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Jul 2020 · 608
Ligo (Bathe)
Butch Decatoria Jul 2020
Rain dancers!

Children bring forth

The deluge

Joyous and ****

Boogie away the heat of our Cebu

Wash away the grime

The worries of Times

The sufferings

Of war, in Mindanao, in you...

Dance oh Children

Of Sulu seas

Blissful droplets

Mini Filipinos me

Though the air force jets

Thunder overhead

Weep not lil ones

They are further gone & dead.

And now in these drops of sky

We drank

Bathed in the Life

Which we give thanks

So, bring forth

All earthly deluge

We babes of Cebu

Shower

In the sacrosanct

Blossom in the Truth.

(this is my Philippines)

I am You.
Revised.
Jul 2020 · 751
The Lonely Man's Church
Butch Decatoria Jul 2020
Wallace, my man Wallace, fell
In love with his wife,
For real for real
Fell in love.

If someone should happen upon
To see the two of them
If by chance passed by
Them two together

How odd a couple
They may say
She's such a little thing
Something so prestine to
Wallace, homeless guy howler.
Who is more himself with her than
Without her.

Mr. dumpster-diver-king!

The two individually are
Themselves genuinely
Together lovey-dovey,
Not an act.

Wallace falls in love,
Says that's a fact
Knowing that it also means
You've found someone
to lose.

Still, Wallace knew
love.
It's the god-honest Truth.

Then I ask Wallace
Mindful of the streets,
I ask him poignantly

Do you believe

in-- ?
Dotdotdot
Hastily he barks:
"Of course I did, do--believe in God above."

Didn't let me finish:
"Do you believe in --Love?"
Didn't ask for more
Than that,
Oh my ...

(Word) (goodness) (God)

To Wallace,
A Lonely Man's church is
the memory of wife who’s love
was long and always bright,
he’s just a lonely king
dumpster diving
a shadow of a thing...
To Wallace, she was everything...
(Dedicated to his wife, lost to Covid)
Jul 2020 · 51
Things
Butch Decatoria Jul 2020
Those things
What was said
The man I was
Inside my head
Inside the truth
What we had
What we said
The life we'd collect
Inside my head
Love was one of
Those things..
Jul 2020 · 72
Gays (acrostic)
Butch Decatoria Jul 2020
Giiirl, nah uh, no you didn't...

Anyways, back to moi, how do I look?

Yesterday his name was Manny, now it's in transition...

Snaps her fingers in circle motion, rubbernecking.
Jul 2020 · 68
Fireworks (revised)
Butch Decatoria Jul 2020
Toasts to the heavens!
Chrysanthemums igniting
dark blue colbalt sky.
Jul 2020 · 55
The 4th (revised)
Butch Decatoria Jul 2020
Sparklers and fizgigs,
Explosive screaming rockets...
Night sky sheds its grace.
Jul 2020 · 74
Heatwaves (10w)
Butch Decatoria Jul 2020
Vegas Summers: 'sweatin' like a ****** on discount dollar days.
Jul 2020 · 92
Yellow (acrostic)
Butch Decatoria Jul 2020
Your umbrella and muddy galoshes,

Elvish child of Spring, dancing in the rain.

Lovely as the innocence, being chaste.

Laughter banishing all fears so dark.

On faith, on stars - the color of remembrance…

Wondering if it’s raining where you are?
Jul 2020 · 64
After the 4th
Butch Decatoria Jul 2020
Burn-marked streets littered
with streamers, dead confetti,
Revellers sleep in.
Jul 2020 · 46
Before the 4th
Butch Decatoria Jul 2020
Firecrackers pop!
Cherrybombs' loud, go kaboom!
Neighbors kept awake.
Jul 2020 · 45
Dice (acrostic)
Butch Decatoria Jul 2020
Dressed up for the party pits,
In less worn by cocktail waitresses
Chic chick deals crap tables.
Eventually tips will better This.
Life's a crap shot.
Jun 2020 · 67
Signs of Times
Butch Decatoria Jun 2020
Hate Crimes police streets.
Towns flooded, hurricane spun
Ice melts. Fires. Guns...

Waves of new cases,
Caronavirus update:
"Safe" evaporates's

Ice melts. Forrest fires.
Indentured slaves for hire,
Laws bought without vote.

Power controlled hatreds,
New i.d. technology
Useless without faces.

