Make your poems Memorable,
That’s what I say.
No need to be incredible,
Just let them play.

Read them with your inner voice,
Write them that way too.
Hear the music in those words,
This I’m telling You.

In ancient times these poems were songs,
Remembered off by heart.
At least you’d call them statements,
Knowledge to impart.

Iambic metre’s very common yes,
And so of course is rhyme:
To make these verses remembered
Through the course of time.

Yet verse is best as poetry,
Lyrical if you will.
We have to write with feeling,
And give the reader a thrill.

Paul Butters

Relieve the pain.
Scribble words.
An act mundane,
to his universe.

He'd had enough,
and so he said –
                 ~
      Oh my love!
         I have paid.  
     All my love,
        down to the pave.
     For you bore not,
        the love I gave.
    Untie my knot,
        undone this slave.
                 ~
"Set me free!"
   His heart exclaims. . .

"I loved not thee."
   She proclaims.

Then cometh to his wits,
   it was he who enslaved,
himself to pain down the pits;
   when for love he had laid,
His Soul. His Truth. His Bliss.

Then so he wrote one final creed,
the last of his odes; his parting plead.
                      
                                                           Drag­ me deep down!
                                                           To the depths of fiery Tartarus!
                                                            for love is an act so murderous,
                                                            that everyday it smites mine heart.

                         I've given up this life I own,
                        sold to ink for one purpose.
                        Write poems, songs, odes; all in chorus.
                        Cram all ardor into immortal art.

 That if one day I be finally known,
 for the fool I was; in love I lose.
 May my path not be used,
 that time I know I've done my part.
                      
"To play the act of the  b r o k e n   f o o l."

Music
When you're feeling blue
Music
When you need something new
Music
When inspiration strikes you
Music
When time sticks like glue
Music
When you're not amused
Music
What would i do without you

I am crippled
I cannot not walk
I need some aid
But not from these folk
I crawl to a wheelchair
and try to sit down
but to my surprise
the wheels turn the chair around

My eyes meet the Sun everytime I drift asleep
Ironic because what happens usually is
When you fall asleep all you see is a darkness
Everytime my mind is supposed to take a break from life instead
Im able to see things more clearly with a new light
whenever my mind is not directly focused on something
I am able to realize more about everything

I like being alone
I hate being lonely

I like being quiet
I hate to not be heard

I like being a wallflower
I hate not being seen

I like being alive
But god, oh god
I hate this life