broken and stung

Broken

and the temple is destroyed.

Every year they come to tear it down, and nobody is ever prepared.

The bee cursed me today,
I knew it was a sign from above,

and I sing to them at nap time,

so why is everyone so angry?

Penthouse apartments and I placed precious stones on my plants.

When it all falls apart like sand at a party,
there is only one thing to do,

buy flowers, and make yourself the most beautiful flower crown there ever was.

I say,
I won't succumb to the madness.

It's so much going on all at once, and I know I am talented like the rock and star and all the planets.

Delights, it's always little delights and
laughter helps,
always.

I call you, since,
I need you,
and I don't know what to say.

Do I ever know what to say?

I want to just let spirit take control,
but then I linger in too much space between, and it's muggy and humid,
and suffocating to wait.

It's been so long,
I'm so ready.

I wonder what it will be like when everything flips on it's head and changes.

I've changed so many times before but I want you, and I keep saying that!

I can't hold on so tightly or I will become numb and thumb already is.

fuck.

I think this is the way,
let it all crumble before me,
like it does and will continue to forever.

And when the temple is fully destroyed, the plants will peak through once more through the rubble.

I think this is how it has to be.

I cried today,
I screamed today,
I laughed today,
I worried today,

I dreamt today
that all I ever visioned came true,
and it's so scary to think I can accomplish anything I want.

That is the blockage,
that must be destroyed.

I will sit on the cold ground and contemplate the brokeness
and then
perhaps
that juicy pomegranate 
will indeed burst
and
send
red
sprays
all over,
to color this life with sweetness.