Butterfly Thoughtz

IMG_1015Hello inner child have you talked to me today.  What automatic moves directs these grown up feet.  One for my mother and one for my father.

Can you appreciate Paris nights and Hawaiian trees that bricks your path.

Have you a silken handkerchief to say goodbye to Amen and Lbud with angel wings to watch down the aisle.

Can you laugh and reminisce with me over mr not there and sir cares a not.  Cheerleader to dream of unity and a soft place to fall.

Imagine gray hairs and popping veins.  Picking out memories that fearless slumber parties made magic of endless time.  Your patience through road trips to find the independent spirit thought to be loneliness to complete a cycle that your baby eyes could never know.

I can fix this problem that your tiny hands pulled from my chest.  Twilight years joking at needless suffering from stories in the brain.  Entertaining a trajectory of power tucked away in the feathers of a phoenix.

Rest now little one for second sight breaks all barriers and tucks the missing pieces gracefully into drops of diamond and shimmer; hearing your song in the background of these thoughts.

Feeling each arm reached peaceful in everlasting hugs and worth it all.



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Grace & Lifelines

All is not lost as the grace and lifelines set me free

Walking a tightrope between sanity and ecstasy

Isolated in observational reverence of manifestations made rich

Gathering the last remnants of old parts fractured by insignificance in the eyes of the devil

Working past flashes of glory and victory made in memory and pastimes

Left rising out of a battered soul carrying the burden of German blood and African drums

Channeling all that is in me to make good on a promise set by a soft voice in yonder

Flashing through karmic distortions feeding on the nectar of the hummingbird and the spit of creation

Leaving a legacy of difference in the intention of forgotten and the wandering of spirit

Mercy on me to be the one who sheds light on all faults in a distant people and inquiring mind

Never ending the story of bruised knees and start over again to see it painted a new color

Walking a narrow thread between sorrow and jubilation.



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Crazy Is

a woman scorned heartbroken and shattered

Neglected by a prison of her own making

Deeply feeling the cut of every broken promise lied so stylishly through paper doll lips

Crazy Is

thinking higher of the brilliant mind’s potential barely reflected in the truth of the day

Seduced into believing her presences can blast down the wall made thick by nature’s blows

Crazy Is

the reaction of cold heart nostalgia in brushing off all past lovers as unsteady and overbearing

Denial of whose hand grips the sword of silence

Falsely offering friendship as bread crumbs for severance to untrue love

Crazy Is

holding on to fleeting connection as if it were a human right to bear witness to another soul standing bare chested, exposed and short of breath

Dissolving all trace of you, me and us for gut wrenching survival to get out of the maze

Crazy Is

Pretending at grown up while playing teenage fling shocking the system to contemplate forever

Ripping through the silky web of polite interaction in front of sheer rage and hate

all those thing we are meant to keep tucked away in composure

Sweeping clean depressed longing and shame raised by a family of wolves dressed as sheep

Quick to avoid the view of the other in order to appear

Not so





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dark spot


trapped secret

trauma of an unknown origin

locked in a basement

Sticking shame further into the pipe

dependent comfort clings distant confidants on a safe space away

Fire lit

casting demon breath judging from a room with a view



Dragging hopes and dreams on the back of another

Repulsion on each end disappointed

blindness seen by the crowd

No shock to anyone shouting warnings delivered in tatters

Witches heart drawn out from bitter lines attached to predictable nature made manifest by experience of eons

superficial glue that patches together mosaics of a mighty force drunk on life illusion

Murky hell

Sad at green eyes indifferent to existence of life beyond itself

Banished and barred from feeling deeper than clinks of the glass

hence crazy living at the bottom

Worry piercing chords on the throat stopping ugly truth

the sizzling lesson caught in the gray of hidden angels lost by slumber

Higher wise scatters tangents purging discouragement lay hidden in the closet

finding the trap door to wonderland of lust possible

full speed false ambition

glory suit surrendered

branching off one choice from the disease beyond all practice to avoid sun of another day


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Washed wander wetlings dropped raw into the abyss

Split silent spat on false ground fed to the fire

Perfection dancing in raindrops whirling winds of lost chances

Speechless nostalgia torn back from careless slumber

Nothing left to determine who’s who and what’s what

Gliding bashfully on inspiration and impulse

Hop scotch and candy canes drawing nothing out of arrested bliss

Coffee cups and cigarettes plays double dutch to feel a bit

Dark shades upon the eyes to see another’s glory in fear to fade your own flame out

Sinking mud to swallow shallow formations in loose concrete paying homage to backward insight

Monuments to dull creation and lost dogs to give up the fight

Ghosts blowing tears off lady liberty and fairy godmother wrapping Alice in a blanket of wool

Warm bunnies crawling out of the wall to catch a frog tumbled hopefully from the sky.




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