An Eleven

Stagnant Saturn, lattice pattern

On a master eleven

Shattered fragments, how'd this happen

Harnessed coming from Heaven

Honey sour, wilted flower

In the hive he's locked down in

Love is power, all that matters

Don't become a distraction 

Warrior Wherever

Hit a drum and here again

I am a Plains Indian

In and out with a rhythm

Changing only skin I'm in

Where do I begin and end

Who am I inside a wind

Out the smoke of my incense

Through the doorways of descents

Past the pain of my parents

Warrior wherever sent

You will know just what I meant

This lifetime is no different

Dragonfly Drone

A dragonfly drone, with eyes into home

Protects indirectly in spirit and soul

Connects with me sexually in dreams and downloads 

Surrounds me, around me wherever I roam

He met me and left me with his microphone

To teach me to speak on my feet and my own

I adhere, face my fear, and I hope to have shown

That into his butterfly now I have grown

Wish Trip

With garden hose and but a dream

I'm building my own backyard stream

A brook that looks so beckoning 

It takes me to a fairy ring

Where brownies bathe and pixies blink

And salamanders smile and wink

Send tongues into the sun to drink

I watch and wonder why I think

I'm minus any missing link

A diet of fire and fantasies

With wind it's nearly all we need 

When I wade in and wet my feet

I add the earth and it's complete 

No wish or trip is out of reach

Still See

Tricky test and sneaky try

Glitter on this blackened eye

I still see through both my sides 

Left and right, I don't deny

What I do is to decide 

I go up through the inside

Just Be

Atop our electricity

Upon the pole of PG&E

Where once was a majestic tree

A lovely dove does cry to me

If overcome and numb with grief

Her coo is still as strong and sweet

I then begin to sense and see

In each emotion - normalcy

Why should I suffer secretly

When I can share a song or speak

We're not alone, nor wrong or weak

A shadow has no shame, just be

Native Aquarians

Native Aquarians

And a librarian

Filing their air for them

While we're American

Earth after ampersand 

Known to stand by a man

Damn sure do all I can

It's how I serve my land