Stay indoors save lives,
While inside-men take over.
**** science guys

Irony is cloned
On the fourth of all July's.
Ice caps. Fizgigs. War!

To be or Not to be
Has-beens dissed
Continues hands throwing gang

Signs of the times
Fizgigs and War!
Happy Fourth this July 2020.
I am Beatnik.


https://youtu.be/qN4ooNx77u0
Jun 2020 · 61
Taint.
Butch Decatoria Jun 2020
Paradise
is a road
We make of it.

No Destinations without the Journey.
No Salvation without the mourning.

How hell is paved
Hail Captalism!

We’re made of it...
They can smell it.

Fear and gluttonous Greed
The scent of themselves disposed

But a hint of sweet
Agony, aftermaths of painful

The pallid orchid's Petrichor
Soaked scent of wild rain.

Wet paint.
Sweat. Taint.
Jun 2020 · 66
Year of the Rat (senryu)
Butch Decatoria Jun 2020
Flu year of living
precariously like rats,
hiding in shadow.
Jun 2020 · 58
(H is for) Alphabet Soup
Butch Decatoria Jun 2020
Hinge'ing on huffing
Puffs Oh Henry
Don't flip your lid
H is for Happenings hot
For hire,
Party Bus Limos
With the scantly attired
Oh Henry did you hear?
Oh dear, you lush
Don't flip your lid
H is for hush
Hinge'ing on your lips.
Hey Y'hear me?
Jun 2020 · 56
Westerns (10w)
Butch Decatoria Jun 2020
It's a ****-hard life, Baby,
Annie get your gun.
Jun 2020 · 53
Pimp (senryu)
Butch Decatoria Jun 2020
Home Sweet Hoes for Hommes.
Pick of the litter sales pitch,
'gets to **** her first.
Jun 2020 · 73
Mad Gone
Butch Decatoria Jun 2020
We've gone mad
Going to madnesses
Carry on surviving
These new asphalt forests
With glass trees, mean streets
The birdsongs gone
Passed on to Extinction
Replaced by man's Machina
Armies' replicas

Inviting aliens with solid gold
The lushious abundant sounds
Pre-recorded,
"Hello what ever is out there, we are here! We welcome you to planet Earth."
HUNGRY?

We've lost our minds
Having lost our soul
We carry the madness
Like gongs from the Bell tower.
Carrying on surviving
Half alive
We're facsimiles of ourselves
In fat fake forests with
Coal-black rivers
Sand as the concrete sidewalks
Hard as war's urban jungle
Amidst viruses, flooding, wildfires.

We go to imaginings
The weight of bones
Of human quivers,
We go on to dream...
  I made not Had, upon
  A river's bight
We go to hoping
When we at last stand still,
That I have loved ones who wait
Behind the hill, taking me home
Away from the madnesses
those Gone surviving. Hope you are not alone.
Alas that is what madness exactly was,
Tomorrow, who knows?
Take a bridge of light precisely at the time
The clock of stones at sunrise,
No madness in the eye
It's at the foot of heaven where loved ones wait...

P.S. be careful not to lose it.
Your light inside is key. Yes way!
Jun 2020 · 58
Spread. (senryu)
Butch Decatoria Jun 2020
Friday, Saturdays
Those wild party Nights in Sin
City's unbecome.
Jun 2020 · 41
Sick Earth
Butch Decatoria Jun 2020
First remove that which kills
The guns, idiots are packing,
Casualties home grown
Bred fatal fetal hatreds
Trying to pass a law to
Make who / Behave? 
Regulate for what?
Why even carry,
Life off safety
It's concealed & ready...
Readily used at war,
With whom wonders how
Why give the toddler
Something sharp,
Go ahead some scissors, then
Have her dance about...
Plastic bullet is only a bruising
Duh... Ouch!

Remove now the words
Like separate, "aparteid" or
Enemy,
If we are as One
Supposed to be not
Our wars --we killing each other,
That's bad enough
But nothing's been done
The Globe is warming
Toward exploding
Losing our minds
Our freedoms now
Culling out our own futures
Defeated by the words
Blind belief

A double edged
Razorblade lies, giving up.
And it's said, they say
It's not what was said
But how outspoken.
No need pray,
Peace be to these
Dying days in it's silence,
Mum's the word.
And there's no word
For making
The sick Earth.

