two butterflies flit,
on a vast green lawn searching-
no flower at sight.

how do you do that-
catch my breath,
stuff it in some glass jar-
as a pet;
watch it grow from a pupa
to a butterfly,
then let it go
just like that?

that's the best i can do for a friend who had suffered from unrequited...love
Benji James May 20

Brick by brick
I'm building a new foundation
In weakness and strength
I hide in fear of some of God's creation
but there are just somethings
That need to be admired
The tree's, The rivers and open oceans
The mountains that stand tall over us
But most of all I admire you

I'm hanging on every word you say
(ooh) Speechless
Hopelessly lost within your words
(So) breathless
I can't even say a word
She's everything a man dreams of
Her voice is sweet, honest and true
Oh, girl, I'm amazed by you

Struck with a new sensation
Brick by brick
I'm completing a new foundation
I'm starting to learn
She can be my medication
She makes everything better
With her dedication
Her kiss, Kiss
Has got me (Blushing)
It starts my blood (rushing)
Her sweet, Sweet taste
Has created a new flavour
She's making me feel
A little bit braver
I can try, But I know I can't win
She already has my heart
Caught in a string

I'm hanging on every word you say
(ooh) Speechless
Hopelessly lost within your words
(So) breathless
I can't even say a word
She's everything a man dreams of
Her voice is sweet, honest and true
Oh, girl, I'm amazed by you

If I could give you the stars (I would)
It's heaven on earth
When I'm with you
I feel there's nothing that I can not do.
You're so amazing, girl.
I can feel my heart racing,
the fires of love are blazing
She's a princess
that leaves me speechless
Caught up
And hung up on you
I'm trapped, in a web,
I can't break loose

I'm hanging on every word you say
(ooh) Speechless
Hopelessly lost within your words
(So) breathless
I can't even say a word
She's everything a man dreams of
Her voice is sweet, honest and true
Oh, girl, I'm amazed by you

©2017 Written By Benji James

Yusof Asnan May 18

I will kill the spiders,
And if you fear butterflies;
I will kill them too.
I won't kill humans,
But I will stop them from hurting you,
Same as I would patch your wounds;
Every single time.

-HIY

Benji James May 18

She loves like she hasn't loved before
And it leaves you hanging wanting more
The serenity is intensely seen, in your eyes
As the moon revolves around the world
At the speed of light, while we take a
Trip through the starry skies
And our seas of love will rise
While something in our stomach ignites
A fire burning so bright so bright
You can feel it in the air,
Something that was never there
It's tumbling, crumbling away
The walls that you built to stay
Just fell now you float away

So take my hand (You can trust me)
So take my hand (You gotta believe in me)
Babe, you gotta know I would never hurt you
(I'll be there to catch you when you fall)
And you've never felt like this before
So take my hand (You can trust me)
So take my hand (You gotta believe in me)
You've made me a better man
So come on, And be my girlfriend
Baby just take me by the hand

You're the brightest of all the colours
The chemistry we are sending one another
Oh, baby, I'll be your shelter and protection
The hard times are gone, I'll wipe away those tears
You are cute as can be
And you've never taken the time to see
What is inside of you and me
Thousands of fireflies will light our skies
While I hold you in my warm embrace
And the butterflies will never cease to fade
Oh baby take a little time, We can make this right
Whatever it takes
Babe, tell me if you need a little space
Because there's no room for mistakes
When your so perfect, And that's not a hint
I just want life to be bliss
Together forever, Life won't be better
Without you, Without you

So take my hand (You can trust me)
So take my hand (You gotta believe in me)
Babe, you gotta know I would never hurt you
(I'll be there to catch you when you fall)
And you've never felt like this before
So take my hand (You can trust me)
So take my hand (You gotta believe in me)
You've made me a better man
So come on, And be my girlfriend
Baby just take me by the hand

And I say that you're amazing
In how you've created a sea of love
In which we can drown
Oh tell me where does the part end
and how, we're getting deeper than
I've ever been, and I think that you're showing
Me places I've never seen
And it's crazy, How much I couldn't see
That you were in love with me
Where, When did I go blind
I threw my heart out on the line for all this time
You were there, and I just didn't understand
How you pictured me as your boyfriend.
So let the sunshine through
It will guide me back to you
Every single time your my raise of light
So let the sunshine
With my rainbow in the sky
You're my rainbow in the sky

So take my hand (You can trust me)
So take my hand (You gotta believe in me)
Babe you gotta know I would never hurt you
(I'll be there to catch you when you fall)
And you've never felt like this before
So take my hand (You can trust me)
So take my hand (You gotta believe in me)
You've made me a better man
So come on, And be my princess
Baby just take me by the hand
You can trust in me.
So so take my hand
You gotta believe in me
Believe in me.

©2017 Written By Benji James

Ginny Webb May 15

And when the butterflies returned, they fluttered down from
Hidden caverns draped in verdant moss.
Trailing dark tendrils of apocalyptic dusk
They settled on the fragrant grass,
And like recessed memories,

Forgot.

And when the butterflies returned, they flapped their harlequin
Wings like Ashanti dancers in the wind
Clothed in Kente cloth,
Alighting on graveyard moss,
And like the faded wording on a wooden cross,

Forgot.

And when the butterflies returned, they skimmed like vibrant gems
Across the sea, and gathered like scattered drops of multicolored rain  
Across the fallowed fields,
And rivers that had healed,
And where man’s touch had once disfigured,

Now all forgot.

