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I stood there one day
With my feet in the sand
Water to my waist
And hands spread around
The fish, all swam close
And swept against me
My fingers they nibbled
I felt so much glee
Nature’s beauty at best
When you feel all at one
When with wild you connect
It’s like touching the sun
Went there each day
To swim with the fish
Love that feeling I get
When my legs they do kiss
Then one day I met Carol,
She was feeding them all
Four years she said now
And took a roll call
She showed me the babies
And thousand there were
All growing and healthy
In this violent world
She shared with me bread
So I could feed them too
And I love her for that
I feel so in tune
She told me of trouble
With this one and that
Not wanting her feeding
Those fish where we’ve at
One friend he told me
A petition being signed
Opposing the feeding
Of our fish friends this time
I can not believe it
Can not understand
This world in such shortage
Few fish in our times
And here is someone
Heart big as can be
Doing something for this world
So good, as I see
One day she did ask me
If fish I could feed
Cause she could not make it
Was busy as a bee
Was happy to do that
Cause I love to feed them
And next morning was there
Bright, early and free
Those people I spoke about
Where so rude to me
They shouted, took photos,
Tried to intimidate me
I wonder at those people
In this world that were in
Where is their goodness
Hearts hard as can be
One day Carol, she told me
Abuse they did cause
They scattered her bread
All over the shore
What’s wrong with these people?
I can only ask
We are feeding some fish
There’s no harm in us
This world that we long for
Of peace and harmony
Of getting along
And having nature be free
How will we ever find it?
When as you can see
There are people out there
Who scream - commit perjury?
Shame on you people
We are doing no harm
Just feeding some fish
Just let us be calm
And we hope that you fishes
All grow up to fill
These oceans of ours
With food for our plead
I want for my children
And those next in line
To know what a fish is
In all ages of time
There is so many out there
Who kill and destroy
Who maim native animals
And shamelessly slaughter
So thank you dear Carol
For what you have done
For love you have given
To fishes all in one
Mindfulness
look deep in my eyes you shall see the karma of my lasting legacy willing to achieve
took a zip line down to my baby's grind sought out peace for a sure fire sweet relief
rolling them bones in the back of the joint have a 5th in my hand you all understand
made my first grand at the tender age of thirteen washing dishes busy as a bee
come and sit neck to me a story of a homeboy being capped in the knee
there's a whole host of rubbers when your in trouble make my Martini strong on the double
just like Fred & Barney Rubble need to keep your head up no its not some set up
wear your Sundays best yes life is a big test but now we rest
flirting with fire blowing it up in the most fullest desire coming down to the wire
music is in my blood just like a cow chews on its cud kinda sweep some things under the rug
there's magic in the music scene rolling out the red carpet like a village queen
living in a land so very mean got one foot in heaven the others in hell
but I got a good story to tell two rappers in the night looking so bad for a fight
one hand on the mic the other on the floor sweep blood off the floor sweeping for more
plenty plenty stop shopping at J.C Penney spinning records the best way they can
soaring to new heights that is their right a good cause to focus filled with cement shoes singing the blues
Freddie Mercury died of aids but he isn't a distant memory folks come sit next to me
there's a promise that's made in the dark coming to its fullest light
bitter sweet liqour the ***** was holding my finger don't call me late for dinner
it's a crowning achievement to stay in the zone you maybe home all alone
try to be mindul stay in the moment when you take a shower feel the warmth on your back
here the birds chirping outside the smell of the perfume scent love the decor of the room
treasure a red rose that was plucked a time before you gave your old lady making gravy
not to shady we meet in the middle playing second fiddle as you may dribble
things come and go but this much I know we bust up the beat to promote the tempo
The Raptured Mouse
(A fun little story about the luckiest mouse on the planet).
Once upon a time there was a brilliant mouse who desired nothing more in life than to be raptured up with the Bride of Christ at the end of time. He studied his Bible and he studied his Bible day and night to learn how to pull off this great task. He figured out that if he would simply pack his bags and lay his entire life down to serve the Lord that he would be ready for take off when the Lord came to rescue His Bride. He also felt that if he surrendered every single thing in his life and spent all his spare time evangelizing that he would make the cut!
