Do you weep,
For those you ****?
Do you feel cold,
Without your second soul?
Skeleton,
In the house of the living.
It is like being dead,
But never being able to die.
Dissection,
On the surgeons table.
When you go,
will the dead pass me by?

You opened up.
The bee and the blooming flower bud.
Carnivore,
You slammed your petals shut.
Its mouth does not speak,
Therefore, its heart shall cease to beat?
Why does it matter to you?
It belongs to me.
I stole its air,
That makes it free.

Hung it from an umbilical cord,
Tied around a broken crescent moon.
Who knew that its home,
Would be the place to call its tomb.

Sang the carols of the needle man,
Now you hold a dead heart in your hand.
The air around screams ****** ******,
Seeing you through a blood-stained mirror.

A stranger wearing your skin.
Dead inside the home it made within.
A stranger wearing your skin.
Buried inside your human coffin.

Time to bee invited to Honeycombe


The news of Blues-Bee’s demise had far reaching effects.
The worms had disappeared deep underground
And the fleas had all fled.
Harmony was going to bee restored,
To the happy place it was a long time before.
This was nice to hear for a Bee who was far away,
For he had already lived through The Hive Wars.


He happened to overhear a conversation about a bee one day.
His name was Heroshima and he knew of Humble’s hive.
He heard how it had been attacked and was almost destroyed,
But fortunately The Queen had survived.
Blues-Bee had hired a group of ***** rats,
But try as they might the bees never succumbed to the attack.


One night Heroshima said this bee has been through enough;
Bring him to me.  His hive is welcome to move in with us.
There is plenty of space, so make haste with the messengers.
Go find this Humble B. Bumble, wherever he is, never mind the danger.


Tell him about us and tell him he should come to bee with us soon
And he will bee welcomed always into Honeycombe.
So bees were sent out and eventually Humble was found.
He didn’t want to go; he wanted to go home,
But the bees were insistent and gave Humble a crown.
This is a sign of our loyalty to you.
Come live with us in Honeycombe as a King; you can start anew.
Your Hive are all welcome to join us too.


Humble took the crown and said thank you friend.
We will take a look around
And then placed the crown on Bee Bee’s head.
I guess this belongs to you, Love.
Oh no sir, it is yours.  You have been so good.
You are to bee made a King and you may choose your Queen.
I have no need for a title; I already have all that I need with Bee Bee.


Then neither do I said Bee Bee throwing it away.
But sir!  But maam!  You have no idea what that crown is worth!
We have no wish to rule your domain anyway.
Let all bee’s bee equal and rise from the dirt.


You shouldn’t bee throwing it around.
It is made from the finest honey.
Then you can have it, take the crown,
I already have my honey, buddy.
Humble held Bee Bees hand and said lead the way…

I will just fetch the crown first sir.  Ok?


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It’s not meant to bee


Humble and BlondeBee’s latest date was at ‘Where it’s at.’
All their friends were there too, so it wasn’t that bad.
But by the end of the night, they realised there was no spark.
Sure enough, good friends they were and still are,
But there was no love, even when the two of them slow danced
And by the end of the night,
They each had the same doubts about the romance.


They arranged a date for the following day,
Because they both really wanted it to work.
They went for a fly and made their way to a pool,
And the two of them began to friendly flirt.
But after a while BlondeBee said I’m sorry Humble,
I can’t do this anymore.
I do like you, but only as a friend
And Humble said thank The Queen!
I was worrying for sure.


I do like you too, but I’m not falling in love.
If we can remain friends, that would bee so cool,
But I think we both agree, that this should end,
Before I act even more of a fool.


Yes Humble, it was nice to dream,
But there is someone else on who I am keen
And I think he could bee the one.
You sure move fast, Humble said with a laugh.
I wish you all the luck in the world BlondeBee.
I will see you anon.


The two of them parted and Humble’s new search started.
He still had such hopes on who she would bee.
The Queen had been right.
If it doesn’t feel right, it’s wrong;
But it was time for Humble to go and find his own song,
But who would Humble’s bee bee?


He hummed to himself as he made his way home
And he told his parents what had happened when he arrived.
He coped with it quite well, and only once when all alone,
Did he allow himself to cry.
Soon he was fine and a new love he would find.
There has to bee a way.
He knew his heart would once more fly.


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