May the gods look back
On our rotted destroyed Earth
And see only harmony.

The sun burned to
Destroy darkness, the
Moon sought to swallow all light.
Yet they lived peacefully
In the same skies.

I am lost.
Why did we leave that time?
How your eyes
Flickered like fire and met mine.
A glorious passion
Fused in with the stars above us.

I am lost.
Our wishes manumitted.
How did we loose the freedom?
Our fears forgotten for the simple quest
Of being ourselves.
Separate,
As one.

When did we get to this point?
Where we traded our love
For the better half of perception.
We
Were wrong.
Naturally we fixed ourselves to the static views.

Yet I still remember,
How you took my hand.
You whispered that the
Gods won't mind.

Those days,
Those pictures I see
Flashing electric,
Plug the gears of reality and leave me
Frozen in want for the time
When I never knew you
And I never knew myself.

Just for tonight
We are human
Tomorrow wisdom will come
But for now
you can touch me - it's forgiven
Your tongue taste like sweet religion

Be careful
Lovers don't feel this innocent
This must bring hell to my doorstep
But your eyes hold thousands of constellation
Oh the devil knows how I adore the stars

My dearest mother would surely cry at this sight
But the way your finger tips graze my neck
I wouldn't have a second thought

You're killing me slowly with your touch
Your shaking breathes place me between hell's flames and heaven's gates
Your legs trembles from the way my lips feel against your skin
I'm sorry,
I made you weak
I thought you were of the mighty gods
But in between the sheets
You're made of blood just like me

Tonight, We're human

Monsters dream
that unicorns get together with vampires,
while they dance and drink
under the moonlight.
.
The Gods see them and envy them
The Undergods see them and they laugh.
.
While they dance and drink
they die
under the moonlight, during the night,
they have fun at the speed of light.
.
Once they start
they don't stop.
Once they get tired
they drink blood.
.
Angels dream
that Heaven and Earth are one,
united under one flag.
They dream dreams,
they dream peace.
.
God hears them and hopes
The Devil hears them and he laughs
his *** off.
.
A father dreams as he works,
he dreams of better days.
.
A mother dreams as she cooks,
she dreams of silent nights.
.
A grandfather dreams as he smokes,
he dreams of a peaceful life.
.
A child dreams as he sleeps,
he's filled with hope as he plays.
.
A child's laughter is a dream,
a child sleeping is like peace.
.
A child's kiss is all that we need
to believe that those monsters
that dream of unicorns and vampires
are real.

Are they right?
Is our “Universe”
The Be All and End All?
Is it even the Only One?

Or is our universe one plume
In an infinite cloud of plumes?
One rocket in a great celestial
Fireworks display?

We may well ask.
And ponder on the notion this plume cloud
May be replicated
Countless times
In parallel dimensions:
A multiverse
Beyond our wildest dreams.

And God may be
A God
Amongst a Race of Gods:
The Greeks and Romans right,
After all.

Yet what matters most to us
When all is said and done,
I have to say,
Is none of that
But simply
Whatever happens here
On this little blue world
In this corner of
The Milky Way.

Paul Butters

where do you go when you lay your head to rest;
upon the laurels in the canopy of breath,
or to wildwood thickets and entangled pure excrement of excite;
your supine tenderness blurs the lines of tremendousness
into the minds' concupiscent forlorn worlds,
Worlds for new Words, and tinders beautiful blues while
the light's hum their tremulous cries, and the majesty of woman
reigns hero and heroine, mused and amused, in the qu'ues of real crimes

what all makes us feel so alive

Make-believe multiverses written in the
Rain
Petrichor
       Ichor
       Blood of (my) gods
Congeal. Thick. Rich, putrid poultry pan
                                                             ­           opticon
                                                                ­        theon
The bigger I am the smaller I am,
King of nutshells,
In ambition I beg--beggar butcher
Kingly kind **** beggar--look
In, give in, cave out implosion (my)  
God demands sacrifice; copper
liquid spills, fresh,
                                 Replace
                                               old blood
                                                                ­Regicide,
                                                     Warm
                                       running
                                 red
                         over
                Mars,
Vallies of dead bones they
Make a noise (crunch) like
Nutshells
Eggshells
                 White emaciated pale weathered withered
                 wothered wondered want I want I wont ...    

A  L I L Y  S T A N D S
In  v a n i t y  v a l l e y
G r e e n blue v i o l e t
T r e m b l i n g I--I am
Cold
       I can't feel my hands.
I rush rash rip stem
And all
Timeless life
                     Look how it not dies in my hands.
                       Look
                               I can't see
Unstuck by time trapped
In this eternity, make-believe,
Flower fickle, it is
A sentinel robbed of its post,
Eons past will pass before decay,
L I L Y ' S  F A I T H --Can't
Let go of this moment, just
Let it die in peace,
In v a n i t y  v a l l e y
Of bones dry dying...

When I wake up I see a man
Whose hands are open and eyes
Are free to wander.
He is royalty--a royal beggar,
A dry flower pierces
His heart--it rains
                               River
                                         run red
                                                      with
                                                              or­ange juice sun
Squeeze.
His hands on his sides.
On sand and seashells.
Open valley, horrible horizon.
Celestial cosmos ocean sky is
That it? Is that me?
Do I raise my hands or f
                                          a
                   ­                         l
                                      ­       l
                                              To the ground. Beg.
Where are my gods? This
Sun is too bright, I can't see.
The cold. I blow breaths of smoke.
Vapour vanish too
Cold. I can't feel my hands. Go
Back
Inside.

The nature of nature she is; very silent.
Not heard and can't be spoken about.
Silence, a poet's way to bring out words:
Break her and I see myself left with Songs.

The mother of words she is; very thoughtful.
Nourishes them and they forget her throughout.
Silence, a seeker's way to see the divine:
Break her and I see myself left with Gods.

Omnipresent she is; very generous.
Disguises herself as sound, music or words.
Silence, that music which stands alone:
Break her and I see myself left with tunes.

-The Silent Poet