I saw Jezebel
And followed her ito the tombs of my pittyfull desire
I saw Jezebel
And opened up the fragile chamber of my beautiful heart
I saw Jezebel
And she ravaged the innermost parts of my tender soul
I saw Jezebel
And now my true love is but a mirage in the confines of my memory
I saw Jezebel
And now I'm stuck in the abyss with nothing but her ghost
for company

i do not know how to say the thins i feel for her
it's consuming my soul, its bugging the **** out of me,
like the darkness inside a room when the lights are off
i never knew that you were the one that's going to turn on the lights
never knew that she'll be the one filling my emptiness,
never knew she'll bet the one making my days okay
but that's not the case
yes,she turn's the lights on,
yes,she makes the days okay
but that's just me thinking of her
she doesn't have a clue on what i feel about her
i always had the feeling when she's sad
that i should be the one cheering her up,making her happy
comforting her till she's okay and laughing
but i don't have the privilege to do that
and that makes me sad.

(i LoVe h E r)
(bUt sHe hAs zer0 cLue)

You killed the child in me.
A brutal ****** it was,
no mercy for his gentle soul.
His wide eyed wonder gone.

He was doused in gasoline,
and swiftly set alight
turned from happy kid,
to raging inferno, lit the night

His ashes did not have time to cool
before a stirring in their midst.
A cynical angry man did rise,
Not a phoenix borne of myth.

For now it hurts, just to smile
there's no mirth in my eye.
My laughter lines are obsolete
Just extensions of my frown.

You love your country
I'm sure that you do
I'm sure they all loved
Their countries too

You love your country
That's how you explain it
You love your country
And I love my planet

Mist drifts amidst tall trees -
Above cool, clear blue pools
And grass splattered with dew.

We too should stay so cool:
Composed and rational even in a duel.
Forget adrenaline
And lose that Cortisol.
Ever see a dog or cat work out
Or do press-ups?
Watch those animals relax
And sleep:
Only springing up when something happens.

Avoid those fiery rages
As much as you can.
Steer clear of hell
With all its fury and flames
And violent eruptions.

Give me a golden pint
Of ice-cold brew.
Any beer will do.
Even without such help
Let us calm our hearts,
Lay back and relax
Even fall asleep for a while.
For we have earned
Our quiet hours
Amongst those misty trees.

Paul Butters

© PB 26\6\2018.

Today
I am alive
Today
I feel like being alive
Today
I feel not at my best
But
I feel a little less heavy than yesterday.

WRITING IS MY LIFE LINE'
WRITING IS ONLY PASSION,
IT IS A GAME OF SURVIVAL'
ITS MY SHEER TOTAL OBSEESION !!