gold-
one that is pure, for which god broke the mold.
You are a masterpiece, breathtaking, the jewel in the crown
of everyone on Earth- who no one could ever put down.
You are my inspiration, my muse, the one who I write about;
the most special, the most graceful, the one who the world could never live without.
You are a princess of beauty and elegance-
where all that is perfect has come to a coalescence.
You are without a doubt in a league of your own,
for whom my love for has been set in stone.
Whenever I see your face you stir-up so many emotions in me:
you are responsible for allowing my poetic voice to break-free.
For Valentines day I have written this poem especially for you,
because you are the only one who my heart yearns for and that will always be true.
I cannot truly convey the feelings that you stir in me each and every day,
but ‘I love you’ is the only thing that I really want to say.

‘To love you, or not to love you’

To love you, or not to love you; to me there is no question:
one only has to look into your eyes to instantly feel a connection,
an overwhelming adoration, an instant and powerful attraction;
you are a vision of perfection, and will always inspire my imagination.

To love you, or not to love you; to me the answer is beyond words:
one only has to see your face from afar and instantly be drawn towards
an angel of infinite beauty, a woman of impeccable grace;
you have enchanted my heart so that when I dream all I see is your face.

To love you, or not to love you; to me can only be found within:
one only has to think about you and realize that you are not a twin,
their is no one else like you, nor will their ever be;
you are the most beautiful woman that I have ever been blessed see.

I hope all your dreams come true and you receive much love
from everyone who says that it is you they think the world of-
your friends and family, and everyone that knows you:
those whose faces light-up whenever you come into view.

‘When I think of you…’

When I think of you I see your sparkling eyes:
like two stars in the night-sky, they shine brighter than the tails of fireflies.
When I think of you I see your beautiful smile:
evocative to the mind and yet so fragile.
When I think of you I see your delicate face:
so precious and beautiful- the model of perfect grace.
When I think of you I remember something that I once read;
a quote of something that Tennessee Williams once said:
that “life is partly made by the friends we choose,”
and I have believed that ever since you became my muse.
“The strongest influences in my life and my work are always whomever I love,”
is also something Williams once said, to which I have a complete understanding of.
When I think of you there is no one else comparable,
because you are unique and your talents are innumerable.

‘Beautiful Vista’

An endless white before my eyes,
like the page before my pen-
often the sign of a poet’s demise,
after which he never writes again.

As I watch the snow fall outside my window,
I cannot help but ask myself a question:
has my poetic voice been trapped in limbo,
forever to remain, no longer my heart’s expression?

As I look out at the beautiful vista of my snow covered street,
not an hour ago busy with cars and passers-by,
an image forms in my mind of someone I have yet to meet;
however, for whom my adoration I could never deny.

As I think about this person, patterns of words start to form-
like the blue sky that exists within the calm inside of a storm.
Where once their was chaos a vision of perfection now was prevalent,
my source of inspiration- who has always been the most benevolent,
was now all that I could think about,
and whose beautiful face I could not write poetry without.

ab imo pectore




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