The little mouse worked and he worked and he went to every little mouse dwelling to make sure that they too had surrendered their lives to the Groom. He told them of the great miracles of the Lord and all the parables too. He carried pictures and charts and all sorts of mouse props to get his important stories across. He even carried anointing oil and anointed all the little mice from town to town.
This little fella took his job ever so seriously and he wanted to make the cut when the roll was called up yonder!
Then one day the mouse felt the strangest sensation upon his body. It was almost like gentle electricity that stood his mousey hair on ends. He felt as though his body became lighter and lighter. Next the room began to spin. Then in the flash of an instant the little mouse began to ascend up towards the heavenlies. He was the luckiest mouse on the planet! He worked so hard and he labored til he couldn’t labor any more. He gave his entire heart for the cause! He won the grand prize at the end of the journey too.
So what is the moral of this little mouse tale you might ask? The moral of the story is to be as busy as a bee working for the great harvest OR be as busy as this mouse! The other moral of the story is to be sure to use your time wisely and love the Lord your God with a fully surrendered life.
by gwendolen rix
3-27-15
" I Am MoonBee ... "
( Matt. 5: 14 - 16 )
I Am The Full Moon Rising
... and The Faithful Bee That Stings
I Bear The Sweet Drops of Honey
and Wear Lunar-Eclipses' Rings ...
... and once in a blue moon
or in the final moon of blood
I will wax and than wane
... and ride tidal waves to floods
( Acts 2: 17-20, 21 )
I Am The Silvery Moon
That Makes Night Oceans Gleam
... and The Bee Upon The Blossoms
In Seasons of Summer and Spring ...
... and once in a harvest moon
glowing generous and golden
I gather gardens, like bees
storing & spreading nectar-pollen
Yet As The Full Moon Rises
and As The Bee Soars & Stings
The Brave, Little Bee Prepares To Die
As Moon Despairs Behind Cloud-Screens ...
... and Peeks Out As A Half-Moon
Yet - Still, Busy As A Bee
Still Reflecting Light & Truth
As Pure & Sweet As Fresh Honey ...
I Am The Crescent-Shape Moon
and The Bee's Honeycomb
and The Heart-Chamber of My Hive
Holds Moons 'Neath Heaven's Throne ...
I Am The Halo-Spotted Moon
and The Sound of Humming Bees
In Prayer-Swarms of Sacred Songs
I Declare In Moonlit-Melodies ...
... and once by a midnight moon
in marching scenes of sky
set as signs & times & cycles
& measure-symbols for earthkind's eyes
( Gen. 1: 14-18 )
I Am The Full Moon Rising
Yet Falling Softly Upon Seas
That Care & Colonize Like Bees
& Bear Messages of Great Kings ...
( Matt. 28: 18, 19, 20 )
... and once in a hunter's moon
in shades of yellow and black
there shone glimpses of paths & visions
where moon kept sight & tracks
I've A Luminary Lamp
Like The Moon In Full Glory
I've A Duty To People & Purpose
Like A Queen Bee's Story ...
I Am The Full Moon Rising
... and The Faithful Bee That Stings
Yet, I Share Much Healing Honey
and Bear Many, Bright Moonbeams ...
