The Dead

The dead in my head

Beside me in bed

Outside in my shed

Around me in web

I'm not scared, instead

I go where I'm led

I follow this thread

Record what they've said

Their word I then spread

Remix it, you've read

For this, I've been bred

Your Verse

A day that you seize 

It goes endlessly 

The show does not cease

It's on constantly

Long after you leave

Things grow from your seed

In life's poetry

What will your verse be?

By Heart

Got my Gwen Stefani bindi 

Walking in the sun like Cyndi

Out in space with Mork & Mindy

Inbetween like darling Wendy

In my garden, eat me/drink me

Lost at sea, in stars, completely 

Call on me by heart if need be

I'll be in my lamp with Genie

Make Up

Against my self and soul - a crime

Of wasting talents of my mind

Avoiding truth, denying sign

Restricting signals from divine

My health in shambles and decline

From years in fear and on sidelines

For this I pay a fee and fine

I think exclusively in rhyme

Compelled to spell where I'm behind

To make up for this missing time 

My wish, just this: through it to find

My counterpart and kindred kind

Collective Conscious

This art that you appreciate

These artists you so celebrate

You sing along, pontificate

Lay back and watch what others make

Get drunk, and high, and medicate

Quote Kerouac and Willy Shakes

Write papers on how they're so great

Then mock me, send me side-eye hate

For veering off your boilerplate

Hello McFly, I can't relate

And I will give it to you straight

You ever stop to think - hey wait

Perhaps I can participate 

How do they come up with, create?

These gifts and talents you equate

With high IQ's and genius traits

The point where they originate

It's a collective conscious state

Expression is unique, innate

But we all have this access, mate

Turn on, tune in, for goodness sake

Caretake

Unlock my heart-shaped garden gate

Collapse in coral bells and wait 

Into my tuberose escape

To heaven-scented sugarscapes

In this my mystic meadow place

I've made no messes nor mistakes

I've caused no harm or hearts to break

I'm given penance, pardon, grace

A smile is spreading 'cross my face

For when the winds stir me awake

I'm free as flowers as I caretake

Matching Moons

My grandma Peggy

Born 1920

A Virgo like me

And matching moonsies

A Scot overseas

With hair like Lucy

To Texas, to see

What else there might be

Back in the forties

(I mean the nineteens)

A cowgirl from green

John Wayne with Maureen 

You find what you need?

I'll keep on looking 

Bobby

Bobby the Iranian

Thought I was a lesbian

'Cause I wouldn't sleep with him

Stayed at home with pad & pen

Engineer and atheist 

Said I was the craziest

American that he'd witnessed

Analyst and anarchist 

True, I wasn't made for it

Up and left that damn office

Sealed with my ass to kiss

Like him, I go where I wish

Mr. Lotta

Chris's Father - Charles Lotta

Taught of Dot and bush koalas

Kangaroo and duckbill plata

Fairy bread and egg pavlova

Played us didge and said we gotta

Be authentic, always oughta

Spoke of music's healing powers

Poems and prose and pretty flowers

Asked of us we honor ours

And I do all day, each hour

IOU

An IOU

Oh yes, you do!

A raincheck too

And I cash you

Kin

Neptunian, Shakespearean 

We've met inside our skies again

Musician and an alien

Astrologess and magician

Through sign and rhyme and time we bend

By birds and butterflies we send

On dragonflies and hyacinths

Near friends who feel we play pretend 

That we belong in looney bins

No matter, pay no mind to them

This is the way we find our kin

Money Tree

Currency is energy

Value I do or don't see

Based on how abundantly 

I do view myself to be 

Blue as bells and Baltic Sea

Rich with gold intrinsically 

With or independently 

Treasure Island instantly 

I am my own money tree

Rainbow's end is inside me

Tornado Jo

Tornado Jo

An Aries, so

Upright, on fire, and onward ho

A yogi though

She'll Bend Down Low

At ease, with peace, in grace she goes

A chick in know

A witch with flow

Her moon of mist and melting snow

A burlesque show

She'll fight you, bro

Like me, she's free and with crossbow 

My Back

It's funny you should mention that

That all we have is now, in fact

'Cause I just chose to interact

To switch trajectories and tracks

To edit defecits and lack

Call all my light and power back

Respond from love and not react

To fear and fragmenting and crap

Remember all I am and act

Accordingly and pronto, stat!

The universe does have my back

Her Bath

Do we think that Kristen Pfaff

That she just died in her bath

Do we really think that that's 

Not insulting, weird, or wack?

What if Whitney was on crack?

Mushrooms, catnip, caffeine, smack

No one drowns like that, asshat

Not her daughter either, ack

In Space

You'd like to put me in my place

To segregate by class and race

To chaos cause with horror and hate

To shoot me up and mask my face

Do you know who I am in space?

I'd lay your lizard ass to waste

Care neither for your church nor state

Your taxes, banks, and mortgage rates

Come at me with your tanks, your mace

I straight up shall evaporate 

That's Sweet

The same frequency 

Like two pretty leaves

From two different trees

I can't make you me

But why would you be?

Exist separately 

Yet similarly 

I think that that's sweet

Fantasia

Unbothered by your Earth 3D

Despair and negativity

Nor shadows in my mirror I see

I'm warrior, empress, child: all three

You don't believe it? Come for me

Fantasia has no boundaries

Angel's Apprentice

Blue eyed and blonde fish

Angel's apprentice

Betrayed by a kin snitch

Geffen and grunge shit

Candle and cake wish

Burn out and blow this 

Left us a space witch

She's got your heart, kid

Intuitive Astrology

Intuitive astrology

Your soul inside the stars I see 

Allow an alien like me... 

To read you via poetry 

The planets transit beautifully 

Around you in your galaxy 

Lets do a dance of energy  -

Fill out my form posthastily

Alphabet Eve

Spaghettio sea

Like Chef Boyardee

Been you before she

But not after C

This alphabet eve

I swim and I see

ABC through Z

I move them and wee!

It spells U + me

Northern Nest

Misused, abused, confused, repressed

Turned over-sexed and under-dressed

Corrupted and it's been complex

Obscured in swords and cryptic text

Methodically is moving west

Across the sky as sun that sets

A lifelong lasting lunar trek

Into her moon and northern nest

And only then begins to rest