Sit Still

Will you sit still with me

One moment, baby, please

Recline, relax, release

I mean no harm, believe 

No breach of boundaries

You're ever always free 

Of course I'd like the D

But more importantly 

I want for you to see

Your light and your beauty

In case you can't conceive 

I'll Show You, just like Biebs

You win, Monopoly

Doing Donuts

I'm doing donuts

Round dullards in ruts

Like Slim with no fucks

I'm wild, and what?

They think that I'm nuts

I say it must suck

To stay down and stuck

And so I must cut

Peace out and good luck

Shitlist

My shitlist's in pencil, so never intact

Erase and Rewind and then add and subtract 

You'll be there on Monday, but then I'll redact

It's Friday and I'm Robert Smith on your ass

I'm moody on Tuesday with my Heart of Glass

But willing on Wednesday, it's all in the past 

On Thursday it's over, I'll never go back

And Saturday night is for fighting, attack!

So sorry, not sorry, it's just how I act

I'm Building a Mystery, ask Robert Stack

GoldenEye

Hello, I love your golden eyes

It's like you've swallowed a sunrise

With yellow bees and butterflies

Then mixed with scrambled eggs inside

Banana splits and Pikachu

Perhaps it's why I'm fond of you

I like your smile and sweetness too

You're light and bright and super cute

Hey Joe

Hey Joe, to quote Jimi, you've stolen my bike

You ride it to hide and for fleeing from life

Your father, your job, and perhaps your new wife

And mostly from me 'cause you know I don't like

Avoidance of elephants, lies that are white

You ask me to lay off and give you a break

Well go buy a Kit Kat for God's fuckin sake

I'll never be formal if it's to be fake

And you're free to tell me to jump in a lake

I love it there anyway, water is great

Emotions are oceans of which we're the waves 

Just feel them, they're healing, and you'll be okay

Baby Mage

Baby mage with all I need

Here to heal and born to lead

Soul with know and eyes that see

Made to love and magically

Told not so and disbelieved 

Pumped with poison, put to sleep

Had to beg and sit at feet

Cursed with words and gnashing teeth

Here's the deal and what relief 

I came down to Earth to teach

Found my way, my wings, the keys

Get out of my way, dillweeds

The Weather

Jess, a Capricorn 

One wondering why she's born

She's poring through her natal chart for why she's come to form

Was she a letter torn?

A dress that wasn't worn

Now Saturn's sent a stellium in her with which to warn

It's she who is the storm

Both wintry and warm

One weathering no matter what her way wishes to harm

A staple standing strong 

She's climbing up and on

From doe to goat of sea to sky whose life is right and long