Honey Bee Flying Around In Winter

I have been reluctant to pen this verse Because I don't understand what it was all about I have been reluctant to pen this verse Because I don't want anyone to get hurt Morning comes and evening goes And everyone is looking for an easy way to end the show But the icing will not go on the half baked cake Unless the details are sound practical and clear Year after year it has been the same Using innocent lives for political gains What happen to the humanity Your self-absorb and heartless plans have ruined your dignity I have been reluctant to pen this verse Because the message came from mother earth They are scattered everywhere so you better beware Yesterday I sat in streets watching the sun shining brightly from the East spreading its beam all over the land exposing perpetrators and harnessing the dictators It burns through the promiscuous sky waving its hands as it passes by sitting on top of the tower waiting for that appointed hour It searches out the evil hearts that is dividing and pulling everyone apart It shines with dignity while listening to the dishonesty I sat in the rich man's parking lot waiting on I don't know what I was waiting on something very important to end the ruthless confusion I sat patiently on the concrete edge waiting Not even Vladimir and Estragon had that patience Godot didn't show up in the rich man's parking lot But Godot did appear in the form of a cat. I kept staring at the blatant sun penetrating the cold and spreading its furious flames around I don't know why I went there everything was cold and bare Business had come to a stand still and there was no life or energy within But as I showed up at that place morning came alive and passion starts running high I warmed my cold feet and listened tentatively to my heart beat All of of a sudden the parking lot start filling up Dirty cars that has not been washed since the beginning of winter was parked all over They all look like the usual cars strolling up and down the street Blocking traffic and crowding the neighborhood street and harassing peaceful foreigners walking along the street Suddenly businesses comes alive and start selling pudding and pies Even the Russian was out parading in his military hat and gown I wonder what this guy was thinking by adorning himself in a Russian coat The music shops were getting customers they have suffered all winter America is a global pretense which is why she has lost most of her closest friends She has people lined up for every occasion and for every difficult situation Life and death resides on the tip of her tongue this dissimulation will not last long I sat there patiently watching the stubborn morning unfolding Fake shoppers filling up the parking lots Spending money that they have not got This seems to be a normal pattern When America is trying to make an impression This is downright deception that has infiltrate the mother land I sat on the concrete edge waiting; waiting patiently for something Warming up my hands and feet and praying for the journey to complete Suddenly a dirty jeep came speeding down the parking lot and a white man emerged from inside coughing and spitting on my side He knew that I was sitting there but he just did not care But something in my Spirit cried out no! It's perhaps the best way to end the miserable show He grabbed a little boy from the back of the jeep and head straight into the cafe If he was in Singapore he would be fined for how much I don't know for coughing and spitting at strangers in the street I did not let it bother me at first I felt offended But like everything else I allow my Spirit to sucks it in Everything seems to be coordinated; it was unnatural and fabricated Who is behind the mascaraed it must have been someone in high authority Everyone is familiar with this same old dirty game. Everywhere you go the pattern is the same There was one man walking from store to store wearing an orange shirt and wielding a little child about His rhythm was abnormal and he too was playing games It is a shame that they use children in these dangerous games I kept my eyes on the sun while waiting on the gun Suddenly a woman crossed my path wearing a fancy leopard coat she crosses directly in front of me and went to another shop I sat there waiting, waiting on what I don't know Then another woman wearing a blue tea-shirt tucked inside her over coat she greeted me with a smile as she passed by She went her way and drove quietly away I still sat their waiting,waiting on I don't know what The woman in the leopard coat crossed my path a second time causing me to raise an alarm I wish I knew what it was all about Who are these people flirting upon and down the town Everywhere I go I see them on the bus on the trains In the perking lots and around the bend They even use mentally derange men and women to antagonize and harass people in the street What is it they are hoping to achieve? Just as I thought about it A honey bee came out of nowhere and land on my left shoulder It crawled up and down my coat then flew to the ground I looked for it but I could not find it The message had arrive and land on me in plain sight I went back to the my truck and a white man rushed out of a white car Asking me a silly question if I saw who ran in the back of his car Immediately I knew that he was one of the county harasser I politely answered no and went in my truck I came out of the truck and left the door open and went back to where I was sitting I stood there for a while then returned to the truck There I found the bee buzzing around I caught it in my cup and place a paper over it But it burst out and flew all around my truck I drove away with the buzzing bee in the truck and returned to the house When I open the door it flew away and disappeared in the air Honey bee buzzing around in winter has strong symbolic meaning in many cultures and can be traced to the Druid, Celtic, Greek and Roman culture They say that honey bee symbolizes money and personal power The power of the sun and the power of the Goddess What ever it was its a good omen The bee brought a message of hope and perhaps that was the message I was waiting for Honey bee flying around in Winter is somewhat peculiar