Katie's Dragons

Katie's dragons left behind

Killer color-coded kind

Flowers from a friend of mine

Faces of the fire signs

Striving as the sunlight shines

Snapping at the power lines

When I weep my water finds

Them asleep each evening time

In our grief we seek to find

Pull us from this paradigm

Hocus Pocus

Hocus Pocus, here's my opus

My whole heart and all my focus

Has been on my art and voice as

I've been in this vacuum void that's

Had me mad and often hopeless

But my work's my way to cope with

So I rose and wrote and spoke it

Passion is my path to purpose 

Everywhere I go I know this

Love and Work

In love and work

I was a jerk

Apparently, per chart at birth

It has its perks

I guess, on Earth

But what's it worth?

To harm, to hurt

For something I thought I deserved 

This life I've learnt

Through being burnt

Just what's of substance and concern

So things I say

All I convey

And everything I do all day

It is to love

To heal, to hug

Now how it feels is how I judge

A Woodpecker

A woodpecker he's made of me

I hammer at my honey's tree

For him to hear and me to see

How beautiful one boy can be

It seems that I knock senselessly 

Still I persist relentlessly 

Each gift we're sent is meant to seed

I act in authenticity

Totem and Talismam

I talk to totems and to trees

To butterflies and bumblebees

To tailismans and tarot reads

Departed friends and to Ritchiiiiieeeee!

I ask my angels, heckos please?

And this is how they're answering 

When I woke up and chose to see

To walk from what seemed so sturdy

They brought you as a gift to me

I say okay, so why'd he leave?

I hear, has your life been a beach?

You're meant to learn and grow through grief

To turn your light on and to teach

To open up your mouth and speak

And with your wings and writing reach

A lightning bug and lion chief 

El Capitan

El Capitan

I'm not your fan

I will not pay to see your band 

Nor blow you in your touring van

No soy a sailor, mi soul fam

Not second fiddle to a man

I'm equal to and no less than

Fine Print

My astral brothel's gone offline

Please see the fine print on the sign

That if you'd like to be so kind

Do make a move and up your mind

I'm hard to crack but not to find

On sacred space in northern pine

I'm in your wild west this time

I ride with rhyme and to remind

A solar eclipse doesn't shine

Don't use the moon to hide behind