Six in my sail boat
no room for one more.
Shoving and pushing
beyond realms each wants to explore
Dive deeper into the heart of the sweet little Babe
to hear innocent truths and pains that have aged
The shrill of wolfe-like sounds rumble and Rage,
as the depths of her darkness erupt from anger & years of pain...
Perky and plastic camouflage, make-up and lights,
no one will suspect under the Glitter it is she that roars in the night
Analyze – think –
flashing fast words lay traps to confuse,
as Intellect replaces shimmer and dissects the crap out of those who thought they knew.
But if they make it past this bridge and past her fortress gate,
without hesitation she pulls the card of Masculine traits.
For only a Master will not succumb to this final straw,
to see beneath her veil of mysteries and layers of camouflage.
To see beneath her veil,
where the Universe lies.
To see beneath her veil where she is Eye.
Look past the Eye of the innocent Babe.
Look past the Eye of dark screaming Rage.
Look past the Eye of shinning Glitter and lights.
Look past the Eye of word’s chatter and Intellectual flight.