Quiet my little dolly
Your screaming is folly
***** strings for hair
Button eyes stare
Dress of old cloths
Been eaten by moths
Stuffing leaking out of your tummy
Makes you look quite funny
Shoes nowhere to be seen
Must have floated upstream
Further up then the dolly did
When she was tossed by her kid
Now she cries everyday
Wanting someone to find her and play

Don't be in dysfunctional abusive
Relationships that make you
Cry and cut and hate
Yourself and everything.

Don't.

You deserve so much better.
Trust me.*

Because I understand
And if she hadn't of left me
I would still be in torment
Believing it was better
Than not being with her at all.

*Don't let the
Should've been the one
Get in the way of
The true one.

I woke this morning with you on my mind, truth is its déjà vu every time,
me imagining grasping your soft  thighs as my insatiable appetite pleads for your subtle lips and beautiful Brown eyes, an alluring vision, passionate bliss consuming every fragment of my mind.

Endlessly going through the days
invisible for none to see

You're so busy lately, I miss your beautiful face.
I miss your adorable smile and how my heart skips it's pace.
It still beats in tandem but I still miss your voice,
I really wish we had more of a choice.
I miss everything about you and right now i feel lonely,
Even in company I still feel as thought I'm the one and only.

When will you not be busy?
When is later?
Is later still a timeframe in existence?

During my teens I determined not to rely on some higher power
For what was Good or Bad.
And thus I entered Purgatory or Chaos
Or worse.
For years I struggled with
What is Good, of Value, Right?

But now I’m growing old I must Decide.
This much I know:
Every living thing is good.
Intelligent, sentient, compassionate beings are even better.
Be a “Lifist” and a Humanist too.

Cherry pick the best that Religion has to offer,
And discard the rest.
Some Christian Values are very good
When winnowed from the chaff of doctrine.

I’ll never like a wasp, I feel,
But I will always love all Life
And stand in awe
At Nature’s Force.

A Man of Peace
I truly am.
Embracing all my fellow men (and women!)
Loving my animals
My family
And my friends.
I’ll drink to that.

Paul Butters

You are the apple of my eye,
but this fruit's rotten to the core.
You're suffocating me in your grip,
but baby your hands are so warm.

You're a corrupt tyrant king,
and ***** tortured prisoner;
Make me your silent queen, broken cell mate,
and crying court jester.

You stroke my hair, but your hands
are on my shoulder.
You bring me to new heights but,
when I soar you grow colder.

You're sweeter than our honeymoon
phase on Valentine's Day baby.
But the dentist said your **** gives
me one year cavities.

You have no doubts, "our
dream's pristine and love is true".
Then how come my heart,
my soul, is black and blue?

I am more alone when you hold my
hand and say, "I'm here".
But I feel so sick with fear at the
thought of you not near.

It's crazy.
You're crazy.
I'm crazy.
Crazy (in pain)
Crazy (in love)
How could I go?
Why can't I leave?

I'm just a work of art,
Tough as steel,
But elegant within hands.
I enjoy the paintings,
With sharp lines,
I create many.
I love strokes I make with my brush,
It's only a carving done on human flesh,
A beautiful curtain call to one's life.
And I'll be polished to new,
Tough as steel,
But elegant within hands.
I'll enjoy another painting,
Cut out a rose,
To draw on their hearts,
And devour on lives to create art.
The world will fear me