Well if I say it myself this has the grey matter twirling and whirling around and around. Soup to nuts and back again a tale is told with a meaning buried within plain sight...enjoy...some will have a good laugh as I do..
Seeing through a darkened glass
Through tiny eyes they view the world
The one they have been programmed to
Bell book and candle burning bright
Every day and every night
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v
Like mandrakes growing wild
Along the mediterranean coast
Their peculiarity looking human
When pinched and tied as they grow
Like some people that we know
For whom bells toll
Bound together hand and foot
No freedom left to them
To give or to receive
Influenced are they by others
Poor unhappy dears
Fields of delight
Bondage of a certain kind
Not knowing it is so
They forgot to play and laugh
In the fields of delight
Where corn grows high
Lavender fills the air
Birds and bees fly everywhere
Even butterflies too
Joy filled they find their way
Man has no inkling of the tune
That sings within an insects heart
A serenade of twinkling notes
Listen and you will hear
Murder Ahoy
Magic of a child's smile
When still so innocent is
Before the influence of others
Changes it to pain
Try another tack
Loving will bring it back
Kindness and joy
Words and actions that lift
Not the ones that bind
Blind
Disturb
Oh so good they are at that
Thinking they will overwhelm you
Overtake oneupmanship
Jealousy and greed
Malice aforethought as Dame Margaret Rutherford
So succinctly said...
In Murder Ahoy
Busy buzzing bees
I close this with a singular smile
Have entertained myself right royally
Words flit through my consciousness
Like busy buzzing bees
Some will I am sure
Take offense at what is written here
Find a way to discredit me
Joining with others
As they so often do
But as my good friend says
Their goodness comes to me
Their badness returns to them
and so it is...
ps the pic is of two mandrake roots joining..from wikipedia commons
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