Since yet as One
And gone is long gone Ago
Mum's the word.
Since Now Must
           Do Don't Say
How to love / make
These last days
With ☮️ / @peace?

Love the Sick
World
Please, Pretty Please...
Jun 2020 · 66
Purgatory (senryu)
Butch Decatoria Jun 2020
City's hot as Hell,
Occupied by the faceless,
No mask no service.
Jun 2020 · 82
a Love Story
Butch Decatoria Jun 2020
History has become muddled
Human presumptions supposedly
Tunnel Vision Bullet Train
Next stop Lost Angels

Have you heard the one about
The Goddess who loved a mortal man, a king of something surely
Brief as Ad Hominem
It's always been a life story
In every embodiment love takes
Turns to something else greater than mortal
Things caught in Time
Some wither in ignorance
Fragility of flesh
Romantic as the Wonder
Wandering in you,
Oh heavens
Suppleness of Love,
A face infinitely wide,
Space Time expanding
Apart from hearts find
Oh boy having much spirit.
In love, so true a light,
Apart from beloved dearest
To end his life as thus.
Human mortality falling for

In Love
With a goddess beyond
Time's measure
To be so loved, so rich a treasure.
It's that story in every legend
Come what may become
Knowing now what lies inside
Will have no worth of stone

His own worth, how great this love
Inside he is certain
The heart comes from the goddess of Love
He is certain and certainly
To take his own,
for the after Life with death
Just say k.n.o.w.
No to
Thoughtlessness
Run Amok.
Still, it sure sounds like the same ole
Love story: a bridge of swallows
Toward the heavens above,
Love's Fire flies in the spaces dark...
Birth of Life, is a Love Story.
Jun 2020 · 73
Always Been
Butch Decatoria Jun 2020
How could a boy know of old legends--the myths, Otherly stories?
The superstitions of Yores, Exodus epic, them days biblical.
The rites of passages, our folks passed down,
Inheritance of Life lessons, the treasure so profound
Oh Heaven--how to even stand at it's foot...
What can Love know of this boy, but his heart so fragile a toy
Blindly his eyes pretending to see
Thoughtlessness killing the Bees
Paradise is slowly lost,
Our Harbor's Pearl...oh mother Earth...
All What Nots.
If this boy, I say
This boy, if he may
Knowing it's always been
A love story...
To be continued...
Jun 2020 · 63
Goddess
Butch Decatoria Jun 2020
Love is the goddess that birthed gravity, bringing together all things alight, alive, the deepest darkest parts of reality. Of course life tests those who would believe or dream, love is her there upon your sleeve, worship is the heart easily lost, when it's business is at all cost. If she is your true religion, belief a dove --not a pigeon. Sacrifice what's seen with how it feels, make that inner magic real. Goddess lights what's true inside, what tears reveal.
Love is the Goddess (come to life. No need to kneel.)
Jun 2020 · 44
Rant on Masks
Butch Decatoria Jun 2020
If you wear a disposable med. Mask outside in hundred degree Vegas heat, and hold a sign protesting "I can't breathe" it's not covid, it's stupidity. It runs rampant here abouts. Don't shoot, they're just stupid.
Jun 2020 · 60
Papillon
Butch Decatoria Jun 2020
Une chose dangereuse
Aile fragile de l'inspiration,
Les metamorphoses.
Butterfly senryu in French.
Jun 2020 · 69
Melancholia (senryu)
Butch Decatoria Jun 2020
Mask disguises face,
Hiding sterile expressions.
Eyes blue as her thoughts.
Jun 2020 · 46
Red Balloons
Butch Decatoria Jun 2020
Remember when
every touch
      with all its intention
was a kindness
      Tender like our lips
      at first kiss,
deeply
in one another's eyes
      seeing with feelings
      discovery past the weight
      of fevered flesh,
a dervish flight
through those walls
      layered with doubts as heavy
      as the stones
we now turn our hearts into...

Remember when
every word
      was lovingly spoken,
uplifting wisdom
like feathers, wings:
      the soft music of our mouths
when life was floating
lanterns
and we briefly were a/part
you still had me
soar...

When we are finally as one,
whole, a hearth warm,
and ****
      those wet silences
      become undulating music
                      the times we demure
our mouths still drinking, singing
instilling lessons
      within depths : the heart's thirst

which only absolute certainty
      calms and quenches...
keep alight and so on, carrying on,
      knowing tomorrow will come
      yet when I'm with you
I am made new,
Even in the dark where
All stars are born.

