Retro

The mad venom,
as it poisons through
the sheaths of ignorance,
on reaching the core
shall become the elixir itself, some day...

Bees...

Anything that has a beginning
Has to end
Be it good times
Or bad...

The honeymoon period is
Drawing to a close
With each bee in the hive
Going after it's own hive

Torn apart by the whims and fancies
Likes and dislikes
Each bee is deserting the hive

Each one hopes its' new hive
To be a sweeter one
H.O.P.E.S!

Know not what the future hives shall be
Know not what the honey is going to be like
But in my wings I trust
The wings, not mine
The one offered to me
The one that was offered to all the bees
It has its' ways
I hope it again brings back all the bees to one common hive
The one of eternal sweetness.

Well...long time

Candies...real sweet candies
Wrapped in every possible color
Red, Blue, Green, Yellow

Candies, real sweet candies
So sweet, that the wrappers gave way
For some sweetness to seep into the wrappers

The innocent children came
Each was given a candy
Each candy enriched with the same sweetness

The innocent children,
Could they miss the sweetness of the wrapper
They licked and indulged in the sweetness of the wrapper
Thinking the sweetness of the wrapper was all that was there

Oh children, innocent ones,
Only if you had the helping Hand to unwrap the candie to savor the actual sweetness

Only if you had, the helping Hand...