soft as fuck but not a dull blade
i can cut like a knife in a dark arcade
cause this mind is multidimensional
you could trip on the intentional
mutterings and sputterings of an
ocean swelling, current telling
waves of crazed and hardened parts
which soften under pressure
of the things i untether
with my words like stormy weather
they call me $tevie weaver
i weave your dreams with a cleaver
to find what's beneath flesh
the raw, unfiltered fresh

You are the calm beneath the storm
You are strong morning sun, warm
And I can hold my own
Always transform

i could gut a fish with these eyes if you let me
i could debone you with these hands if you test me
cause the curious feline in me prevails
and all humans have chaos to unveil
but only with consent and a steady gaze
would i trample and let you amaze me
wild red by tooth and claw
go ahead, take the easy way with a chain saw
I'll walk right through the walls you've constructed
as if spirit could possibly be obstructed--fool
if you dare let me in
i'll know before you begin
to open mouth, spouting small talk
seeing through to the you you can't mock

You are the calm beneath the storm
You are strong morning sun, warm
And I can hold my own
Always transform

clear vision like the ace of swords
unity unyielding in force and form
got Kali goddess on my shoulder
and angel Micheal on the other
cut through density with a propensity for immensity, you feel me?
diving deep through the magnanimous
while you circumnavigate the calamitous
The only route is direct, when you widdle down to inspect
the fertile ground in your roots
the momentum of heavy boots
on pavement, glass and grass
of the ashes you spring from
all a phoenix rising from a kingdom
within the heart and without a system
without iron bars and no will to disarm
no hesitance to go where others may alarm
with resistance to that which merely charms

You are the calm beneath the storm
You are strong morning sun, warm
And I can hold my own
Always transform