Remember when
in the break of morning
when eyes open from trenchant sleep
      (better than adrift or hollow)
remember how stunning the view
      inhale surprised
      waking to life's wonder, then when
a/part as the wars pain and riot
fearlessly I say
                depart and drink
the rain
                freedom love
sky and eyes
                     will awake.

And if we have yet to meet
since I know
      Truth and believe in Love,
when I fall for you
      Thank all the heavens, vast
I fell for you
                                            
I will fall up...

Because I remember
now
it's you
Lovingly    loving    Love
who fills my very cup
floating in the drink
of us.

(God how I love you.)
May 2020 · 86
29th of May
Butch Decatoria May 2020
It is said that even in the darkest of places, deepest pitch of spaces, betwix the stars and distances of dream or wasteland, even in sleep, the Light will gleam, a heart will beat—so life is scene —through eyes we’ve seen, the truth of dark places, Light is found. Sight is sound.
May 2020 · 76
Tiniest of Tempests
Butch Decatoria May 2020
So, grasshopper....
What is love / to someone who is complaining?

Screaming. Wailing /  Proudly prevailing / loudly Reprimanding
Or commanding Bounded feet
Pushing.
Shushing in rushing / Busiest with everyone else's business
Parking.
Ushering
Dumbfounded yet Enforcing.
Forcing / mindlessly
divorcing meaning?

Not knowing /  Rather assuming or presuming
To speak not for himself
Instead for us, lauding law, howling for god

What is it without making / any sense? /
Having no reason?
What is love if only a word /
Sung or graffiti tag on walls / Ave. 3rd / blurbs

So to speak / a word / whispers...
Write or read / Flat screen / one dimensional unexperienced /
Word up /  Another billboard's Loud propaganda
"Unt wonder-bar sinfully delicious"
You will OBEY
Says snickers /
Harangue of commands
The replete of a single word / repeat
"Believe"
On and on / carrying calm

And what is forever to an insect? With brief breath
Vampiric      Parasitic     Abuzz
Without purpose but swarm
Wasted waning /  Locust death Landscapes / we barely notice

Cherish just a starving word

So goes my question / Unanswered. Kept
distant. Unproven / underserved
The point is moot /
What is love  / To you?
Without proof Without life
What are eyes without the light ?
What is love if nothing /  If never born
A mind Emotes  /  oceans / swells /

Love ....
The tiniest of tempests
One thought becomes a storm
Felt Like dreams /  Stars for diamond tears
Energy in living form... now asking why / Are we here?
No doubt It is to know love
And so... What is a good word?    

Truth (the word of god)

So jump for joy, grasshopper...
Being loved is like being found.
Finally seeing the awe and the wonder.
The clarity of a mind's eye,
life is the dream the heart you must plunder.
the perfect time is now
because this is love, grasshopper
Tempest hearts who think...

This must be love
Thanks for these gifts thy bring
Thank goodness for everything….
Revised
May 2020 · 159
La Quinceanera (senryu)
Butch Decatoria May 2020
Birthday girl-woman
In a hot pink ruffled dress...
His sweet piñata.
May 2020 · 82
Past Life (revised)
Butch Decatoria May 2020
Palms read at a Psychic Eye,
Queries for her tarot cards
A youth full of doubt asks why
Who was I
In the chaos
far long gone,
Before this breath fast / Falls to sleep.
From dreamy wish to bones
Six feet deep...past life of one
Mr. Nobody,
Graduation Class of ‘93.
Who was he before?
Doubt the fortunes could tell us more
That Old ghost inside this shell...
As she Unveils dark curtains
Her many wares to sell...

  “Once you were a shaman,” she says
To her mark she barks
“Before the white men came“

From not that far
The wild untamed
Such heights
Native son, you will light
The ways made dark
Though this feels like a hollowed heart,
Pause then when
She begins to sob
Feelings / wars inside
(not lost)
Just a small spark of light
At nightly cross
Until our ends
Space/time is a canvas
To only behold
What was now
Fast awake
Like stars that guide
Ships of old, arrive as new
life.
Who knows...

