An Eleven

Stagnant Saturn, lattice pattern

On a master eleven

Shattered fragments, how'd this happen

Harnessed coming from Heaven

Honey sour, wilted flower

In the hive he's locked down in

Love is power, all that matters

Don't become a distraction 

Warrior Wherever

Hit a drum and here again

I am a Plains Indian

In and out with a rhythm

Changing only skin I'm in

Where do I begin and end

Who am I inside a wind

Out the smoke of my incense

Through the doorways of descents

Past the pain of my parents

Warrior wherever sent

You will know just what I meant

This lifetime is no different

Dragonfly Drone

A dragonfly drone, with eyes into home

Protects indirectly in spirit and soul

Connects with me sexually in dreams and downloads 

Surrounds me, around me wherever I roam

He met me and left me with his microphone

To teach me to speak on my feet and my own

I adhere, face my fear, and I hope to have shown

That into his butterfly now I have grown

Wish Trip

With garden hose and but a dream

I'm building my own backyard stream

A brook that looks so beckoning 

It takes me to a fairy ring

Where brownies bathe and pixies blink

And salamanders smile and wink

Send tongues into the sun to drink

I watch and wonder why I think

I'm minus any missing link

A diet of fire and fantasies

With wind it's nearly all we need 

When I wade in at wet my feet

I add the earth and it's complete 

No wish or trip is out of reach

Still See

Tricky test and sneaky try

Glitter on this blackened eye

I still see through both my sides 

Left and right, I don't deny

What I do is to decide 

I go up through the inside

Just Be

Atop our electricity

Upon the pole of PG&E

Where once was a majestic tree

A lovely dove does cry to me

If overcome and numb with grief

Her coo is still as strong and sweet

I then begin to sense and see

In each emotion - normalcy

Why should I suffer secretly

When I can share a song or speak

We're not alone, nor wrong or weak

A shadow has no shame, just be

Native Aquarians

Native Aquarians

And a librarian

Filing their air for them

While we're American

Earth after ampersand 

Known to stand by a man

Damn sure do all I can

It's how I serve my land

Like Liquid

The sun like liquid as it sets

He seems like cream and water wet

As to this moon my masculine lets

His will to chill and so resets

While we receive in sleep and rest

Have I my Mother Mary met

At day we wake and we forget

By light we fight and fear besets

Remember men, as we progress

The feminine will mend missteps 

Quills

Quills filled with air like a porcupine's are

They're so I can float and have hope in my heart

I put them to paper and sometimes to spar

But mostly I joke and I don't go too far

At night I'm at home on my own save the stars

Which light all I write with the ink of the dark

The moon says that soon we will not be apart

Your room to illume with my love she departs

Boogie Man

K & C and backing band

I'm looking for my boogie man

One not with which to scare, but dance

To shake it off and out of pants

From sun and fun with royal plans

He comes with pomp and circumstance

A mane with fame and many fans

Because he's born this way and can

We don't look back but we advance

'Cause that's the way I like romance

Kristen's Mission

Queen of waters, Scorpio

Mother of the ocean knows

Love and laughter overflows

Slowly into lion grows

Leader learning to be bold

Healing with her heart of gold

Teaching from her treasure trove

Kristen's mission soothes our souls

Slowburn

Quiet with all I have found

Prius on the gravel sound

Drifting out of this ghost town

Lifting onto higher ground 

Slowburn sewing ballroom gown

Growing into princess crown

Northern, more than former frown

Smiling, eyeing back nor down

What If

What if we are currently 

Right where we're supposed to be

For what our souls wish to see

Not what we want humanly

Ask who wants us to pursue

Is it those who harness you?

Just what are you trying to do

Work for what and earn for who

Nothing here which we accrue

No brick road or avenue

Leads to where we want it to

Happy is an attitude

Joshua's Ashley

Joshua's Ashley

An angel, actually 

Matched to a perfect tee

Of her love, he's worthy

Made him a father, she

Brought in a lass, that he

Learned to love masterfully

And in her absence, sees

Past physicality

To the reality:

Ashley will always be

With him and their Chloe

Like Sally

Stolen soul and sent to Cali

I was made in some back alley

Head stitched to a neck like Sally

Walking wounded through my valley

Wanting what I lacked and badly 

Could not see my center, sadly

Always whole and perfect, actually

Melting snow did show me magically

Christmas is within us naturally

Let us dwell in this then, shall we?

The Unseen

Victim of my empathy

In and out of entropy

Up and down a city street

Meld with every man I meet

Blend in women that I see

Feel their little children's needs

Hear all human symphonies 

Would they rather I not read

See what they might never speak

Do they know it does not mean

I'm a juror judging things

I simply sense the unseen

And my hope is for healing

Love Lilo

I'm not sorry, Stitch

Because glitter sticks

And your pillowslip

Is lit up with this

So do get your fix

Of Route 66

Just don't you forget

Ohana is it

Love from Lilo, *kiss*

Several Sides

In two pretty eyes

I sense several sides

A boy, alien

Alone, abandoned

I want to hold him

A powerful man

Electric, in band

He sizzles, he hums

Blows lights and eardrums

He whistles, I come

An addict - so, sick?

Me too, I can't quit

An egocentric

Mean and erratic

Is this dangerous?

I'm nobody's bitch

Once indigenous

Shamanic, psychic

Make so much magic

My own alchemist!

I think he's the shit

No one is perfect

(Including this chick)

And that's my verdict

His Music

The ultimate Gemini

How many in this guy?

Peasants of you and I

Royal he by birthright 

Symbolic end of life

Upright and in plain sight

Out through the inner light

Elevate up despite

Nothing compares to this

No corvette, cream, or kiss

All that he harnessed with

Blood, sugar, sex magic

Love is what truly sticks

Hear this in his music

This Exists

I throw fire off my fingers

I spin wind around my hips

I go higher for these zingers

Well before they hit my lips

I am wired with my stinger

Do no harm but take no shit

I'm a fighter for what for what lingers

All my ancestors had wished

I'm a scryer for my singer

I have piles of manuscripts

It is dire that my king here 

Understand why this exists

My Apologies

Saturn's in Libra, my apologies

A problem not pretty, it's to people please

To sacrifice balance and not meet my needs

A pattern that benefits neither party

If I come your way I will not be released

The last thing I need is to have this repeat

I've done it in 3 recent lifetimes at least

May I make this clear and shall it help you see

My dharma depends on me not taking lead

Wake not Once

Drift not dormant dead in night

Sleep not sideways sick through life

Build not base on fractured lines

Place not faith in space and time

Dig not deep in diamond mines

Take not face of value sign

Be not blinded on this ride

Seek no solace in this lie

Wake not only once you die

God is not on the outside