Action Art

Fire is a vehicle

Action art in ritual

One part war with whimsical 

All-important, integral

Light a match and let it go

Oxygen unto it blow

Fan the flame and watch her grow

Phoenix from once crawling low

Final stage of Scorpio

Breaking through a given mold

Soaring over status-quo

So Much for the Afterglow

Flower Water

Flower water, blow it through

Crossing California soon

Off my lips into the blue

From my heart and onto you

Which one is your favorite scent?

What would cause you to relent?

Jasmine, lilac, hyacinth?

Can I catch you with fragrance?

Honeysuckle, says the bee

He thinks it would help you see

When it wafts to you by breeze

You'll know you belong with me

Many Moods

Apologies if I am flawed

Ever always asking God

Please let me see what you saw

When I came here in this pod

Lend me an archangel's help

Ancestors and ancient Celts

Roman, Grecian, Bible Belt

Any one or thing heartfelt 

Purify the thoughts I choose

Balance out my many moods

Bad karma and attitudes

Without caffeine and/or 'ludes

Steer me from what does disrupt

Give me grace and lots of luck

Send a boy to say what's up

Make it so life doesn't suck

29th Degree

These forces at work

How badly they hurt

The A on my shirt

This poisoned dessert

The pulleys, the strings

Past lives behind scenes

They haunt me in dreams

Sleepwalk me to things

Attempt to rewrite

To run from my plight

Control and I fight

You sentence, indict

29th degree

Can't Shake The Disease

Die on my trapeze

Because you drop me

Serpent Skirt

Four deaths that stalk mankind

Crawl down a family line

It's time I change my mind

And create by design

Erase these olden tales

Of mangled masts and sails

Of dead-end roads and trails

Of fallen dreams and fails

I am only my breath

Not anything that's said

No need to shave my head

I shed my skin instead

This is my serpent skirt

I give her back to earth

Burn bridges at the hearth

And step into my work

I rewrite life with light

Delete the pain and blight

Forgive all foes and fright

I came to make this right

Ophelia

I believe I've been a monk

This life's like I'm being punked

Perhaps I'm in purgatory

Dead and buried, mortuaried

Standing still and staring scary

Only felt by fae and fairy

To this earth I'm bound and married

How much karma can I carry?

I hear circus music playing

Endless hall of mirrors displaying

Only me and I am praying

See myself in water laying

Like Ophelia and saying

I'm incapable of staying

Pluto's Direction

Gaining speed and getting traction

Rolling full force into action

Goes direct and takes no prisoners

Damn torpedos, runs with scissors

Cruel to dreamers and to wishers

It's for open eyes and listeners

Out of retrograde reflection

End to idle introspection

May your prayers provide protection

Pluto's changing its direction