a finite moment of time,
stings under garments

dies happy knowing life had purpose.

The magic of three
gives the power to he,
The almighty brawl
feared by all,
His desire for sweet
in the blistering heat
only adds to his ambition.

Do not get in his way
or you shall pay,
Just stand very still,
do not try to ****
No matter who you are,
you are a soldier of war
and if you are brave, you are foolish.

Let me be the Angel
Who bears that pain for you
I am present in your memory
And my thoughts distract you

You will forget the pain
For that lose yourself in me
Always be ready for that detail
Which you find in a stingy bee

I shall as always tell that all is well
Entice you with my newer poems
Just lie back carefree in your bed
Feel me by the side stroking you to sleep.