- for I am the devout MoonBee
pollinating & polishing dreams -
Written & Copyrighted ©: 5/22/2014
by: MoonBee Canady
the sweat on my hand is a visible thing
am I talking irrational as if philosophical
why does one equate logic with fear
I shed a tear to numb the pain
sparks pertrude through my voice as if a flame
yet deep inside I search for a reason why
the streets are filled with fly bys
everyone is getting a little bit high
one word to the wise we are left with a stress test
getting caught up in the mix with such an evil twist
as we parted ways hold your head up high and be brave
some people use reverse psychology yet in reality there just phony
alone with their innocence some even give a **** getting caught up in the mix
put your thinking caps on cause I got this song of how we can all get along
some freaks in the sheets are working on their beats
rap isn't dead cause I got crazy beats flowing through my head
hommie Luke Brice got capped in the back of his head now he's the walking dead
working to hard can give you a heart attack we tend to over react
sharp words in your tone you don't even need a megaphone
just like the movie Home Alone we got guys like Pesci taking over
under cover bosses spreading out upon the masses
the fly in the air only on first classes
yet what is the basis to the extreme aura I come to store a unique aura
busy as a bee floating through the trees all of life is but a mystery
still I got something up my sleeve
back in the hood where it's all good
Ice Cube & Eazy E
turning sadness to gladness falling back on that ass
no one in this life gets by on a free pass
like the underground sound you still want me around
some friends flipping burgers and fries does it come at no big surprise taking heed to those lies...
Arm me with harmony for my face in lights with the good night fights
music ain't the way it used to be Professors need to get another degree
watch me now I'm going down so is the rest of this song
You deserve so much more that I give
In deed she is
She lights the green light
A woman of letters
Once upon a time
Under the moonlight tales
We hear the sky
Meeting with angels
In the blue clouds
A different mother
The onset of the nucleus
I can tell the history
Though, I wasn't there, but she was yesterday.
The Achilles heel in nefariousness.
She is always right
A serpent in the egg to the rainy days
A different mother
Acumen to the future
The beginner of the end
A Shepherd of sheep
The villain of a hero
The architecture of humanity
She imprisons herself
In a royal house
Faring for her seeds
Almost a laughing stock
In her child's play
She has a Penelope's web
For her kith and Kin
She begot love
The merchant of honorary
The nurserymaid
A different mother
The Christmas Flowers
Growing in summer
The birds fly
Feeding from her colourants display
She walks in the rain
When her umbrella is no more
At night, she wakes a million times
For the new born baby
A different mother
As busy as a bee
She build the Nation
To and fro
At a stake,
The good Samaritan grows her flowers
Ill at ease, her swan songs grow
In the memory of the future
But in the morning,
They are like thankless arrant
A different mother
Why not now?
Time has denied your harvest
Why become an uphill task?
Even on the rainy days
Through fire and water
A bolt from the blue clouds
She lays the golden eggs
OH! MOTHER OF ALL
Thy seeds shall not die
They shall spread thy golden bed
When thy night comes
Thou shall eat thy food
When thou shall hunger
For them in the evening
Even the dark night shall lie on thy feet
Till thy heavenly dinner comes
(By Precious Opurum: Nigeria)
Copyright © odiboy 2016
you can't make your heart beat something it won't
it's either heaven or hell now I got a good story to tell
rap your rap well from the heart
this will light the inner spark to what I'm waiting for
someday's it maybe a chore
don't listen to critics cause most will bring you down
I mean they mean well if it's in the positive mode
positive reinforcement is good for the heart
rap as you dream of better days
never getting lost in a purple haze
look to the old school masters of the past
with hearts an opened door beating fast
be who you are on the inside
don't try to hide behind four walls that squeal
others may address this as being no big deal
yet there's only one life will soon be passed
only what's done out of love will last
people need to be more opened minded but their blinded
by Satan the god of this world
they twist your words to fit their fancy
gone are the days when Sid met Nancy
let the heavenly light be your guide instead we hide
shattered glass on the basement floor lest I implore
seek truth with all of your heart
then you will light the inner spark to what your waiting for
get in the zone watch a lot of Home Alone
busy as a bee rapping the rhyme as a blown up mystery
something up your sleeve people bleed
does death hurt you the most or is it fear
