Idle Tongue

Idle hands it is they say
Is where the devil be at play
Dance around the fire
Display in a
Delightful merry way

Light the candle
Shoot the spark
Watch the smoke rise
In the dark

My gossip queen
You plant the seed
Watch your tongue
Roll out the deed

Secret are the words
Projectile turns left yet to burn
Quiet quiet til they bubble
Up creating all the trouble

Dramatic fork we taste the
Naughty vulgar wicked
Licks of tawdry slippery
Unmistaken brazen
Things you say

Evolve into a sacred world
Make the changes that will
Swirl out a progress
Disenthrall the beast
That’s knocking at
Your door

Your choice to stay
Around the pit even
To hang out or in it
Is liberation to
A friend
Soon will end

To rise above
Is to defend
An age
Well spent
Deliver me

© GÄ

Published by

Geino Äotsch

An artist & spiritual lover. Author of & - Tea Maker & Owner of - Hair & Music at