Flashing colours

Don't blink to confuse colour codes 
What do you hold, in fingers held behind 
I want to know, show me proof 


Provide the clarity to withstand my test of doubt 
Painted replicas do not count, would not stand 
Mounted glass still would not count for certified rocks


If I am to step on diamonds you attest to 
Would it be glass squashed, to shock naked of jewellery  
Dirt like the true value of content it holds  


Show me proof of what you are made of 
Show me your worth, in what you bring 
Do not blink to confuse colour codes 


Not this time my friend 
A gentleman's handshake would not do 
Not with 419 so much in style   

Rough Diamonds

Diamonds are a girls best friend   
A currency to the hearts desire 
And men strive to shower her with


Usher her with 
That which sparkles bright with glitter  
She has got to have it, to twinkle her eye   


But not as f'nd in t' earth, rough around the edges 
It has to be clean cut, to have its value sincere 
Never rough around the edges, a note of caution 


Like raw talent 
On wild stallions with strength  
Nurturing  needed to adore its full potential  


Entailing work to be done 
Before delivery in parcels, ribbon wrapped 
Never rough around the edges, hear me now 


Boats sink half way to float 
You have to get your hands dirty
To deliver on wanting success 


To carve a beautiful diamond 
And bring out, its sparkles and dream 
Never rough on edges to show to a girl  

More From Less

It is said that less is more 
 In substance  and value 
And minimalistic  is chic, did you know


Colored waves, subtle in meaning 
Pattern in abstract hanged to float 
Imagination left to populate thoughts 


So the greedy feels out of place  
And extravagant is called tacky  
Gouging without care   


I choose to weather the storm  
Diving down breath held to find 
A pearl sat against glass beads   


The peak of a man in value to attain 
Is reflected on his desire to establish  
And ambitions, wanting less for more  


So as less is held 
And more is strived for in substance   
I will be the man with less on more    


Cleaning dirt, dirt 
Off diamonds with finesse
Do you see the sparkle in a distance

Watch this, like magic 
Made to accentuate 
Accomplishment  of dreams we had 

Wild Stallion

Silk lay hanged on wheat fields 
She stood captivating with dancing in the wind 
The sun out, the calm winds  
Blows to give flight 


Silk delicately lay hang on leaves   
Such grace, she holds, she bares 
This thus gives it, its beauty  
A beauty adored, only of her kind 


Through the windows of my eyes 
I see such beauty, vulnerability 
She sits like a fairy creature 
Blows happiness in the air, with dance
Delicately expressed like the butterfly wings


And I yearn to have presence in here realm
She holds purity, she holds love
The winds are perfect in her world
I hope I guard her sanctity 
It is my wish to do so


I am sure, I am up to the task 
I itch to do so, with vigour 
Yet I fear I come with rougher winds
On the backs of wild stallions 


It threatens to blow her off her hang, 
Her utopia in paradise  
I hope I guard her sanctity
I fear I may bring her pain