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The buzz of a bee
Always haunts me Zooming by my ears Elevates my fears Their buzz, their song I hope they do no wrong As my ears ring I anticipate a sting Bee, be good to me Stay at home in your tree I knew a black cat,
Wore a green top hat, Carried a wooden bat, Didn't have time to chat, You see, this black cat Had enemies that spat, One was a fat, fat rat With a trash can tat Who refused to scat From where the cat Put is nap time mat, The cat ended that. By Robert Stanhope
While chasing my dreams I sometimes get lost, I sometimes get confused Between fiction and fairyland Some days I’m drowning, Some days I swim, And, last night I tripped on a cloud When I tried to fly I have real dreams Of creating these worlds That I can visit on vacation To take a break from a break Sometimes my dedication Is simple procrastination Or a fear of rejection When my words become publication In my dreams there’s no rejection Not even the giggling fairies Pass judgment on the guy That still doesn’t believe he can fly. Don't play with my heart
Love isn't a game Just do your part And I'll do the same When I walk
My steps are delicate On a nature I wish not disturb. When I stop I hear a song From a nature I wish to always hear. I'm guilty of loving you,
Too deeply, Absorbing your pain When you cry, Crying myself, On the inside. When you laugh, My joy shines Like a Spring rain. |
Robert Stanhope
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