“Once that shaman was you...”
Who knew you
Were then
Back when
Before our human birth
Returns to the earth,
Arrive as new
You now.
Revised
May 2020 · 105
Cross Our Fingers
Butch Decatoria May 2020
If you have it...
Love within, around, or about,
Pray, Let it be true—few may also pray
For you,
Send GetWell cards to you, gaudy
Flowers and colorful balloons
While others will not
Believe you
Say you’re unworthy, unkindly becoming
Abrasive with cunning / biting
Words to cut you deep
Confrontational mouths outnumbering
Louder than you, wanting to leave...
Infectious Doubt now hovering
It’s clouds covering a gathering fury
Ire of grey and storms a flurry
Curtains close
The light of Day away
Sun behind the dark dismay
Though rays not seen or warmth reflected
Absent from eyes but nay the mind
Knowing tomorrow will be on time…
Respect it.

Tho the day star sun hides behind clouds,
Mouths loud with discontent
Spreading contagion, sickness of soul
Numbing the heart of love,
Like sight with emotional blindness
Life unfeeling, soul depleted—man un being
And misguided...
If you are certain of this love you know
Seeing is truly as belief is yours
Don’t read too much into it, cuz
Don’t be a fool, but be one for Love
If that Love loves you too.
Here’s hoping, crossing our fingers—for True...

.
May 2020 · 49
#reasonsexcuses
Butch Decatoria May 2020
Logic and mathematical Reasoning
are assumed to be kin, all bare in mind.
Think again.
Truth is lost when kissing
cousins: Reasons & Excuses,
are allowed motive to marry relations.
That’s when “stupid” hurts the whole
the normalcy of freedoms of thought, learning Properly
How to / Not / be so Extra
Bettering the future still on-coming,
Like Runaway trains
We are on-going, born in Life to Live so
Now then—Go!
Be one
with the nature of Home.
Transcend & Enlighten
Oh...
Our Minds’ logic must harmonize
with the reasons of Life, seasons and
The rising tides.
May 2020 · 47
I Read Moon
Butch Decatoria May 2020
I also Read the moon
And walk along through Aurora Boreal.
A Luxury to be able to
Read / at night / stories of the moon...
I’d rather swim in Northern Lights
Dreams of earth, her Gaia soul
All as one Life.
Each die must be rolled...

Her nickname’s Blue.
Home to you too? Tell our troops
World peace is Now
Old clocks have tolled
Oh Dreaming Aurora, An eye so blue, like
Waves of ocean tears falling sky, the color is Truth.
How we all love you, few don’t try
In this star filled night,
I read the moon, a point moot,
Auroral Dreams of you—true love.

(My strangest brew not yet come true. Could sure use a hug.)
May 2020 · 91
Instead, this poem:
Butch Decatoria May 2020
Making strange sounds **** noises, beneath the covers,
Pompous poots from buffet lanes smells like white supremist ***.
Kamikaze!
Evil ******’ stinks!
Sounds right, smells wrong.
Gung-** to go.
Skechers without Tees sketching out
Smells like Mind -******
Not what’s up. What’s the sound
Of Empty,
The same as plenty
Time enough to Experience it
Heart full of heavy
With nothing at all, spiraling
Down
Drinking Kamikazes
Instead.
May 2020 · 52
UnReal
Butch Decatoria May 2020
Dream-Like
My Life—-Eyes wide
Asleep.


I wonder if you’re proud of me.

What’s it All About
Here!
Still tryin’—-Living.

Is the Sky in my skull
Not imagination Heaven?
Oh Soul
        Snow Piercer
Oh Life! You great monolith
I climb
Your pyramid
A backdrop of red
Fires, Angry Suns.
Nature can’t save us over hungry
We ate & sealed our fate

I wonder if You’re proud?
I am of your Love.

Forevermore.
That’s unreal! —
My Love.


Dream-Like
My Life—-eyes wide
Fast Asleep.