I shed a single tear to help numb its inner pain
still no one question anymore
no one has a voice were just the blind leading the blind
soon will fall into a great ditch feverish pitch
I'm only human after all
sin has been evident after the fall
then onto the no it all
rap to your hearts content & have a ball
Rap Is Where It's At
jump in the game no here to complain
being busy as a bee in a land of make believe
we shoot for the top but it ends in the flames
let me be the first to explain
I'm staying in the game this is my time
May shoot to the top in my prime or stand in line
Sugar is sweet like honey but I'm going to be the one who brings home the money
Life is funny in its twists and turn one soul soars while the other one burns
we can each learn from our teachers it's not a walk in the park late night double feature
we got to learn to stick close together no matter what the weather
see each of us has a gift we must use or its forgotten
thank God we got to kill that thug Ben Laden
search your heart you got great rhymes inside
don't fall away or try to run away & hide
go slow at first to take up the pace
some folks may think your from outer space
yet what do they know there just jealous you see
many don't even know there A.B.C's
stop spreading the disease it will knock you to you knees
look toward the ocean while you use your magic lotion
take a shot in the dark & someday you will find
you will never be left behind
it all comes down from within deep inside
look at the junkie in the gutter
the mother who doesn't have enough to pay her bills
she turns to cheap thrills to do what she has to do
have we bitten off far more then we could chew
kick it in the shower its your hour of power
in the end you get to make the final decision
it isn't found in some fake front wishing
Rap is where its at your going to make me have a heart attack
the signs are painted all around
listen as you'll hear it's nasty sound
Only time will tell the outcome of this rhyme,
Whether it will succeed in the nick of time.
So better safe than sorry, as they say,
A good beginning makes a good ending, I pray.
I’ll write a little bit of this and a little bit of that,
All fingers and thumbs as I lay down my hat,
Better safe than sorry - the acid test,
I’m as busy as a bee and I’ll give it my best.
If the poems voted up I’ll be as pleased as punch,
Or back to basics because there’s no free lunch.
Between you, me and the bedpost I’m hoping for the best,
That it proves head and shoulders above the rest.
With luck it reaches the four corners of the Earth,
For I’ll give my right arm for some literacy worth.
I dream that the votes might go through the roof,
That I’m not hung out to dry as a poetic spoof.
I’m not asking the Earth and it could just be pot luck,
Whether this is a raving success or as dead as a duck.
Will this win an award? Yeah, in your dreams!
This could be the end of the line, it seems.
Writing this poem’s not all sweetness and light!
It’s a long shot trying to get this right.
Just have to keep my pants on, cross my fingers and all,
That it takes the world by storm and I’m not in free fall.
I can only hope I knock it out of the park,
That it’s not just a stab in the dark.
Last be not least let me bend your ear,
For this opportunity doesn’t knock twice I fear.
I’ll leave you with something to chew on my friend,
It isn’t rocket science, we all get there in the end.
It might be a white knuckle ride at times,
But you can leave your mark with a poetic rhyme.
Just chilling in my zone and I'm home alone
got me in the zone
man it used to be a blast from my past when peeps did rap
now a days they given me a heart attach
got these freaks in my sheets on the edge of my peak
the bounce of the ounce & I take this sucker higher
blown up in full desire
when I look in the mirror my face is getting clearer
sound the alarm cause my smoke got no filter
it used to mean something when you pray
today you insist it ought not be that way
can't even dismiss this earthly bliss with a time well spent in thought
one of Grandmaster Flash's own gets busted for murder
is it ain't no wonder we got to much time on our hands
now I can stand on my own two feet
while the earth crumbles this is no place no meet & greet
In my crib you can really rest
While the crazy world outside is in some kind of test
I write my raps on a crystal sleeve
knocking you to your knees as busy as a bee
on the flip side squeeze
chewing the tobacco so sound the alarm
got bones full grown as in a fat blunt
the chunks a little runt & it smells like a skunk
in the business of rap you got to go in for the kill
many sit back and take a chill pill
let us no for sure what's the deal
Yeah my crib is a second heaven
not a one stop shopping event at your local seven eleven
hit me with fat beats that jump
got junk in my trunk smoking fat blunts
take a walk with me through the passage of time
heros can be so fake & blind
now i'm done with this rhyme & that's fine