Majestic is
*this love I scribe
open like the skies
beautiful if you stare
sensitive to the eyes
burning moths to flames
embracing every touch
weary of the pain
desiring the lust
Majestic is
love under pressure
don't call it ordinary
be careful its combustible
rare, yet extraordinary
not quite the miraculous*
~Butterfly εїз
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 9:07 PM UTC
It's not his love that was in
question, it was her own.
It became clear to her while
sitting on the edge of her bed.
She watched him in his sleep
and a tear fell from her cheek...
She no longer questioned herself.
~Y. Butterfly εїз ©
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 6:29 PM UTC
*
No desire for words spoken
we sail on the wind
the energy surrounding us
takes perfect dictation
nothing misunderstood
cosmically we sync
we finish sentences spoken
astrologically
we fit by design
forever equals us
without a moments notice
eternity sealed our fate
the first time we exchanged looks
from across the way
*
~Butterfly εїз ©
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 9:18 AM UTC
**
I'm fascinated with their minds
the luxury of having someone
take every detail about you
and
**
***Fantasize about it
Romanticize it
Exaggerate it's details
Make it verbally extraordinary***
**I'm fascinated with their hearts
their soul suspended
In every word written
keeps their audience guessing
do they actually mean it
or
their great at telling amazing stories
**
~Butterfly εїз 2014©
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 9:02 PM UTC
Mornings are wet
sun peaks behind dark clouds
harsh winds blow
tree leaves sing
bees pollinates nature
flowers blossom free
frozen petals question Spring
why Winter refuses to leave
It holds the seasons hostage
with warm days and cold nights
and the earth caught in between
~Butterfly εїз 2014©
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 8:21 AM UTC
I read a poem so passionately
good this morning
It made my heart skip 10 times
This writers message of love
it spoke into me
**I had to stop
compose myself
inhale a few breaths
take a minute to breathe**
Then I found myself going
back several times to reread
This writers expression of love
It spoke to the love inside of me
Most know me for my words of inspiration
There are a few who knows
my soul spouts love in sonnets
Through the eyes of this writer
I was fed an abundance
~Butterfly εїз 2014©
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 2:06 PM UTC
The Love of God
Is not average love
Definitely not the love of today
Is this why people look in such a way
Which keeps them guessing
Wondering why you’re not stressin’
Over hurts of the past nor yesterday
See, I have experienced His Agape
I’ve learned, every hurt is not a deal breaker
Every wrong deed does not warrant a person being deserted
When was the last time you hurt a friend
Not for the first time, but… again
Sometimes forgiveness and restoration is for the best
Not all hurts should be overly stressed
Have you participated in your fair share of mess…?
I guess, yes
Practice restoration and forgiveness
Because…
Every hurt is not a deal breaker
Every wrong deed does not warrant a person being deserted
Walk in His Agape love
Simply His Love “Unconditional”
~Butterfly εїз 2014©
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 7:45 PM UTC
Remembering...
The way we were
A group of beautiful minds
~Butterfly εїз ©
Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 1:45 PM UTC
How can you see something beautiful
and not acknowledge it's beauty
How could you stand in silence
when you have a voice
How could you be invisible
when you have a choice
How could you stand on the sidelines
with prying eyes
This is the act of the weak, not the wise
*This is no beauty of person
This is beauty of a movement
This is not the beauty of one
This is the movement of many*
Yet you want no parts in it
It makes me question you... How
*How could you be so selfish
How could you be so lost
How could you be so wrong*
How can you not acknowledge
something so beautiful is going on
~Butterfly εїз 2014©
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 2:55 PM UTC
I am a writer
I am a poet
I am a creative mind
I am timeless
I am fearless
I am a movement
I am a revolution
I am conflict
I am resolution
I am truth
I am love
I am powerful
I am thoughts formed
I am pen and paper
I am a keyboard
I am your fingers
I am your left and right hands
I am the first stroke of your wrists
You give me life
I am your voice
I can't be silenced
I am your future
I am your history
I am the best stories ever told
I am inspiration written in words
My hands are powerful
I am a writer
I am a poet
I am a creative mind
~Butterfly εїз 2014©
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 4:52 PM UTC