Oh Forgive me. Oh!
Forgive me please...
May 2020 · 62
Boogers (acrostic)
Butch Decatoria May 2020
Break time smokers digging for gold
Oblivious finger flicks a winning nugget
Outside, from the nose, flung without direction
Gasps gaggles of gossip girls unamused
Emptying casinos fearful of mucous, or swine flu.
Reality’s TMZ, latex gloves and masked celebrities say
Stay at home, with your cigarettes and boogers in ashtrays.
May 2020 · 145
Homebody (Senryu)
Butch Decatoria May 2020
Microwave popcorn,
Buttered. Friday Night Netflix.
Alone to download.
May 2020 · 64
EXIGUOUS (acrostic)
Butch Decatoria May 2020
Each pupil can see, thoughts slow discovery,
X-y-Zedd to bed for busy zoo babies city restless
Itsy bitsy , web-weave Wired spider Spouts senses
Grieves the size queen who’s point is made moot
Unruly unlikely invited to big boy parties after school
Oddly the runt who leads the litter box crew
Undoubtedly a mini Me who triumphs over minds pitter-patter
Small world of wonderlands, cats, and mad hatters matter...
May 2020 · 110
At Rest (revised)
Butch Decatoria May 2020
[PLOT
          on the green / on Cemetery Row]

A stroll
through Carthage stones.:

Gargoyles in grey gloamings
of Autumns
of Winters
of the remains of days
the done-buried
keep secret in rigor mortis  
kiss

the grave
pushing up daisies, the cherished
our cherubs below tombstones
there lays

In green tarmac flights
On crucifix runways

Mausoleums with eyes
of pyramids and storms
houses the ravens watching ghosts
from above just ants below,
beneath undulating fog-cotton lakes

Upon the soil and worms and
souls
           mausoleums...

As granite angels mime
upward in prayer
waiting in the weight of the lifeless
wake
    white marbled expressions

The consternation
    of devil may care

None for statues or with halos
the captured hearts in boxes,
coffins / the inmates
                                American gothic
Gallows
Caustic the silences, secret speak
Life once stories of beams of light
Such vibrant lives afire
(now mere half paragraphs)
in respite / Despite
unforgiven mires

[On a plot of green
in cemetery row...]

Gargoyles in the mist
these arrested flights

of wish dismissed
of effulgent life

through the spindle of an hourglass
spider-webs of fog

where I share my path
Here the haunted besides (roaming)
a land of quietude
                 futures devoid yet still turning
The cyclic times
The unlearned
The dreaded cold below
[On a plot of green, Cemetery row...]

Rest will happen
but my spirit is a phoenix

Great flocks of birds
Asphodels

Whilst
taking a stroll...
Past plots of green,
        In cemetery row
How such silences scream :
         the fallen :
death's blanket of snow.

[Carnage. &. Stones.]
Revised edit, final.
May 2020 · 44
Trying to See Beauty.
Butch Decatoria May 2020
She tricks herself out in the evenings—dark,
Is a Rose still a Rose?
Butch Decatoria May 2020
Breathing hard,
we swam in the ocean of one skin

bodies hot,
flesh aflush

as you fall  beside me
feigning to be tired.

I close my eyes
and think about the beach at twilight,

if it will be you or the moon
walking alongside me there

within the decrepitudes
of waning one night

stands your inconsequential
manhood...

As our Friday night  breathing
Slows to a silence of regret,

you get up to towel down;
While I allow your power to dry on me.

Still, you come and wipe away our ***
as you kiss each place

where you had landed
yet you never consider

my lips...
May 2020 · 42
Hunger & Thirst (revised)
Butch Decatoria May 2020
Oh hollow Thirst!  
How it drowns out life's liquid scenes,
All treacherous memory now
It dries the tongue;
          When recollections swim with dire aches
          In the stomach: lingering
Deserts  
          once oasis-providence:
the ease of us
sifting with the sand

Minutes limpid between caress.
Creation our chalice overflows

Quenching, in each other
Love for water
As the hours go to touching vastnesses
To open us / one heavenly sky :
Illuminating you
Both assuage and succor...

But I am both drought and man
          Flesh heavy / crawling through
         War's searing hills
         Chafed by what made me fearless . . .
         Once a Traveler discarding haste,
Who Thirsts for those wild  palm trees’ shade
Our moments / Still-pictures
The body we felt / Still continuously feeling.

It is as though an affliction’s game
To wait
Between search and weaning
No swift elixir
I am just a bare tree leaning.
(praying for love's rain...)

This Thirst is deeper than remembering
The drink that once was Us.

.  .  .  .


Halcyon,
I’m bathing in your adoration,

Nothing so sinful, or minuscule, as to need
Redemptive rinses of the spirit
When we were
As what we only knew how to be,
Ourselves alone
Yet together sharing feasts...

