blunted on the riptide of fury:
i am not your resolution
i am not your answer
i am your destruction
and your absolute contrary;

but i will seep into your system like a cure
because i am connivance
yet not quite compliance
and i'm not inwardly pure
because i am a cancer

and a swan-like dancer
dancing my way into you;

taking a twice-trodden path
i am
your lasting and indelible wrath
i am red vision tinted with blue

i am you
*i am you

The crowd fades away
As chords in every melody
Rings in our ears,
And shivers downs in our body
It vibrates in every muscle
A musical fusion
Almost everything didn’t matter
It’s you, me and the beating rhythm
The graceful posture
The sway of every gesture
It’s a motion adventure.

Feeling the adrenaline pulsing through
Pervading the entity
Beating rhythm pounding, it electrifies the body
into graceful art, emancipating the sound of the music
Captivating the mind, liberating the young, reckless soul
covertly hidden inside an indifferent exterior

A freeing beauty
of movement to the rhythm
A therapy to the mind and body.
Dancing to the music,
feeling every tune
every beat
every breath of every movement,
with Explosions of Euphoria

Forsythias flower now,
A shock of yellow petals
Matching my Daffodils.
Pure yellow,
Brighter than the sun.
Galaxies of petal-stars
Hanging from spiral arms.
As numerous as a shoal of fish,
Or flock of birds.
Nature stuns us with its numbers.

Winter hangs on
With chilling grip.
But blossoms like these hold promise
Of warmer days.
My crocuses were first:
Defiant spears thrusting into the frosty air.
And now the second wave is here:
Flower after flower,
Bird after bird:
Robins and Blue ****,
Blackbirds and Sparrows.
Pesky gnats are out
As everything awakes
From hibernation.
Yes Spring is here,
Showing us once more
The sheer resilience of Life.

Paul Butters

The scattered dead,
Headless men filled with boundless grief,
Cherish moments of unneeded compromise,

Films unspoken,
Like hearts broken

Turning forward to times,
Beneath the effortless spines,
Of men asleep in greasy sweat,

Tell the cops to find the Ox,
Tell the boys to keep the watch,
Mind over matter,

Matter of fact,
I probably forgot all of that,
Nonsense and pain,
Time and fame,
Pointless matters of death,
Greater feelings of rest