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
I‟ve 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
I’m terrified
but I won't shed a tear
I’ll 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 Babylon‟s 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