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 Sep 2016 Paul Butters
Laurent
Every feeling is a  complete existence in itself,
Endowed with an infinity of nuances,
In a fractal chaos of symbiosis,
More than a harmony,
A fusion of all,
In the same duration.
That intensity shared,
Inseparable in the uniqueness,
That ephemeral eternity,
Before forgetting itself.
You say it well in lyric time
your octaves fall to six.
The pleasant alternating rhyme:
keeps rhythm in the mix.

Your patience merits just rewards –
your port shall soon be passed.
while bureaucratic overlords
lend meaning to “less fast”.
 Sep 2016 Paul Butters
Jo
Lost
 Sep 2016 Paul Butters
Jo
I walk down the street and all I can see, are people taking pictures of what they're about to eat.  Did you even notice the girl sitting across from you?
     I sit in your room with nothing to do. A victim to the screen between me and you. I guess there's somebody else that you'd rather be talking to.
   Hold on, time out, help me.
   We go out to shows but why do we go, if we're only gonna see it through the screen on our phones?
    If we're all here together then why are we watching alone?
    The world's so much bigger than posing for pictures, if that's all that we need's at the tips of our fingers.
    How did this happen that we all fell so out of touch?
   Hold on, time out, help me.
     Tell me how it feels cause I know the hardest part, is when you're holding something real, you can see it in the dark. I'll tell you how it feels and here's the hardest part; If you wanna reach for something real, you gotta see it in the dark.
    I wanna get lost in this moment. I'm keeping both of my eyes open. I've got nothing to prove. So, let's keep this to ourselves.
    Yeah, this connection has caught my attention. I don't wanna share this with anybody else.

    I wanna get lost.
the distance
between obsession and obligation
can be amazingly
short
eight inbox emails were
received by me on Saturday
with a link direction
how to access a poet's http-bay

these sorts of messages
are very similar to spam
I can't remember asking
for this butting in ram  

as soon as I see the
red ink dot com address
that's my cue not to
peruse the sender's press
Life has beauty in her nooks
In woods that trill of feathered songs
Where fireflies dance at dusk  
And starlight blankets night till dawn
In the rhythm  of falling rain
And drops of dew that shine on leaves
On mountain tops that reach the sky
The mystic shades of coral reefs

And if you feel spirits sag
Heavy eyes with burdens stressed
Rest your eyes on hyacinths
And on the moon cradling a crest
Catch the starlight streaming down
See angels in clouds that pass
Lay your head on a flower bed
Run bare feet on the grass

Life has beauty in her arms
In kindness and the touch of  love
In promises of hope and strength
Like the warm sun from above
In bouquets of wishes of care
Hands that tuck a flower in
Near and dear those precious ones
That soothe and balm a broken skin

And if you feel spirits sag
Heavy eyes with burdens stressed
Rest your head on a shoulder kind
And His eyes that forever bless
Your own shoulder, a solace be
Hands clasp another tight
For other spirits sag too
Then-
Into the beauty of the night.
the
A
list
log
usually
features
the
A
list
mob
but
the
A
list
log
isn't featuring the mob as much
a few up
and comers
have taken the place
of
the
A
list
mob
the
A
list
log
was due
for a shake up
viewing familiar artists
day in day out
is akin to catching
the same kettle of trout
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