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RANDOMS OF

LIFE





Poetry & Random Thoughts














Strive to do want you love and you will succeed








Copyright 2010 Butterfli


Isbn978055755839-1















POETRY…





The ink is as vital to my life as breath to a human being saved is to allow the ink to ooze freely like blood from a vein flow forth the maniacal like the poetic freedom of Charlie Manson on to this paper lay down the methodical thoughts that breed each day evolve to a new levels, blossom like a butterfly freshly hatched from its cocoon then flip it to the gloom of the gothic details of limbs and entrails metastasize into infections adulations expressions of amour uplift and rejoice in one

of our most crucial art forms while enjoying a prodigious journey of the vernacular







~Butterfli~


DYNAMIC DUO


I look at you longingly from across the room

It’s been too long since we have met

The circumstances of life have kept us apart but like to dew to morning flowers the attraction is too strong, too necessary and brings us back together

I‟ve had other whimsical affairs but nothing like the love

affair we share

I‟ve shared tears with you, bared my soul to you

depended on you when all others seem to have forsaken me

*sigh*

at long last the union is back on

I saunter across the room and position myself in front of you

Get comfortable take a sip of my wine

It feels so right

Bad habits may be hard to break..good habits are unbreakable

I run my hand along your side feeling that comfortable

feel once again

I wrap my hand around your length and find the best position to embrace you like I never want you to go

Its been sooooo long

And it still feels soooooo right

No turning back now

Destiny fulfilled

Stroke for stroke I match you marveling at the outcome

The dynamic duo back together again... Just me and my pen


HELLO


The object of my innermost desires


If only he knew


Each day I rise with the hopes of catching only a glimpse of you


The feelings you stir within me are amazing


Indescribable


If only I were brave enough to express my thoughts to you


I am invisible In your eyes You notice me

But yet glare through me


While I bore through you to the core of your soul Visualize all the goodness I can see within Imagine the perfect duo we could be

I envision myself in your arms


Feeling safe and protected from all things


Comforted in my time of need


Loved always


I long to feel the gentle pressure of your lips on mine


Our bodies pressed against each others Gentle lovemaking followed by hours of cuddling I want to be your everything

The waterfall that flows into the abyss of your love


But alas


It isn't meant to be


We are just two strangers in the traffic of life


Constant contact; but no interaction


A lifetime to wonder about what could be


Regrets of not initiating the sequence that could have brought you to me


Then you said hello.....


Her Side





*breathe*


Just leave then

Well maybe I should well I would if I could

No skills what am I to do for money? How to feed the kids?

Impossible situation. My mama won’t help. Shelter is full

* door closes* here we go again.




*breathe*




and stop

the tears are flowing again this time they taste sweet

I sit here on the cold bench answering their questions a blanket around me this time not for protection

Still tasting the tears. They taste like freedom.

I should have asked you why were u crying why didn’t

you leave.

A woman can only take so much.

*breathe*


Therapy Session


alone in a realm of my own

cold dank and in an unfeeling mood

Ive been scorned

abandoned; abused

I am not a phoenix and these will not be my ashes but I will rise

you violated my trust in the most ghastly of ways weeks

months years

pass and I am still not the same

still aggrieved

still a casualty of the loneliness known as solitary confinement

to the thoughts flowing freely through my mind

nightmares

an aversion to the light for the trepidation of losing mine candle blown

out

panic sets in diaphoretic state hyperventilation palpitations

the cold clammy feel of my body

Im terrified

but I won't shed a tear

Ill let the ink cry for me





Still Mourning


My heart cries....

it shouldn't but it does

they may as well have stolen my last breath my ink my thoughts all that is in me

how do I go on without you?

Is this true agony

will this be all that is left of me shambles of my former self?


My pen bleeds because I am frozen...

I sit here and I ponder what my life is without your existence the wandering soul that I have become

you were my ocean sunset my perfect moment my

best

friend

what is my purpose now?


the paper cries because I have no more tears

the realization of no more chit chats before I go to bed no more surprise visits

nothing

an abyss of darkness


They say you would want me to prosper go forth and let my light shine

I say screw them

They knew you on a surface level


not realizing they could peel the layers back to find so much more

like me~

Condolences are sent forget them

who are you that have been gone since 1986 all of a sudden appearing

expressing your desire to speak, your wants and needs be heard

go to hell

where were you when you were needed?

Now is not the time

I have been told time heals all wounds

an eternity could not repair the surface damage if I have to go that eternity without you








Not Alone





Unexplained terror


Who knew four words could change your life


Give a life


Congratulations





You Are Pregnant Now what


In the midst of the confusion I forgot to ask


Darkness swallows me


I Am Alone

But I am not You are there Who are you?

This was not supposed to be


9 months


Is it a countdown to an ending or a beginning? No one has any profound wisdom to bestow upon me Alone

But I am not


Fear engulfs every fiber of my being


What if


I had used protection Been on birth control Abstainedok..

Too late


What if


I am not ready


Too late


What if I am not a good parent?


There‟s time


My frustration manifest in the form of nightmares


Belly growing Always hungry' Tired

Scared


Alone


But I am not


The months peel off the calendar like layers off a scab


Will this be a new beginning? Or will the fear fester in me

And make its way to my unborn seed


Strong


Is what I need to be?


For both us


For I am not alone


Angels Dancing with the Serpents featuring Da Champ


*CHAMP*


Perfecting my swordplay, preparing for the epic battle that is coming, I am Psychosis.

Immortal emeritus of the myths you choose to say are not real. The mirror mirror of illusions to eradicate the confusion

that you feel Bloody Mary is an old wise tale. The serpent

is in your circumference. The exterminator per say I offer peace in your realm, but your faiths and disorderly conduct

keeps me in business, when you pray so hard to stay away

your rules of seven deadly sins are a few short when there are so

many ways to take your last breath and force you to become

one of me. The Angels are weakened by every chess like

move

I make, but it is the humans that give me so much to work with

The war is just begun for in Revelations the facts remain

that

my brethren (The Four Horsemen ) will appear to challenge and dispute your choices

of life. I take it your God will become angry and allow me to do my job.

Bring on your Angel; this demon is ready for war!




*Butterfli*


While he dances in the moonlight I slither in through the shadows

the seductive succubus

hell bent on destruction through interruption of mere

mortals thoughts.

the unreal is now real-whom shall you fear called forth by the forlorn, weak, and the scared to see what havoc they beseech

you came forth and try to call out for his mercy but like lithium I flow through their blood and take control of their brain .

Your God has abandoned you like an unwanted child feeling forsaken?

your soul will be my immortal jewel, .my prize in this

war

bring your crestfallen and impoverished to feed the flames

your world will burn like the depths of Hades

your angels will fail you crossing over into the nether region

the end is nigh


*CHAMP*


Merciless architect with evil intent to desecrate with utter glee for the plasma

flowing in your veins. Restitution for Babylons sins is

why I shall never perish.

Angles have orders of protection while we carve out

masterpieces of mayhem.

The evolution of time has allowed up

to transform into you seeing us as YOU. Our reign is

capitalism of your

monetary system. We destroy from within your hallowed walls of cathedrals as

your priest. Rape of young men to exploit your faith.

Don't look at me that way.

Read your papers to see if Allah or Sister Helen cannot be exploited from


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