Beehives

Stung by a bee
And you hate it
Drink honey
and you say it's good for your health

You say you like
Then you don't like
in fact, you even hate it
because you are self-conscious

The key is there
but you do not reach for it
because if you hold it
you are not sure which door it opens

You have the answers
but you choose to ignore
because you are *Lost
and you are helplessly looking for your other half

when you are actually looking for your Self.

you feel like you will find your Self
when you meet the other Half of yourself
but could that be?
or have you gone the Wrong way of life?

Your heart is tearing up inside
yet you HOLD it still
and it just keeps bleeding...slowly...
with no repair.

someone is there
but you do not hold him/her there
and you drop,
to the well of despair inflicted by yourself

the call of loneliness is heard
but you turn away
knowing that it is only a dead end
from which you may find grasses more greener; a long search, no matter the distance

you write with your Heart slowly beating in your chest
words flow,
sparkles of prettiness welling up,
within the silence you keep.

He is watching
Testing
Knowing
more than you know yourself

the Glory of the Gift He bestows,
is not to be wasted,
so you shall go on...
with your secrets.

Decode this,
and you shall come into my sleep
where all my life comes into colours
and guides me to the travels Beyond

Every day is an open book
every feeling is a treasure
of which we SHOULD savour
and never look back.

NEVER look back.

NEVER look back.

NEVER look back.