Which we lay out for each other
Ceremonious only through its unveiling,
Knowing how to trust this (which is between us).

Oh How to feed that old hunger,
How I’ve longed for you,
Lovely soft mornings, dew on your skin,
Like when we had the outdoors
With our mischief, green
Attentive as the grass when we look within…
Those bright eyes that pierce me deeper now
Understanding / how my breath always quivers
With the slight tips of your tender fingers.

Wish makes the body famished and weak,
Needing food
From in between
Kiss and spark
The smiles that shares heaven’s glee,
In each other’s sensations, feeling the answer
Rather than being told to eat…

The Reveries of wines tasted, the lifting of all things
To a memory, not yet having the full course
Of dining
with serenity, finding that destiny
Has yet to begin
When love was the race I was questioning,
While Kindnesses were supposedly human,
And all dreams came true with happy endings..??

Hunger can make the world seem cruel
When we give up on searching for meaning,
We ourselves make
The feast of meals
with our believing…
Be Happy not Hangry. Angry and Hungry.
May 2020 · 65
Galileo’s Crucifix
Butch Decatoria May 2020
Wonder how heavy does it weigh

That Old World reminder

Your Scarlet Letter

Strange for someone like you

As in love with the future as I am

Peering through a looking glass

Upon the rings of Saturn

How it must weigh upon you

When you telescope the night sky

Refracting mirrors, by candle light

Do you worry, or did you then,

About GOD’s Privacy

Or did you about the men then

As mean as those now

Employed by said Almighty

Them powers that be

Do you, like I do, when I worry,

Redirect perspective

Wouldn’t you rather not

But be entranced by the beauty

The frightening void of the infinite

Interstellar Galactic outer space-time

The greatest unknown

Where not a man with all his worries

Weighs at all heavy

Not the cross you carry not a soul

On Earth and all her history

(life at last)

Here —We’re all playing Asteroids.

Not to worry, true belief requires having class,

Still, you have vision & the looking glass.


P.S. Avoid the Mongoloids…
May 2020 · 47
(Prelude)
Butch Decatoria May 2020
Big Dude Drew and White Kid Blake
Made a pact and a wish
One day
To become friggin’ Rockstar Famous,
The Next IT thing—hip hop Billy’s with Billions
Making It rain Benjamin’s
Their own music video rappin’
About drug ****, and ****** ****
The illest flows on repeat
Rap Artists was what
They dreamt of —fantasy for them “free”

That’s a Wrap! Not cutting it
In short
Shorts so sweet,
It ain’t about trees...

But Big Dude DREW knew
It was White Kid Black Addict
That ****** it Shot Up,
Drew felt he would of done it truly
Proud —Beast now without
A crown,
Is a sad sad king with his animal howl
Should’ve been me
But do not drown in the **** pity
Big Dude knew how to naturally be
Hip Hop, he was gonna
Be Hip Hop, suppose to...
Now he’s followed by a tall ***
***** haired balloon
Blank look devoid of what mattered
To most it is
Oxygen
              Substance
Breathing...
May 2020 · 63
Dreams of Heaven (Intro.)
Butch Decatoria May 2020
Behold these Human Dreams of Heaven

Upon every Evening, we Fall like stars to Sleep

And it feels like Dying without but my Dreams,

It’s only Human to Go dying.

But First we must Live / & then / Learn to Fly.

Reach for your Dreams. Everyday reach—For the Sky,

For Heavens—sake. Dream.
May 2020 · 136
Chewing the Covid?
Butch Decatoria May 2020
Don’t you just love the loud chewers
Who chew and talk at the same time, love it right?
Then here comes Covid like Santa Claus
Just ruining everything—my adolescent tantrums...
Then they take credit for having survived it
Anyway Covid is leaving us lump some of charcoal, empty, cold.
“See! Told ya so!
So,There is a reason why we eat with our
Mouths closed.
Less splash of spittle, please!
There’s a Germaphobe present—“

Don’t cha just love it
Them ****** loud chewers,
And ******’ mouth breathers...
Nuked by forefathers and ****
Science, their virulent hatreds
Designer genetic babies styled to
Your faves liking.
Designer bio warfare, just because.
Don’t cha just...? M m m.
May 2020 · 129
ABCD (acrostic)
Butch Decatoria May 2020
Accidental
  Beatnik
    Chance-
                   Dancing...
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