Butter-Bee Fly

This is dedicated & was inspired by my good friend & proof reader MoMo, thank you forever & always!

The beam of light hit my wing, the sudden heat sent a jolt though me, it slowed me down, but couldn't stop my mission to harvest some honey, I had a goal and must see it to completion, no I don't do this for the queen, I do this for me! Been greedy for honey since the age of 3, matured a lil at 23, grew into adulthood at 33, now I am living free, free to go for my favorite treat, golden sweet honey! I pass over green leaves, fly amongst the trees not wasting my life laboring 4 the queen like those other bees, I'm harboring for me, the flower's scents are making me dizzy, I had no choice but to set down on a lilly, you see, I couldn't get my wings in a tizzy, I needed to get busy, so I shook it off & was ready to fly when I saw the most gorgeous butterfly fluttering bym. I said to myself Oh My and started a new quest which was just to say hi. She was moving rather fast, my small wings buzzed in overdrive, my heart was racing and I felt alive, I couldn't explain why but I wanted her in my hive! She dipped below a tree trunk, she rose above the tall weeds, she rose up above the field and the sunlight reflected her beautiful colors magnificently, I almost couldn't see, I had to dodge a tree, Damn I never saw a butterfly as beautiful as she, I wondered if she'd communicate with me intelligently or eratically, I mean even I think its rare to see a butterfly being chased by a bee, I caught up to her finally, sitting on a lilly pad, her beautiful wings moving slowly and melodically with the sounds of nauture's symphony and said excuse me Ms. Butterfly, my name is Mr. Bee, Heavy Bee that is" and she turned and looked at me, more gorgeous than a mystical fairy, and said diddley diddley deeeeee, she busted out laughing hysterically, and I had to laugh too cause she didn't know that her joke had no originality but it tickled me rather nicely cause she had a sense of humor that could make our time together pricey, basically priceless, so yes this busy bee must confess that I was happy this butterfly could jest. I played it off...

He tempts and teased, I am then eager to please this busy little bumble bee, but what is my fascination with the? Mr. yellow & black like that of a "FRAT" or black & yellow such an attractive fellow. Unlike the queen in a hive, I'm that different.... Ms. butt ah-fly, and I'm loving the way his buzzzzzzz is making me high!... His buzzzzzzz destined this rhythm his buzzzzzzz created this beat, with those "honey" scented words in each one of his tweets!! -Kisses

Chuckled and said well I am pleased to make your acquaintance My dear might I ask you name, your beautiful wings have attracted from afar, and made me alter my course just to bask in your flame

What is my name he asks as if he didn't already know, this extremely handsome floetic fellow... I play along with his game just as he'd wish, answering my name is Poetic but you can call me Ms.!!

Wow I can't believe this it seemed like she was playing a lil hard to get, call you Ms.? I surely will, Ms. Beautiful, Ms. Fine, Ms. Full of bliss, at this she cracked a smile, her wings floated again and I believe that's a sign she was giving for me to move on in. Our conversation continued, it flowed like the stream close by, there seemed to be a mutual interest between this bee & the butterfly. We took flight together, began exploring floral gardens as one, no fear in their differences, we operated in unison. Our thought patterns were the same, our ambitions supported by one another. We flew around discovering the world with new antennas & vision, we visited roses, we stopped at the violets but our favorite place became the lillies. A new life developed for us, she became the pollen of my eyes, we are a rare breed now call us the butterbee fly.

Evolution of Music in The Soul

I see it now
The vibrato
The movement of the notes
The fluctuations in the tones
The life in sound
The sound in life
The pin drop...ting
We put them to words
I see it now,
I can read it now
Dooo weeee, do weee
This sound do we sing
I see mama's joyful expression
Dooo weee, dooo weeee
Bop bop bop
There it was our procession
Me and mama running
To the knock knock knock
At the door
And the squeeeeek of the hinges
Is that flat or is it sharp?
I know the glass that claaang was
Sharp, all of the shards were
And the staccato of her scream was soprano
And this time silence wasn't golden
Although they rang out
the sounds of those words were torment
I tried to translate her expressions
Into the eighth, the half, the whole notes
But she was not whole no more
And I was confused some more
And I was no longer sure
Were we still treble cleffin, g cleffin?
No today will end in bass
I can see it now
I can see the sound
Of life and death
In between the joy and the pain
In the midst of the laughter and rain
Amongst the budding of baby's breath in autumn
I can see clearly now the sounds in the guitar, the drums, the cymbals, they keys
And how a soul can bleed
And how we begin to see the music in our lives
The music in our sadness
The music in our disappointment
The music in our sorrow
No this is not a sad song
But a life song
When life does you wrong
When we are thronged and poked and prodded with tongs
When the lifeless tears from mama's eyes
Sang to me, a close love one died
The music in my heart and soul came alive.