I saw a butterfly
Naked to the beautiful eye
But it was on the sidewalk, walking
Trying to be human, I sigh
I bowed down to smell
Her roses in summer swell
And saw someone had walked away
Happy at burning her wings to hell
God painted her wings
Innocence died in cruel sting
But for pitiless eyes death is walking
Ill smoke rising from the cig butt he did sling
The walking stopped, trembling in pain,
Locked in the future from the past
Cannot be the right way to live, but
This is inevitable
Why me?
I flew for you.
I simply landed on the flowers of fate for you, you
Slept on and then stepped on and then screwed by you
Intoxicating in its sadness
I yield to the setting sun in the poem called Passing.
Maybe, just maybe, this too shall pass…
Peace through love
So kiss the wings and let me die,
For it will be the only kiss I always get right.
The Goodbye Kiss, I’ve only come to say what I say,
And if I fail, my lessons unlearned close in on my purpose.
Destiny and time the enemy~
I see the universal tongue moving,
Through you through him through me,
I knew the poem before you imagined it.
Recreating the walls and the halls of perception
A self-made dangerous game
We carry on their memories
Like a foreshadowing pastime.
First God throws a pebble
Then throws a brick
I took the bricks
And built my house
Conjunction!
One star sang of the other stars’ beauty!
We exhaled exquisite galaxies like fireworks,
Piercing icy spaces in lonely places.
As your ballet fingers danced
Upon my youthful psyche
My innocence is reborn in recall
My virgin words blazed in your moaning embrace.
Each planetary orbit a learning curve
Pulling our tides to rip from our eyes deep oceans
This you gave me at your untimely grave,
The tears nourishing dying roses.
‘Not meant to be’?
Was it a...a lie?
There’s no such thing as luck,
Only decisions and consequences. So dry.
Oh
Nom
A
To
Poe
ia
Your name splashes in my mind
Your frame gushes like fine rhyme
Your lips below buzz until it is time
Your rapturous poetic echoes comb away locks of long ago.
How little did I know that
All the corners we painted ourselves into
Were synthetic, like scabs to the intellect.
Random lessons seems endless and unbalanced
Arbitrary thatch, but what did we FEEL beneath me?
But you.
To steal a truth…
When the student is ready,
The teacher pierces the night sky.
Lost & Found need each other.
Indeed, the Search Engine of you Soul
Never sleeps
Sometimes weeps
And I distain as trite to say, ‘prays’ for keeps.
We find only what we are.
Might I ever find you again
For the first time
Reel my lips in until I’m speechless.
Swim the touch
Silver trophy winner
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A wonderful poem, filled with breathtakingly beautiful phrases, linked to form a gracious whole.
