Flavor guzzles an atmosphere
of cinnamon-dusted coffee.
Don’t worry there is plenty here,
a mug for you and one for me.
Sip slow but I will drink quickly
lest it vanish without a taste.
Spicy sticks languish dutifully
as our buzz is expertly laced.
staring down the barrel of a drug so violent
to make the noise that you kept so quiet
everyone’s watching us now, what’s done is done
you can lose your mind
you can keep chasing that high
it’ll never be good enough like you wish it was
the briefest of windows
the life in your eyes got lost in the smoke
you took it from me, but i would’ve given it to you
when we were young, you said you wished that someone loved you
but i do
i love you
i can lose myself too
we were bombarded for half an hour.
pepsi, popcorn and upcoming movies blowhard
gaudy and ostentatious and galling
my son asks, 'when is it going to start?'
jet-lagged to infinity
i was woken up by an onscreen scream
or it might have been the last trumpet
after the movie i go to the bank and the
clerk doesn't know what i'm talking about
high time hoodang and deposited cash
on the radio that morning the new prime minister
is applauded and cheered into number 10
he wants to shake hands with everybody in the country
there are no birds in our garden
Creation
A bumble bee
Busy in the buddleia bush
Getting nectar and pollen
For life all to go.
A butterfly fluttered by
Going up high
For a purpose unknown
Exploring the sky.
Below on a cabbage
A caterpillar chews
And spiders just waiting
To trap some more food.
Incredible creatures
All multiplied vast.
God’s glorious creation
Future, present, and past.
Having flown to the moon
and then returned all smiles
how when and where
will the first men there
redeem their frequent-flyer miles?
My brain is full of fuzz
With Footle rhyming buzz
Much harder than it looks
This is one for the books
B = Be sweet as honey is what we are told
E = Every child as you buzz around so bold
E = Every adult no hiding in a hive as you get old
You whirl, you whir, a sparkler with no plan.
A frantic rush, chasing all you think you can.
Each flip is fragile, fleeting, never really sown.
A scatter gun feast, that leaves you all alone.
You blaze as if the world will soon ignite.
Your tiny body burns with furious light.
Your haste is commanding, yet what is it worth?
Without pausing to taste the fleeting mirth?
The garden knows your madness; it makes it clear,
That no blossom trusts your beat to linger near.
You skim, you dart, you never claim the whole.
For your shallow sips can never fill the soul.
A slower hand, will plant, endure and stay,
Learning the patient slow cadence of the day.
For haste will scatter, shatter what was planned,
Quickly yielding the dust you cannot stand.
Why do you not linger longer at what you sip?
Your feet are a blur; your body is a whip.
But, why this panicked, fevered, fleeting chase?
What force is driving you at such a pace?
Can menacing winds command you to not rest?
Or are rivals sneaking in, invading your nest?
You know a steady heart, outlasts a flashing one.
Playing slow and stead get the victory won.
It's so exciting
Very amazing
When you fall
Into the right circle
They never leave you
Steadily thriving and standing
With you no matter the season.
Always boosting
Your confidence
Giving you muse
To act not react
Giving you enthusiasm
Enlightening you;
Discernment over discrimination.
There's nothing
Compare to
Your authentic ones
Never pick any over you
Always interested in you
Prioritizing your wants and needs
Steadily doing anything and everything for you
Watch your circle, so you can overcome all obstacles.
buzz of mosquito
annoying my ears and me
i slap but miss
Sirius is approaching the gate
dragging the hot and humid like bait.
Scorching dog days are back.
A violent attack!
I fear I will burn my shaven pate!
There's a buzz in the forest tonight
I can see shapes in the dark of night
hurrying along the various paths
they seem to be going to a clearing.
I carefully follow them and see
what's causing the excitement
a new born fawn that will be king
his mother and father so proud
Interduce him to the forest animals
who one by one greet him with wonder
the moon sends down a ray of light
marking the spot where he lies.
Just like the fawn, was born Jesus
sent to guild in the Lords ways
this fawn will grow up to lead
all the creatures of the forest
Lotto Day Buzz/Tony Adamo
Thoughts spin like a top high.
my head’s a blur of numbers,
9 8 9 7 3-no!
Wait, hold on,
8 6 7 22 slips away.
Not quite right.
Man don’t rush me, damn!
People waiting behind me,
the pressure’s real.
Wish I’d hooked up those lucky picks in my head,
but hey, I gotta keep my cool,
21,67,15,32,25,52- pick up,
yeah, I’m hip to those numbers.
Lotto day buzz.
what can I say?
Chasing dreams,
to keep the bills away.
We are aware of some sort of presence.
Elusive.
Like a fly that will last for one day.
Buzzing, which we choose to be aware of.
We sleep.
We wake up too early.
The buzzing that was driving us crazy-
The fly that seemed to be carefully planted here to drive us crazy-
Is gone.
I sat and watched as it continually banged it's head into the window pane, that fly.
My cat sits on the cill and swipes out at the fly as it buzzes around his head,
But he missed and knocked over a china vase instead.
The fly seemed startled and goes round and round the light.
It's buzzing is driving me crazy, it's becoming such a bore,
So I open everything I can and the fly goes out of the door.
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