Moon Balloon

Friends then, back when, and inbetween 

A moon balloon on tin can strings

Between two interstellar beings

I write in rhyme, she speaks and sings

Venusians, Grecians, matching wings

Egyptian pensions, karmic queens

Inside your heart, behind the scenes

Intuits, druids, well esteemed

Both 4's, what for - what does that mean?

We're slowly building better things

Isn't I

Will they wait until they're dead 

In my room at foot of bed

Saying sorry, we've misread

All you've written, what you've said

We have spit on you in life

Spoken words which were not nice

Called you crazy, criticized 

Cast you out and watched you writhe

This is hard for me, no lie

It is painful, angels, why?

Irrespective, isn't I

Who won't love until I die

Cool Cat

Godsmacked, bitch slapped

Held back - why's that?

Did you think that you could do that?

Did I tell you I'm a cool cat?

Mars in Mufasa, moon in Scar

Black jaguar 

And you are?

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