Like Sally

Stolen soul and sent to Cali

I was made in some back alley

Head stitched to a neck like Sally

Walking wounded through my valley

Wanting what I lacked and badly 

Could not see my center, sadly

Always whole and perfect, actually

Melting snow did show me magically

Christmas is within us naturally

Let us dwell in this then, shall we?

The Unseen

Victim of my empathy

In and out of entropy

Up and down a city street

Meld with every man I meet

Blend in women that I see

Feel their little children's needs

Hear all human symphonies 

Would they rather I not read

See what they might never speak

Do they know it does not mean

I'm a juror judging things

I simply sense the unseen

And my hope is for healing

Love Lilo

I'm not sorry, Stitch

Because glitter sticks

And your pillowslip

Is lit up with this

So do get your fix

Of Route 66

Just don't you forget

Ohana is it

Love from Lilo, *kiss*

Several Sides

In two pretty eyes

I sense several sides

A boy, alien

Alone, abandoned

I want to hold him

A powerful man

Electric, in band

He sizzles, he hums

Blows lights and eardrums

He whistles, I come

An addict - so, sick?

Me too, I can't quit

An egocentric

Mean and erratic

Is this dangerous?

I'm nobody's bitch

Once indigenous

Shamanic, psychic

Make so much magic

My own alchemist!

I think he's the shit

No one is perfect

(Including this chick)

And that's my verdict

His Music

The ultimate Gemini

How many in this guy?

Peasants of you and I

Royal he by birthright 

Symbolic end of life

Upright and in plain sight

Out through the inner light

Elevate up despite

Nothing compares to this

No corvette, cream, or kiss

All that he harnessed with

Blood, sugar, sex magic

Love is what truly sticks

Hear this in his music

This Exists

I throw fire off my fingers

I spin wind around my hips

I go higher for these zingers

Well before they hit my lips

I am wired with my stinger

Do no harm but take no shit

I'm a fighter for what for what lingers

All my ancestors had wished

I'm a scryer for my singer

I have piles of manuscripts

It is dire that my king here 

Understand why this exists

My Apologies

Saturn's in Libra, my apologies

A problem not pretty, it's to people please

To sacrifice balance and not meet my needs

A pattern that benefits neither party

If I come your way I will not be released

The last thing I need is to have this repeat

I've done it in 3 recent lifetimes at least

May I make this clear and shall it help you see

My dharma depends on me not taking lead