Do you still hear my echo at night
The beating of my heart

Do you still feel me in bed
When I haven't been there

Do you feel my shadow lurking
Watching you heave your emptiness

Do you feel it
Placing a hand on your shoulder

Hoping one day you'll come to your senses

Can you feel me all around you
Swallowing me in the air you breathe.

when did we become yesterday's people
stuck in the moment of living the past
not learning from mistakes once made
with results being the same as the same ones they had

bring up the past being yesterday's people
quick to forget the cards that are dealt
all we can see is through knotted peep holes
which takes us too long to figure it out

the future resides with yesterday's people
with a monkey see monkey do attitude
coming out in the wash what was poured from the detail
yesterday's people it's all we know how to do

my statistical anomaly of a woman
dynamic and distinguishable
from the previous prospects that ever swarmed
and finessed their presence into mine
give me the gift of comfort and ease
so that I can finally trust again
the warmth, the fulfilling anxiety
that you're probably awake and consumed by the thought of me
invaluable I am,
except for when you pinch my cheeks and lecture me on how I need to work on loving myself
as much as you love me
as much as the wind loves the leaves
I'm so naturally drawn
to a woman so naturally defined
I fawn
from dusk til dawn
craving such organic eloquence,
in she who can give off certain grace and elegance
I seek it in her
who deflects the misogyny of a self proclaimed player
she who resonates soft moans and whispers cause when time doesn't exist, I'll still
kiss her

I said something profound the other day,
So someone asked me, “Are you God?”
Well, strange as it may seem, I might be!

It’s possible, if unlikely, that I’m the Only One;
A Matrix Hero if you like,
That Everything Else is but a figment from my Super Id:
Perish the thought.

Yet I’ve precious little power
In this world around me now.
I’m just as helpless
As in my dreams.

I’m Not the God Religious folk talk of:
Omnipotence does not spring here.
Dare I suggest, though,
That God isn’t all He’s cracked up to be?

I’ve said before, maybe we All are part of God:
His eyes, ears and touch.

But what IS God?
I have to ask.
We each define Him (or Her, or It)
In our own way.

There must be higher powers
Of some sort
And Star Wars has its “Force”.

All things are Relative
And without end
So find your “God”
And make your choice.

Define your God
In any way you can.
But remember
It’s not your belief in God that counts,
It’s your belief in GOOD.

Paul Butters

I've tried,
But there are just no words to scrape up.
Taken in past form,
For future reference.
Laid down for someone else,
Somewhere else.
What to make of things that don't always come?
To bear the burden of the words,
Said or not.
As the world in my head,
Isn't big enough for the world outside.
Alone instead,
Whether chosen or not.

what, your daddy was a drunk
you’re trying to take it out on me,
in order to keep me as filth and he as pristine?
oi freud! freud! get in here and sort this out,
i'm not minted enough for a recliner-couch,
i can stand in a queue for vine tomatoes
but i can't do it for a soul i'll be paid for
to analyse: just let me eat the **** tomatoes;
i too wished i missed the v.i.p. pass into the 27 club
though, with hendrix licking for slit tongues on
guitar strings, to no door, to no nirvana, only
applauded by charlie chaplin for the effort.
go on... play along with pippi langstrumpf
while i talk to your dear daddy about pigtail ******
and your crass concern for horrid images
but frail words needing censorship, ms. 'adism.