Is it time
To write a rhyme
Or should I write blank verse?
The meaning of the cosmos beckons me
So maybe my verse should just run free.

What matters is what I have to say,
Before I send you on your way.
We need a world of Peace and Love,
And shouldn’t need guidance from above.

Mother Nature asks for a rhyme
To help preserve her, for all time.
Doing otherwise is just a crime
For which we deserve much more than a fine.

If you don’t believe in God,
Then believe in Good.
And spare the rod,
There’s better use for wood.

Thanks for reading this, my friend,
We have now reached the very end.

Paul Butters

© PB 18\9\2015.

Relationships so misleading,

In this war of love, I'm retreating

Wounded by fatal bullets through the heart,

I've already lost too much blood for a new start.

Let me just lie here, Dying

Maybe someone will see me here, hurt,

Crying.

Solemn, blank faces all look down but then go past.

Fatality has come my way,

Unfortunately, but yet at last.

I watch the still water
All the glistening coins
So much false hope...well here's my wish....

I wish I wasn't wishing anymore
How many is it now? I stopped keeping score.
I'm tired if throwing pennies in this stupid wishing well
I have to do something....
Here goes nothin...

and I have to wonder
If you meant
What you said
Or if they were just
hickeys
Sweet at first
But made to leave bruises