Venus and Mars Are Alright Tonight

I can tell you about me with stars:
passionate Aries rules my mind and heart
from Mercury and Venus. Moon and Mars
swim in Piscean dreams. Numbers in charts

Aquarian ascendant beams require
to lofty heights and morals I aspire.
Grounded, a Taurus-tempered bull from birth,
balanced in fire, water, air and earth.

You say, I don’t believe astrology.
Then you’re in a pickle, my mystery
not fickle, simply laid out heaven sent.
The sky contributes clues, my fundament.

Inspired by: Pickle, Numbers, Aspire and written for the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt me.

Beyond The Seeming

At dusk astounded as double suns swash
watercolors bright across sky awash
with passions from the deep unruly day
I swore to keep my feet on bare earth, pray

with all expansiveness of breath, release
these judgments with compassion and find peace.
Gregorian chants lulled me to sweet dreams
which open channels past the world of seem

stars transfer icy siren songs, plaintive
clear notes drilling through the black domain of
moon. I’m out and walking, face to heaven
celebration of my self-expression.

Inspired by: Gregorian, Transfer, Plaintive and Swash.

Get Out From Under

Deep in the triggered hold of the slave ship
congested and detested depraved trip
through time the chains are rusting from tears’ salt
obsessed with blame, relentless finding fault

my heart rings in new patterns love creates
as I sort through what matters in the spate
of fear that clashes with my innate cheer.
Melody is clear. What’s happening here

as the old breaks down in the chopping sea
we’re tossed and turned in the waves that release
the generational captivity
celebrate learning to be truly free

Inspired by: chop, cheer, clashes, patterns and written in the SOCS style for ring.

Back To Basics

Although I came a knowing spark of life,
the feedback I received called “love” the strife
of competition for a share of care.
I aimed to win. I learned fast to beware

and so my birthright sensibility
faded incognito even to me.
I kept a mere acquaintance with my soul
until I realized that to be whole

the early cryptic programming must be
deciphered and the code released, once seen,
as disentangling the toxic threads
with focus and compassion, true love spreads

Inspired by: Feedback, Spark, Acquaintance and Incognito.

Moving On Up

First rule of healing: Are you ready to give up what is making you ill?

If you follow the transits of the stars
Mercury in retrograde writes memoirs
as relics time travel from toxic past
and beg to be released and healed at last

I strictly circumscribe these journeys, stay
in now lifting the veil, no hurry, play
in the reflected glory waxing moon
this mirror of a crater’s profile soon

my passionate intensity to be
far-flung on my higher trajectory
with profile calm and patient, I rejoice
alive and strong, raising my unique voice

Inspired by: Transit, Circumscribe, Profile and Time Travel.

Training Daze

Between the fitful storms, cautioned by crows
and bluejays from the dead treetops and poles
we somehow manage to stay dry. The wet
is tracked by paws and boots. A new mindset:

it’s clear that she played alpha. That role’s mine
and so she tries and tests and sometimes whines.
The situation is equivalent
to sneaky encroachments by government

just so I meet the inroads, standing firm
to ev’ry tentative assay, confirm
my understanding of my sovereign power
invisible as breath, aimed to empower.

Inspired by: Equivalent, Wet and Fitful and by a precious doggie who wants to be queen.

Inner Tuning

Morning practice as sun rises expands
the tender filaments my heart commands
beaming through the ether oblivious
until I wake at dawn fastidious

and patient still sit in the canopy
feathered messengers bring insights to me
I seem to dawdle on the wheel of change
morselling out each delicate exchange

and how I judge my own imperfection
holding a model–whose?–for reflection
until the birds, the trees, the rising sun
illuminate what dissonance has done

Inspired by: Morsel, Beaming, Dawdle and Filament.

Featured image: Indra’s net–not my image, I found this on the web years ago and can’t find the link now.

Greet The Dawn

Today the winsome artist of the skies
begins certain brushstrokes, fleeting surprise
then scrubs it all, paints over with gray haze
choppy with seeded clouds, at sea adaze

the sun continues bold beneath, then parts
through all the toxins and the poison darts
and burns away those artificial lists
posted by beings with utter malice

gold fingers reaching with a sovereign power
lifting my heart, oh how I love this hour
spiraling out of my instructive dreams
which clarify: life is not what it seems

the cardinal sings his spiritual song
joined by the Carolina wren. So long
my ears have strained to understand
these sunrise feathered messengers who land.

Inspired by: List, Winsome, Sea and Certain.

Featured image: A bright red leaf offering on my balcony this morning, swirl effect.

Shapeshifter’s Frequency

A mermaid stranded on the land with fiends
I learned to shapeshift to avoid the scenes
found, as a poet-writer, cryptic codes
disguised retorts, concealed clever ripostes

met by brutality of fists and shoves
shocked by distorted perceptions of love
pervasive toxins in the world abound
dismantling the lies, I become sound

Inspired by: Writer, Mermaid, Pervasive and Retort.

The Clouded View

In the sultry air just after sunrise
a gray cloud covering wallpapers skies
so the view from my belvedere is tight
like bubbles rising piercing each bird’s flight

solitary arrow streaks, catapult
attempts to break apart chemtrail insult
CIA weather control ambition
remnants from toppled archon tradition

just breathing requires peace under the trees
we quell our panic, these worries must cease
the grid of fear will dissipate. True love
transcends, upends the dark controlled above.

Inspired by tradition, bubbles, belvedere, catapult and written in the Stream of Consciousness Saturday style for wallpaper.