Crazy frenzied buzzing in the hive this afternoon
A sexy female bee had come in on Zoom
She was built differently than the old dour queen
She’s a real fox, a dream, said my pal Screen
Screen is always trying to put down the current queen
They have not gotten along well since he was a teen
I looked on zoom and immediately saw what Screen saw
This bee was a real looker, a lah-dee-dah
she’s a bit round he was quickly told
they forgot to mention she was truly old
she can play music and sing well too
Her teeth are straight, her hair is blue
She has a sense of humor tall as a giraffe
You should hear this woman truly laugh
She would be a terrific blind date for you
They never mentioned she was ninety-two
somedays its crushing
life.
somedays its all i can do to smile
to pull a breath into my shaky lungs
and still my hands against the tremors of my legs
i want to press pause. or press stop. for good.
everything aches,
from my head to my chest to my knees to my back to my wrists to my eyes-
stop
stop
stop
stop please stop
stop
im done
im tired
im done
im tired (and i think ive said this before i think ive said this before i-)
im breathing. i swear im exhaling. i swear im trying. i sweariswearisweari-
im remembering now, the days when
pulling air into these lungs wasnt so difficult
when laughing freely was mere assignment
when smiling openly wasnt so tedious
and hugging didnt make me want to dance my way off a cliff
of my own thoughts
but now id very much like to crawl out of my skin into your veins
and feel something other than my freezing blood and trembing hands
and tired eyes
because of one too many all nighters
because of my shallow breathing and foggy thoughts
could you find it in you to fix this?
Shes still the same,
Though her garments,
Change,
Like the seasons,
Her Beauty is still nice,
Kind with its nostalgia,
Though the streets,
Are empty,
And the trees,
Are shedding its leaves,
Her love still dances,
From moon to star,
Though the gardens,
Are chill with stillness
Reynaldo Casison
She was like the ocean crashing against the shore.
And of course, I was like the shore.
I knew eventually, she was going to pull away from me.
And there was absolutely nothing I could do to stop it.
It was inevitable, like the tide.
As hard as I tried, I could not hold the ocean in my hands.
And just as you’d reach my sand..
You would slip away back into the moonlight.
Staying close enough for me to love you,
But far enough so that I could never have you completely.
a-lot-a money
how you run it
doesn’t want her to go
Seen ‘‘em leave
like rookie pro
The fan, on full blast, in the Winter chill.
She’s having a blast and her madness will
make her husband hot -
drinkings got a shot,
especially after he sees the bill.
10/7/2022
Sit’n in my head
Her pretty face
- playing across my head
Ya
She’s in my head playing over and over again
Her beauty filling my head
Oh ya
I play this everyday
Cause she’s my
- gurl
My soul
- mate
Uh huh
Ya
She’s my love
Walk away she’s a heartache away
From a little boy
Talking to that little girl
Second grade crush
Sweet and so delightful
Talking up a storm
Every day in class
We were inseparable
Walk away she’s a heartache away
Love that will bring your world
To that time in second grade
That feeling of innocent love
Talking all day and all night
Wanting her so so bad
Walk away she’s a heartache away
Find her
Take her in your arms
Treat her right
Show her you love her
Love everyday
Caren, I see your muse arms fold’n,
scold’n ‘cause pen is out of ink
1/8/2020
Tease a friend
Sponsor: Bobby May
Teasing Caren Krutsinger
even when shes here but gone
i notice the actions of her act
beauty charms the barks
see the simple of her ignorance
Fingers swish the black back
and step LIGHTLY lightly
you smell beautifully underscore
gentle is her force
surrender to a look
Delicate lingers
I notice
Woke up this morning
With a big knot on my head
I saw the wife's rolling pin
On the floor next to the bed
I cant remember
What I did last night
Probably came home drunk
And started a fight
She looked at me
And gave me the stink eye
Says I get dumber every day
I don't even try
My body is sore and I lost some teeth
"You better think boy, bout what you do"
"Ill give you more of that rolling pin"
"Cause I can still whip you"
She's a sweet lady most of the time
But I live with the dread
If I say the wrong thing
Ill get whacked upside the head
I think back when we met
It makes me sad
Her mother was a sweet lady
But always whipped her dad
7/8/19
She is the black sheep of her family
Walking alone in the night
She hurts inside from all this pain
But always tells herself she is alright.
Was never good enough for Mom or Dad
Sis always came first
She understands now, but for some time
Would pray for God to break the curse.
She is an alcoholic,
and was never good enough
Would never make them proud
While on her cigarette she would puff.
She rebeled away, what was the point
The never understood At all
So into her bed at night
Crying, she would crawl.
Feeling alone a alot
And always feeling left out
She was and still is the black sheep
Of her family there is no doubt
I’d only have to look at her or touch her softest skin,
the tingles and the butterflies would always flutter within
Then something changed, in her not me, but the butterflies they did not leave.
Now when I see or speak to her,
the butterflies remain,
instead of love and happiness they cause anxiety and pain.
I guess these butterflies will always stay deep inside,
But for now they’ll rest until I find,
another soul who can make them fly.
Just a voice on the phone
And a breezy hello.
And a name to be etched on my mind
This call been connected direct to my heart
And how can I help, she enquires.
Returning my heart would be a good start.
She’s the girl on the phone
With that breezy hello
How’s my day she enquires.
Made, is my simple reply
Would I be interested in
Is what I think what i heard
but its only her that I’m interested in.
is there anything else I can help with today
well can you fix a broken heart
she’s the girl on the phone
with that breezy hello
who’s just disconnected my heart .
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