A little bee, that's what I am
visiting your picnic, on that juicy piece of ham.
People don't notice, not even give me a glance
until they bring their food up, to be pierced on their lance.

I buzz and scream all around,
"What are you doing? Have I not been found?"
When they hear the boisterous mighty roar,
they act all scared, almost fell to the floor.

As they swat and flap their giant wings,
this chaotic mess is the stupidest of all things.
Away I go, back to my humble nest,
to relay to the others, "I did my best."

Out of the frying pan and into the fire,
as I got back, it seemed quite dire.
Perched on two legs, the bear disturbed our work,
while thinking to myself, "Man, what a ****!"

Won might axe, "What is the mind?"
It tells you two think...act...or find.
Think of memories, that strain the hart,
Or act ridiculous, like making a ****!

"Find what?" People shall inquire.
"Four all of these miss steaks, written with know desire?"
But think twice, thrice, why not mice?
For this poem was written to give you spice.

The mind you sea, can make cents from error.
The mind can bee a place of terror.
Please do not be afraid, if eye must say.
For the monsters inside can stay at bey.

The fear within can be a hindrance.
Especially, when safety is off inn the distance.
Sow why does your mind keep you back?
You can't get away! You're always under attacked!

The answer is knot what you always feel.
No, it's not even complicated like making a deal.
For if you look deep down inside.
It's just your emotions, trying to hide.

Let's think a bout this, it's quite simple.
Like finding that stoopid annoying pimple.
You mite be the type to complain and blame.
**** your delicate mind is just a game.

Fall pray to it's claws, and you will lose.
In reality, it's only a ruse.
It will toss, turn, and try too undermine.
In order to win, you must mine the mind.

Dig in the depths of this vast beautiful world.
For you are the one that made it unfurled.
The only difference between yours and mine,
Is that I have mine, and yours is perfectly fine.

The wind grew chill on a summer’s day
And the clouds built up outside,
‘It looks like a storm is coming our way,’
Said the folk of Ezra’s Pride,
The sea rose up in a mighty swirl
And it swamped their coastal town,
‘I think there’s something wrong with the world,’
Said the blacksmith, Helmut Brown.

He left the forge as the fire went out
Under the tidal surge,
And looked to heaven as folk would shout
‘The sea and the sky have merged.’
For the clouds above were purple and gold
The horizon coloured the same,
The ground beneath had rumbled and groaned
As it came, the pelting rain.

He went to look for his Isabelle
In the cottage down by the shore,
The water there was draining away
Then it hit the eaves once more,
And she clung onto the cottage roof
Where it swept her there in fright,
She cried to Helmut, ‘Just get me down,
I fear for my life tonight.’

So he took her down in his brawny arms
And he waded through the flood,
‘I’ll keep you safe from the world’s alarms,’
As he walked through seas of mud,
He walked her up to the higher ground
As the lightning lit the sky,
‘I’ll not let anything happen to you
For in truth, I’d rather die.’

But then the ground had opened up
In a crevice, ten feet deep,
And he was parted from Isabelle,
Who stood on the side more steep,
‘How can I come on back to you,’
The love of his life had cried,
As he stood still as the crevice grew
So wide, on the other side.

‘The world is trying to tell us things,
It’s tearing us all apart,
Perhaps we haven’t been kind to it,
It’s punishing us, sweetheart.’
And she had moaned, his Isabelle,
Stood out in the pouring rain,
‘Well what have I ever done to it?
The planet is going insane.’

Then the thunder growled up overhead,
As if to refute a lie,
‘It’s you who are insane,’ it said,
‘Get ready to say goodbye.’
And a lava flow came down the hill
In a stream, and glowing red,
‘Don’t let it come near you, Isabelle,
Just a touch, and you’ll be dead.’

We’ll leave them there on that distant hill
Where the world keeps them apart,
‘Why should you be untouched,’ it said,
‘When you folk have broken my heart.
You have drilled through me, and spilled on me,
And have fouled my lakes and seas,
Why should I leave your perfect love
When I’m filled with your disease?’

David Lewis Paget

If you asked me what I saw
That night that I saw you
I’d say I saw the setting sun
Above the ocean blue

I saw the sky begin to fade
As darkness took its hold
The stars above began to watch
Their gaze, a shimmering gold

I saw a star fall from the sky
A burning ray of light
It held within a beauty fair
Your beauty shining bright

I then beheld your forest eyes
The sage and emerald green
I saw inside a lawless sight
Within, you are the Queen

The wind, I heard it speak your name
The breeze, it told your tale
It whispered softly of your charm
Your skin, so soft, so pale

The birds above, they sing your song
They fly without a care
Above the clouds, you’re free to fly
You soar on wings of air

Down within the ocean deep
You swim among the fish
Alone, they give you one last chance
You’re granted one last wish

You wish to live your life in peace
A happy girl to be
You wish to find the one you love
If only you could see

But little did you really know
That standing by your side
Was one who’d give his life for you
In him you could confide

If you ever go away
I’ll lose my only love
Although I’m patient, you will see
For you, I’ll look above

From Dawn to Dusk, I’ll wait for you
In hope that you return
Though we may never meet again
For you, my love will burn