~ ❁ ~
To live a world of sweet little Butterfleurs
is not realism and illusion to part.
But to acknowledge a shaft of heaven's light
to let flames purify your heart.
~ ❁ ~
Sweet little Butterfleurs,
Come and whirl around me
Shimmering gale of colours
Show what happiness can be.
~ ❁ ~
Sweet little Butterfleurs,
Fluttering flowers touch the sky
How I wish I had wings
So I too could fly.
~ ❁ ~
Sweet little Butterfleurs
Who embody love in a flash
On a loose hand, you fly.
In a grip, you turn to ash
~ ❁ ~
Sweet little Butterfleurs
You make me wary of what life brings
For when you glide past thorns,
I worry it'll tear your wings.
~ ❁ ~
Sweet little Butterfleurs
Let me stay here
In the valley of Elysian,
where there's no cause for fear.
~ ❁ ~
To live a world of sweet little Butterfleurs
is not realism and illusion to part.
But to acknowledge a shaft of heaven's light
to let flames purify your heart
~ ❁ ~
I live in real fantasy
Where my inner child runs free
I dance, I laugh, I sing
I imagine all that can and what will ever be.

Upon every body of man and woman alike

are scars. While we are walking memories,

the scars are marks of various journeys

that life inflicts. While we trudge and trudge

and trudge and trudge, our true selves

scream to be heard. To be free of the demons

born in the wombs of the mind and heart.

Life inflict scars. Scars sing with stories.

And stories are all that live on in the end

for we never truly die, as our legends

survive.

Within my floral heart
are songs that have grown
from flowers I either
love or loathe

The lily is one that I love
And there are many variations
to be admired.
It is the blushing ****** of the water.
That wakes from much strife,
rising from filth for the
kiss of the sun.

~AND ~

Then there's the lily of the valley
the bright star of Morn.
A crying flower in my eyes
The lily of the valley among thorns
bowing their humble heads.
Frail clouds above whispering grass
that sway left and right, left and right.

Sweet watery beauty in one eye, weeds
hanging from a noose in another.
Out of the umbran moments, they seem to bloom
with their scintillating lights.
Blushing pink or white or blue or yellow
stars.

The earth is kissed and blessed with flowers,
each blessed with their own song.
Even I struggle to uncover their secrets.
Even I can not fully decipher their fragrance
All there is is fragments
so sad tales in desert air

Within my floral heart
are songs that have grown
from flowers I either
love or loathe

O, loving silver moon

I come with one dark wish

I do not wish to die

But I don't want to exist

If you want to have your cake and
eat it too, don't be shocked
when karma bites you.

If you can't stay faithful,
stay ****** single.