Sunday, July 17, 2016


Beyond the shadow of a slightest doubt
a trace of the moon seen in silver spoon
inside your mouth, under a sharp tongue
hold on to the temptation,don't let it hang
hankering might spoil the whole shebang.
Sugar coated tongue has charming entice
sweet nothings down the ear sounds nice
in spite of fiery desire turning to nasty vice
do not brood even if you end up in demise
trivial pursuits fetch only a skin-deep price.


Beneath still waters there is a strong undertow
The surface won't show what deep waters know
Should you wish to find the dawning, dive into it
The way below might take you to worlds beyond
What goes around has a way of coming around.


I just washed down some small talk
with a gobble of watered down slurs
which were crowding my big mouth
Idiotic idioms got caught in my teeth
rude remarks were stuck in my throat
while I was chewing each bite in spite
I kept spitting out what I should not
as the argument became rather hot
I had to bite my lips to stop the fight
my tongue is muted when out of sight
silence is required to get things right.


Crawling out of a cracked crypt 
tummy stuffed with ghastly feed
emerging from nightmarish deed
flesh flashing degenerated meat.
Was once dead, then took a flip
a decaying corpse in grave heat
a horror flick, take the front seat
a box office hit is here to repeat.


Slow cooking simmer on back burner
toad in top form, bathing in lukewarm
nice and steady, easy does it.. utterly
with kid gloves on, stirring constantly 
bringing frog to boil, ever so gingerly.
This method whilst politically correct
could ultimately have a chilling effect.


When surfing in cyberspace everyone has a face
There are quite a few custom made unique outfits
Should one seek transparency, it is not even here
Not much different than the private lives we share
I aspire for a nudist beach with transparent waters
Where who might be watching me does not matter
Far better than worrying about what one might say
Much rather be my true self as I safeguard my way
From a phoney crony who pretends to be my friend
The truth is like an air bubble, will surface in the end.


Change is inevitable
one way or another
sooner than later
it will take place
right on the face
no need to resist
don’t let it persist
let go of the strain
flow with the grain
an aptitude to skim
may spoil the dream
the attitude to please
could melt the freeze
should you so please
make yourself at ease
in rough times like this
how the wind may blow
will determine the show.