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