uncovered and revealed
the revelation untwined
the false dawning of all
the word submerged

held at the edge
like a frightened wave
like aurora sweeping
I seek you
I see you

in the falling winter rains
in the dark river mane
I hear you whisper my name
where my heart you claimed

desire you said was a cutting flame
where you would remove the chains
where the gate called fame
would remove the opulence of
innocence like a smashed chalice

I'm game
Fresh as a summer's rain
A rolling stone gathering
no moss
A mile a minute

My frame
The lesser of two evils
Is a necessary evil
My acid test
Rotten to the core

I'm sane
Nose to the grindstone
The icing on the cake
that knocks
the cover off the ball
and Knocks that ball
Right out of the park

It's all good when some say
Keep it on the down low
then it ain't nothing but a chicken wing

There are those that insist on having it their way
Too hot to trot when expected to change
Then talk a mile a minute tuning out understanding

At other times too many cooks spoil the broth
then Silence is golden
and emotions are free as a bird

When love is blind
sex becomes a necessary evil and
all hands to the pump lose control

Old woman in the corner
Bent and weary worn
Regales her family with days of yore.

When it was all good and
Wrinkles were like hens teeth
And false teeth were on the down low.

Life goes a mile a minute
When your filled with the vigour of youth
A rolling stone gathers no moss

Free as a bird and 
fresh as the summers rain
Your love is deeper than the deepest ocean

But it's nose to the grind stone
There is no icing on the cake
Too many cooks spoil the broth 

All Hands To The Pump

intrepid

damn you charlie brown,
tiny tim and sam hall,

It's all (finger lickin') good
and it ain't nothing but a chicken wing

when you're hot to trot
and too many cooks (doth) spoil the broth

keep it on the downlow you say,
silence is golden

but I'm free as a bird
when love is blind

a necessary evil
the lesser of two (evils)

the icing on the cake
the acid test when love is blind

and scarce as hen's teeth
free as a bird

Acid Test (Re-write)

I listen to your words
and laugh at your lack of originality
You call yourself an artist
I call you a fake

You think your rhymes
Are elementary
Mean something in this universe
They have superiority.

But I can surely tell you now
I mock your every word
You make me laugh when you
Spill out your quotes.

You pretend that you don't want fame
You want anonymity
You want to live your life at full throttle
Then you pretend you're laid back

"I hear she was sentenced
to life."
said one angel to another

the wind pressed on the meadow green
daisies roared like young waterfalls
willows danced in the sun like naked trees

only a cry was heard
this side of heaven.

Our family ties, by custom, complex
Some in simple units of man and spouse
Ours, with three wives and fifteen children
A step sister slapped by a half brother
In brawl from play by younger ones
Entire household engulfed in militancy
A sketchy spectacle for the passers by

My friend is hurting bad
way down deep inside,
makes me want to run away!

It's difficult
his grief to hide;
How the passion "stirs", from Alize~.

Never met this woman,
but what's true is true
this passion I feel, is real!

Sad is this day,
and every day that's "blue"!
This passion of Alize~, I feel.

Remember all these days,
when they come along,
it's when someone good goes away;