On the way
     I met her
On the way
     She called
My name
     Softly

On the way
     She told me
Not to worry

On the way
     She carried
Me down

Everyone writes about what they believe in
Praising the greatest parts of life
or confessing their sin
I find no interest in common literature

When people speak it's about their life
New found accomplishments
and never ending strife
I cannot converse over common matter

Humans make decisions based on a certain topic
Their bountiful wealth
or emptiness of their pocket
I have never related to common economics

Celebration is a wicked, twisted event
Rejoicing over heroes and heroics
and shielding each other from evil stars like a tent
I do not cheer for common excitement

TO
open heart.
move in dance.
be grateful.
smile, and
Embrace love.

TO
take breath,
drift in light.
celebrate self,
and others
smell a rose.

TO
connect to source.
sing a song.
link with nature.
align with self,
and to be love.

Smooth pools lull me to slumber.
Tinkling streams play musical tunes
Under sun or moon.
Red sunsets and dawns warm my soul
As birdsong accompanies that sweet
Smell of mowed-lawn grass.

No better time to Celebrate
The Joys of Life.
Let’s celebrate celestial sentience,
Whatever that might be.
Let’s party, laugh and smile.

Paul Butters

In a garden of an airstream of breath, I rise.
Celebrating the moment that echoes with light.
Celebrating the birds who whisper daintily,
and the dogs that romp with voice.

In a garden of an airstream of natures breeze, I rise
Dancing in knowing I am divine.
Dancing with puffy graceful clouds
and flowery smells that open heart.

In a garden of an airstream present, I am free.
Free to drift in dreams.
Free to remember all my gifts,
and all my precious dreams.

Dreams that take root in the garden of an airstream breath.
StarBG © 2017

Scads that stalk and made summer
with righteous clamor
their soul searching voice now taciturn for prose
when a nightshade glisten best
in a round table of choice they frocked noble propose
if a dirk and cloak were there
while choir was equivocal rejoice
with nonchalance wound smatter his chest
whom did say he was right?

Hello MasterMoon.
I shall dance in heart to the rhythms of your light.
Whispering with wind, sending you kiss upon angel wings.

Hello Mr. Moon.
I shall see the mirror of face in mine and smile.
Dancing to celebrate, bowing to know we are yes one.

Hello MasterMoon.
I shall rondevu with you to sing with crickets.
Making shadows with hand, looking at starry wall to smile.

Hello Mr. Moon,
I shall sleep with you now grateful as you hang high.
Letting go to drift, feeling your great aura hugging light.

Goodnight Master Moon,
Nighty Night I shall sleep tight,
cause I feel right, with you at night.

once in a while go hither,
where man hasn't choked earth to tar

once in a while go thither,
where flowers sway golden, buds ajar

once in a while ponder,
trees helicoptering a stray, twirling shape

once in a while dash out,
away from gloomy computer haze,

once in a while stroll aimless,
down a narrow, dark mysterious lane

once in a while gauging,
the  kite's whirling escapades

once in a while go hither,
where Frost chose a less traveled path

once in a while go thither,
where you desire but hesitate in act

once in a while on a calm night,
when you go cascading on a dream

once in a while when years,  
have withered you to skeletal bane

all your once-in a-whiles shall  
gather, beehive heavy and clean  

once again you shall step out,  
awash in roaring wondrous sheen...