I want back what I have lost.
To be whole once more,
To find the piece that fits.
I can't feel much;
But what I can,
Is just enough
To get up again.
The hope that tomorrow,
I'll find someone new,
To help me place the pieces;
To show me love again

I'm a compulsive liar
It's the truth
I use it to mask my anxiety
You say one thing,
I say another
We're the same, you and me
Hello lie, goodbye anxiety
Now I'm better than you,
Until you catch me.
and then it's hello anxiety
and goodbye life.

Do you honestly care
Or are you just using me for your games?
Your lies left my emotions bare
and I'm constantly put to shame
The sadness lies in me
The hatred lies in you
When will you see
The blood in dangerous hues.

Over the hills
And through the land
A fair maiden lived to serve
A wretched deal
On a doubtful day
Left her mind confused.
So over the hills
And under the law
A fair maiden lived to run
Speeding away from a stupid man
On a miserable day.
So over the hills
And through a cemetery
A fair maiden lived to haunt
Haunting the one thing that caused her demise
On one spiteful day.

The greatness of Nature cannot be denied.
Her grandeur is plain for all to see.
Such sheer determination can only be admired.
See that tiny ***** on yonder rock face:
Some miniature plant has taken hold
Where nothing else could live.

We know that Mother Nature rules the Earth.
But what about the stars?
Billions of exoplanets wave at me
In my mind’s eye.
For life right here can thrive in boiling acid
And solid sheets of ice.

What scope for life is there out there,
Amongst the swirling galaxies
And gassy nebulae?
I tell you now:
There’s almost ENDLESS Opportunity
For life to evolve
Around this Universe
Alone.

Yes, she’s much, much more than “Mother Earth”:
More “Mother Multiverse”.
Mother Nature multiplied a million, million times.
Imagine That.

Paul Butters

My Muse takes me to peaceful cool pools,
Under suns and moons.
Exuding stillness through picture-view tunes,
Beneath the sky’s fine glittering crown jewels.

A poem is a statement, a speech or a song,
From twittering birds to the crash of a gong.
Some are short and some are long,
They sound like The Beatles and Louis Armstrong.

A song, a song, we can’t go wrong.
Let it play amongst the throng.
A hit that goes to number one,
To serenade the fit and young.

Those harmonies are with me now.
All I can say is Wow, Wow, Wow.
Songs of Love and chants of Hate,
Words of Hope and tunes of Fate.

Come on you’ve pulled, let’s have a date.
Time for dancing, I just can’t wait.

Paul Butters