Dance Of  The Phoenix     (In collaboration with grace)

What does it take
to make
the gracious break ,
tenaciously ,
evasively
advances around you skate ,
you never take the bait ,
do you ever quake
with milk and glass ,
a strawberry
would you make mine a shake

Gracious is as gracious still
A bough unbent with laden snow
The bait is sweet, honey combed
To taste from them is indulgence
To skate apart the pattern strives
To meet in the midst and make a bow
With graceful rhythm and Rhyme

If you wait much longer
the pain it just gets stronger ,
the loneliness it takes away
confidence , a price to pay
not of less
but in a big way
and you my grace
Cannot give that away
you are the best
of all great days
you're the zed in zest
and there you waste ,
with all the finest
passion on parade ,
if you need a high lift
I'm here every day

A road travelled
Promises to keep
A love like you knew
For one you once had
Is also mine to feel
To bear allegiance to one
Until as such the bough do break
And wander I, upon the bleak
wilderness of my wasted land

Through the flame
the orange glow
or the pitch of note ,
the celo's groan ,
we fly the same
carpet that floats ,
your soul I crave
your boat I'll row ,
your life I'd save
and let mine go
for you were made
for me …I know

The heart does glow
The soul does sing
This human coil does spark
I thank you now
The utmost honour you bring
To this unworthy being
I beg you now to acquiesce
Be lover loved in Maya space
Never to be second best
For though, Your arms are strong,
The curl of your hands
So sensuous
Your lips passionate in its promises,
your eyes melts mortal women’s hearts
Stronger is my promises
And honour is my code  

You honour
what you  cannot see ,
respect of a dishonesty
you sit and wait
make no mistake ,
as your phone does
refuse to shake ,
you bide by a code
but the liar  , he does break ,
excuses get told  ,
he refuses what's gold  ,
defused in the cold  ,
at the bottom of loves lake .

I bow humbled by your words
Of truth in the telling
Of fruits in the making
Of disappointment and hurt
That’s coming
I persevere for my sake
For I would hate me otherwise
I wait with bated breath indeed
For love at last to ring the bell
Should I fall before that dawn,
Hate me not for being a clown
My epitaph do write
Here lies one who loved well


Rest in peace
oh lovely grace
for I can see
what is your fate
on new years eve
alone and late
you were deceived
and your heart , it did break .