poems written on faded skin
blow across the rim-
of a distant horizon
where all things are different
and nothing is the same-
except the stories of warriors-
who fought, and then lost-
to the fragile wonders of life

Get your finger out!
I hear you shout.
Give Life a clout.

But what’s it all about?
What does it mean?
Out of what?
A hole in a gun?
Or your ***?

How do you think I sit?
Is my finger covered
In something not too pleasant?

So you think I’m lazy!
You must be crazy.
I’ve worked off my socks
Yet I’m tied to the stocks.

We are ALL in this mess,
Yes it’s time to fess.
Too much wrong in this world:
Time our flag was unfurled.

To do nothing is bad,
From Rome to Riyadh.
Don’t want to feel sad:
We’d rather be glad
That we acted
Without being distracted.

So get that flipping finger out!

Paul Butters

Silent moments are the most profound
When you are aware of your presence
And you are connected with inner calling
Where the body seeks the souls solace  
You are embraced with a calm feeling
Realizing the depth and dimension of silence
It’s the language to be mastered over time
You can connect the severed links
As it draws you out of the chaotic conundrum

A transformation so beautiful
Can emerge from a cocoon
Months in tranquility
Praying for the moments of splendor  
When hope gets wings
To kiss the beautiful flowers
It’s a magical journey
There’s sunshine and love
Winged angels perched on flowers