Noni

You were my old crush.

A soothing dream during my

awkward teenage years.

After Saks Fifth - you -

pleaded the fifth for so long...

What happened to you?

Let's go dream

a new dream!

---<--@

So you did something silly, you cat.

I'm not judging you though... how can I?

I'm prone to silliness myself <smile>.

You learn, you laugh, you move on...

Real Stars

Some stars are fake, some are real -

of the fake ones, the heart can feel,

because of the real ones,

when one can tell -

it's their nearness to our earth

that makes it sell.

Real stars shine with a warmth

that often reaches us

and are full of genuine concern

but fake ones really don't connect

as much as we would like,

their light is not as warm and comforting

as far as the heart can tell

they could be as far from our earth

as heaven is to hell.

=^.^=

Abigail

You were so tiny

when you started out in "Signs"

not so long ago...

Years are a measure

of maturity not age -

listen, learn, love, grow.

Be happy,

dear Abbie.

---<--@

I believe in you.

The Chase

- from a friend

The story is told about a young lion that asked his mother: “Where is happiness?”

The mother lion responded: “On your tail.”

Upon hearing this, the young lion started chasing his tail, and spent the whole day doing so.

Seeing the young lion tired and exhausted, the mother lion said: “Son, you don’t chase happiness. Just keep moving forward, and your happiness will follow.”

- selah -

Of course, in your case Abbie, this story would be about a young lioness...

You know, a lot of things can be said about making the wrong choices... the problem is when we don't say them (even to ourselves).

Everybody wants to be happy. But no one knows how to get there. So we sort of stumble into happiness, we try to define it. And when we are wrong we get devastated.

So many people in your profession are trying to find happiness in the wrong places. I should know, I've been in some of those...

So go and be happy, dear Abbie - grow up with grace and let happiness come to you.

God bless you and your generation, Starshine.

Princess Alex

Pretty purrrincess -

energetic but fragile

like a flower, soft.

Sweet and brave, seeming,

yet often vulnerable...

you take care, you cat.

May you find

your true prince.

---<--@

I wish you well, you cat.

Skyla

Skyla is a cat.

Strong and sunny is this one.

Funny and crazy.

I feel her brightness.

Not sharp, but soft and aglow.

She's Starla's sister.

Her earth name

is Sheena.

---<--@

I wish you well, you cat.

My Ate Mane

My Ate Mane

is a down-to-earth person,

real as real can be.

She is an artist

with a passion for her art;

a wife and mother.

Above all,

she's fam'ly.

---<--@

Two less lonely people in the world...

Happy birthday, Kirk!

Now, this is what I mean when I say that

my ate and my kuya are real stars -

Real Stars

Some stars are fake, some are real -

of the fake ones, the heart can feel,

because of the real ones,

when one can tell -

it's their nearness to our earth

that makes it sell.

Real stars shine with a warmth

that often reaches us

and are full of genuine concern

but fake ones really don't connect

as much as we would like,

their light is not as warm and comforting

as far as the heart can tell

they could be as far from our earth

as heaven is to hell.

=^.^=

Natalie

Petite, erudite,
shining with another light,
beautiful and bright.

Hollywood glamour
was never your life's measure;
means to better ends.

Your starlight
is your own.
---<--@

I simply refuse to believe the Black Swan rumors...

Celebrity

(This haiku is also for my Kuya and for my Ate -

who are real stars,

y

ou know who you are...)

O celebrity!

Thy fashions, they fade and flee!

What becomes of thee?

Thy world is fickle.

Hold on to thy happiness

before it runs out.

Fame, fortune...

Trust it not.

---<--@

Do not live for other people's lights.

Be the source of your own starlight.

That way hold your strength secure

against the rush of these bright lights.

For your world shall soon betray you

if to thine own self you fail to be true.

Fickle is the golden flame of celebrity.

So guard thee well your inner identity.

Lest these bright lights consume you.

And leave you restless without a clue.

O Grizabella, Grizabella, you cat...

Grizabella, you Glamour Cat...

Julie

Beautiful, fragile,

our matinee angel true...

I remember you.

For a brief moment

you shone - all to brief, it seems...

now you shine for God.

Peace be with

you, Julie.

---<--@

Julie Vega (19680521 - 19850506) - via con Dios.

Taken too young, now young forever.