Butterfly haunts me
flutters by in the dark of night
when the smoke cleared
all that was left was a still photograph
no breath to be had, no words to be spoken
perched upon my mind where no one can see
all the secrets that taunt me

Left behind in your spirit
like an erratic zephyr they twist my head
nothing sacred in how you fled the atmosphere
I oft wonder have you found that freedom
as you floated from this earth
markings on the sky of colorless clues  
the painted scenery still not clear
all that's left to do is exhale poetry

1...2...3...4
'Cinderella, dressed in yella,
went upstairs to kiss her fella
By mistake she kissed a snake,
How many doctors did it take?'

*1...2...3...4...
skipping rope with girlish delight
realizations of real life burdens out of tune
how many snakes does it really take
to chuff that wonderment of childhood

double dutch that innocence right out of her
does it burn yet, round and round and up and down
she stares out the window with her eyes closed
dreams of Cinderella and Prince Charming's cloudy
he went downstairs to kiss her spoon
that jumped over the moon, jack fell down
and broke her crown if only she were Alice,
what could she do?
tell the Mad Hatter to make him act
like a 'real daddy',
bounce her on his knee,instead of
this thing he calls 'special kind of love'
as he rolled her over,
she prayed to god above

There was silence that echoed in her chaste ears
except when he said you better do this right
she obliged cause she knew if she did not obey
there'd be even more evil coming to play

All the King's horses and all the king's men
couldn't put her back together again 1....2....3....4......

Cinderella,
dressed in yella
went downstairs to meet a fella
on the way her knickers busted
how many people were disgusted?

1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8...

You whispered so gently when you tucked violets behind my ear
as we writhe on a bed of windswept  poppy petals,      the earth moved
the sun shone on your face whilst the moon dipped in our sighs,

that was the last time I felt your warmth  aside me
yet in the stirring chill of unfurled dark November mornings,
I can still smell the wafting scent of wildflowers in my hair

I can't see through my heart,
as I watched my resolution's stare
blindly running against the rain
to disguise my own teardrops,
trying to avoid your blustery glare

Ended on a sinister cloud creation,
I tried to breathe/
       whilst I gingerly swallowed,
I found you stuck there
rasping ambiguous,
nothing could dislodge
the abrasive taste,
             my own voice stifled by regret,
started out a tempered,
            genesis love song...

I wanted to believe that it was true
    you placed your raucous sword
        upon my breast, cut me deeply,
       leaving scars,         apparent
         you craved the bloodstains
        resonating in my chest

...I wavered in the hailing discontent,
afraid to leave, afraid to stay,
was a little sliver of Heaven
with a lot of Hell to pay

I lost my way, only the pouring rain
   understood exactly what to say...

We take on the blame, we inherit the shame
wallowing in the aftermath of an apocalypse
proportions to take down the most resilient warrior
we fight to the death our right to a voice
trust is crushed beyond reparation
truth is heard in the distant by some
stark realities knock in darkness and light
sleep filled with the incoherent disgraces
seeped into the soul's consciousness'
assaulting all reason and sanity
sanctioned for self destruction
the shame that follows engulfs
innocence admonishes all evil
still stuck in the turmoil of self hatred
unjustly bestowed on the naive guiltless
shame's name branded on the psyche
slammed by the brick wall of inertia
sabotaged lives go astray and unfold
the real shame of it all is not ours to own
yet, life no longer flows naturally..............

You want to read little pristine pretty posies
not get involved betwixt & ignore the thorns of life
whatcha gonna do when your scratch becomes infected
hiding in the bushes of denial will get you hives
of the contradicting type, bucking like a bronco
amidst the flowery storm clouds of refusal
riding through wild fields of four leaf clovers
on unicorns wings of phantasmal puff'd perfectly pink skies
pseudo fairy tales conjured up in the mind
never to cross the median line of reality's mock deception
swallow the chimerical pill of inauthentic utopia
just be sure your mythical allegory never plays havoc
in your secret garden of rainbow streaming sublimity,
the fall is greater from the zenith of repudiation

Beginning of the end or the other way around
one moment melds into another impertinent
moon that's now a pasty light in your eyes
taking prisoners that died a thousand deaths
heart bleeds blackest crimson tears
evidence of trust's blind vision pierced
words of contentment now tarnished
with the soulless questions of guilt
fairy tales sink down the rabbit hole
forever after lasts but a moment in time