Homebase

Chauffeur me, I'll shelter you

Show me how you move and do

In return I'll bring you to

My insides and slide into

Homebase on a Field of Dreams

Isn't that the point of being?

On my way I'll be loving 

Help out who is suffering 

In our outfield I'm standing 

Open glove to sun who streams

My career, it means one thing

To my life my family bring

Sea Bells

Bells at sea, they call to me

Ringing melancholically

Singing, clinging chronically 

Come and save your sailor, he's 

Fretting, treading, cannot breathe 

Same as you and doesn't see

You are where he needs to be

Can I give him wings to sweep

Shipwreck ruin, piracy

If I walk in from my wheat

Will he move to me to meet

Equidistant and complete

Know he now that's all I seek

A Lion

How can you keep a lion small?

A jungle one who runs them all

Position him within your walls

To bend him to your beck and call

Ask him to acquiesce and crawl

Present as if he is your doll

Amiss, you wish, you were this tall

You hide behind his might and gall

My dear, your fear - he'll go AWOL

That is, just is, what will result

Symphony Cynthia

A Gemini moon, divinely communes

Musician physician is fixing with tunes

A Pisces positioned with fishes at school

She listens, envisions, and gives them the tools

Plays both by her heart and a Capricorn's rules

She seesaws from glaciers to southernmost pools

In style, with smiles in a Cayenne so cool

A symphony, Cynthia, angelic too

Give wings to her, sing for her, with every move

A classical, masterful, lightner of moods

She pretties the planet and brightens all rooms

Ley Lines

Key limes, ley lines

Looking north and walking mine

Reading charts in every sign

Emitting wit in pretty rhyme

Opening hearts with sparks that fly

In the dark alight in my

Kissing business booth at night

In your dreams and through my eyes

Til I find my favorite guy

Say aloha, hola, hi

Spellwork

Calls for me from down the block

Stops me on the street to talk

Can't because he's been cock-blocked

Divinely, or on second thought

Spellwork from the side that's not

Blah blah blah & round and round

You're so pretty, glad I've found

A good girl to paint this town

I'm like okay, guess I'm down

Ask his name and stomping grounds

Something steps in, shuts him down

Enters through his open crown

Slack-jawed staring, not a sound

Finally he moves his mouth

That's a secret, says this clown

Sir, I like a good striptease

Power plays and mystery

Not with you though guy, puh-leaze

So I say goodbye and leave

I'll be here all night and week!

Are the final words he speaks

Mischief magic from a chief?

Gets to them but not to me

I'm above this malarkey 

Nor is it necessary 

I would give my love for free

(If it's to the dude I think)

Fool's Gold

Loved by the Sun like one Legend suggests

As articulated by homeboy from Yes

I'm down here in daisies and doing my best

To deal with the pyrite and fool's gold instead

How wonderful would it to be in his rays

The fire that ignited my Venusian ways

I'm spinning around him in our outer space

Whilst wishing he'd visit a Virgo to play

The angels above us and stars in our scape

They give us incentive and words we should say

I've promised to pen them to paper each day

'Cause center of universe - he's hard to shake