I was watching the butterflies return to our farm, after a long, cold winter,  began thinking about the ways in which nature always reclaims her space. Nature reclaims her space after a long winter, a death, or the death of a civilization. When humanity's time is over, nature will reclaim all of our spaces, yet we will be forgotten. Such uncomfortable thoughts while watching butterflies haha

Butterflies dancing
On the winds of desire, in
Sunlight romancing

Ever notice while sitting inside a car with no music and shut windows: How it's so tranquilly quite?
Then as soon as you crack open the car’s door, the sounds of life flood your senses?

Sounds for example the monotone buzz of the busy city’s lights, the dull hum of car engines
and how the other cars' wheels sound on the street grounds as they swoosh past you, stealing your oxygen and replacing it with pollution?
To me it sounds as though the ground is sticky from the sweat and tears people dripped in a life time coating over ancient sweat and tears generations before us dripped in each year of their individual existence.
Can you listen to the wheels with a soul worthy of its senses?

The sound of chatter too...
It sounds so normal but leaves me wondering why is love that important in everyone's life?
And how would it feel to be a sociopath or a psychopath?
If they actually felt anything at all...
But why would they want to succeed if they won't experience feelings of success?
It doesn't really make any sense.
I’d love to know why would a sociopath or a psychopath want success so feel free to enlighten me anytime because knowledge to me, is how I infuse my lifeless soul with a little more life.
I really hope I’m making some sense in this senseless world…

But I’ve noticed that I rarely ever make any sense while trying to explain how I perceive life.
Kind of why people get shocked when they realize that I actually want to die
and that it's not just a type of teenage angst poetry.
I wish I could explain but who am I kidding?
My thoughts are running down every pipe maze, flushed away with whatever speck of hope I had regained the week before.

Oh! And can you hear the exhale of grey smoke shakily escaping a smoker's lips?
Their lungs are withering like wilting flowers... 
Isn't that so wistfully aesthetic?
I mean I now understand that if they didn't start smoking because they wanted to give it a try, the encouraging ads on television, influenced by parents, to play with their senses or because of peer pressure then it must've been that they wanted to hurt themselves?
I don't know any other reasons than these...
Tell me if you know of more reasons but I know how
decreasing their life span and punishing themselves is a satisfying feeling and a reason enough for them to start whatever drug or self-harm method they want.
Shocking how I realized this so late, right?

But hey, life is full of mysteries that I don't really care about anymore.
I'm curious but right now all I see are melting butterflies standing on windows and shelves waiting to be slapped out of their own dolorous existence.

I don't even know why everyone and everything is so melancholic and meaningless all the time.
Or maybe it's just me...
Who watches the world and its inhabitants melting down, overlapping and mixing with each other like the spilt paint cans of pain.
Every single creature and object is falling apart and their pieces are drowned in the oceans like the ice glaciers that melt beneath the sun's sizzling sarcasm.
Their shredded, lost shards fall away into fathomless depths that are almost impossible to reach and may never be retained.
You read that right? "Almost impossible" - two words that define the meaning of hope
in every soul willing to continue living through life's petrifying epiphanies and die in a way that is not suicide.
Maybe naturally, by sickness or an accident…

Well farewell fellow humans and remember to hold hope close to you on dangerous days
when your mind wonders about life, death and the reasons of why these elements
are the key to a world erupting with chaotic confusion like volcanoes that will forever be active to plague our survival.

louis gander Apr 29

The morning dew settles
like tears on rose petals.
They cry out for time to return -
and beckon lost seasons
of God-given reasons
as sad notes on my guitar yearn.

You're queen of the givers.
It brings to me shivers
that I was so selfishly made.
Your name defines 'humble'
as my words now crumble
on flowers that I now invade.

Your hands were like Heaven,
unselfishly given,
beyond just the people you knew -
from city to country,
from wealthy to hungry -
and all of the rest of us too.

As butterflies flutter,
I still try to utter
some truth of your beautiful love.
But now, it is just us -
and words don't bring justice
as sunlight spills down from above.

Those simple deflections
of sunlight's reflections
now glimmer like diamonds at play -
in memories briefly
that I see routinely
as if they were just yesterday.

I am not deserving
of all I'm observing
in memories coming to mind -
surrounded by perfume
with roses in full bloom
recalling that you were most kind.

I'll always remember
that freezing December
when I erred and brought you to tears.
When you found me straying,
for me, you were praying -
and over the many long years.

Some mothers are brand new,
but none can compare to
my rose-petal mother, that's true.
While laughter was looming,
our smiles were blooming.
There's none other better than you.

I do so adore you -
shall always continue.
I'd never trade you for another.
Up deep from the earth-plow,
what words can I sing now?
I love you, my rose-petal mother.

Alive still, your caring,
through rose petal sharing.
So many, I can't see them all.
Afloat on the breezes,
each rose petal eases
the pain of the weak as they fall.

Your petals continue
to live on without you.
They float around ever so free.
Like soft downy feather,
I don't wonder whether
some petals will fall upon me.

It's not at all easy
to sing thoughts so deeply
when sung with my dusty guitar.
I find I've distorted
all good you're recorded.
My rose-petal mother, you are.

And it's not by my choice
I miss hearing your voice,
so moistness now covers my eyes.
With fingers still strumming
I hear myself humming
while words get choked up in my cries.

With eyes very blurry
I'm now in no hurry
to vacate this most sacred place.
I can't be more lonely.
I wish I could only
receive one more loving embrace.

I love you so deeply
that when I am sleepy
see rose petals filling the sky.
My rose-petal mother,
my rose-petal mother,
I'll see you in Heaven...  Bye bye.

©2017 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/

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And your smile
Oh, that smile
Radiant and illuminating
But I will never speak
Not a single word
Of the butterflies
And if I could -
Oh, the poetry
That would follow!
The endless words
Describing your utter perfection
In attempt to grasp
All of your wonder
And oh, how you smile
How I love when you smile

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