It's Electric

On my stomach sunbathing 

Magic melting through my wings

To my fingers, out my rings

It's electric all I bring

Many moons I wish to stop

Wistfully watching ticking clocks

Feel as if I'll die and drop

Nevertheless, I do not

Tears that taste of salty sea

Is it close as I will be

Have I failed at certain themes

Should not be revisiting 

Still I will keep on scribing

It is what is asked of me

My Vitality

If you feel loved, will you love me

I'm losing my vitality

At least where giving is concerned 

I should've known, I have to learn 

To ask my share, to take my turn

Receive so that I don't get burned

It's hard for me to be so stern

When all I see is soul that yearns

Brunette Bird

Brunette bird I've seldom seen

Dark like coffee without cream

Brown as ground where she's standing

Says to look up from my screen

That my soul is scrolling clean

From my body to their scheme

What all must you be missing 

Chasing meaning and your dream

When you can't control a thing

Stop and feel what you're wishing

State of grace to you this brings

Place of peace and more blessings 

Stay and play in present scenes

Scribe in Life

Pyramid or underground

Tomb of mine is not yet found 

Scribe in life this time around

Every gift which hits my crown

I'm inclined to write it down

Born of my primordial mound

In my labyrinth safe and sound

Walk not south nor round and round 

Orion, lion, be you bound

Meant to Love

Do all your girls know Pluto tricks?

It seems you like a sneaky bitch

With which to quip and power trip

Must I be mean to ride your dick?

I've been there done that sort of bit

I'm trying to transmute this shit!

To be as free as phoenix is

No longer sting, nor strike, or hit

Just like a fish is no fun drugged 

A pincher bug's not cool to hug

Typhoon, and soon, let's rise above

Our water moons are meant to love

Once a Tree

Against my fence it feels to me

All this wood was once a tree

Again it will return to be

Just how it was originally 

What seems like a catastrophe 

Be chopped in blocks and burned to free

Turned into smoke in air we breathe

Into the ethers, out to sea

Should our source feel there's a need

Its back to soil and into seed

Takes root to rise majestically 

To serve on Earth respectfully 

The same is true of humans, we

Cannot destroy our energy

Neptune

My ascendant on your moon

Will express what you cocoon

That's the beauty of Neptune

We may meet in any room

Dancehall dream or astral pool

Needn't speak, but would be cool

And while smoke signals are nice

Pack your bong in peanuts, rice

I'll forgo 5 cent advice

'Cause it does get cold on ice