In the holy spot
with the sitting rock,
an oak. Out back
shagbark hickory
and maple.

Ants climb the rock.
August, birds
celebrate flowering
weeds, the seeds
of autumn to come.

I am here to name it
and know it and help it
to grow. These mountains
are my grave. A good grave
to go to.

The crows have been
in conference, again.
A jay, blue, pokes
a hole through reality.
I find sumacs fruiting

and the male *** organs
of the Queen Anne’s lace.
Juncos glean the lawn,
an occasional nuthatch
in the butternut.

I hear a pileated
woodpecker jackhammering
and my neighbor’s skill saw
chirring. Ants crawl
on connecting interlacing instructions.

The clouds take a little blue from the sky
beyond, how beautiful the weather makes life
seem. The sky is where the soul goes when
the mind runs out of destinations. We love
the mountains because that's where the earth
meets the sky. If you just watch the sky
an hour each day, lie back in the grass,
you'll never be ill. When it rains your face
becomes a holy bowl. Once I was a beggar, no
cares, by railroad tracks. They too disappeared
into the sky. A small town you could hold in your fist
on the prairie. A big city easy to hold in your mind
when you're in the sky. The clouds take a little blue
from the sky. The sky takes a little blue from your soul. . .

What if you're the addict that has accepted the first step a long time ago, while lines tallied up against years, and once familiar folk have given up hope long after patience; there's you first squatting in the corner of a house you barely know, with people you just met, and you shoot water in your veins, now on bent knees, praying this water is holy enough to ease the pain. The immaculate fix.

Arms outstretched, facing east and west, needles as big as nails delicately caressing the flesh and resting on sweaty palms, emaciating by way of lust and fear. No Will. No Power of Attorney. No Will Power.

They say Adam walked with Eve in the garden, and it was Eve that bit the apple. But you never hear the part about Adam killing Eve with silence. Adam was the snake. And of course above, and beyond, omnipotence comes with the added responsibility of design. "Would you consider yourself a Type A personality or a Type B personality?" The doctor asked.

One suicide and one admission to the psych ward should always be coincidental, but in case it's not and silence becomes deadly you must keep a straight face. Let the guilt mentally choke you, like a murderer choking the life from their victim. You look around the ward to find that there are no staircases. But empathy and keeping that straight face will lead to discharge, and programs, and twelve steps.
And you know when you get to that final step, it takes only one more
to push off and fall away.

there is a holy silence that binds
souls together

a silence that takes up room
a palpable presence

not like the empty silence that destroys
and splits people apart

a holy silence that warms hearts
and connects long lost lovers

silence of the *divine mystery

I went to my church
Well Youth group tonight
And we went to this Worship
We all sang the worship songs
and tried to feel the presence
You probably don't care
But this was big for me
I felt the holy spirit
And I am fully
In belief of God
Right now
I felt the Holy Spirit
And started crying
which is normal
for some people
to cry when they feel it
And yeah :)

raid drops
falling

the sky
roaring

Heaven
is crying

It's crying for the world
The world that has lost its way
humans that is bathed with sins

He is crying
tears that could wash away your sins
he is giving

Still people keep sinning
What's the point in saving
If in their evil,
there is no stopping

Still he keeps trying
He continues in crying

I pray he wont lose hope in humans
On us
until the day
he stops crying

and see Him

the Heaven.. Smiling

Circo nips on the go, the road
no mortgage or roof on the mobile home
Making music with the wind, her curls
I watch it --picture frame the moment with my hands on canvas memories and dreams are sandwiched no lettuce but the tank lets us cruise with these 6 figure fantasies worry free courtesy a day dream
Or déjà vu if I could choose, and I chose
We choose to break the rules so what's on ya mind? pulled into a rest stop indecent crimes with a box full of promises tucked in my pocket
Just know that it will surface but to you I'm not worth it
Just don't cosign the lies that they tell don't sign the doted line or give me that bill --it's all premature don't treat it all like a stillborn
Still on fact I see once every 6 months
I figured I was important figured that she could wait now contemplating extortion, how can ways of the selfish out weigh what's important
Cue curtains, hands off canvas

A silent mourn prior to another portrait, she spoke:
"take my body if the last supper"
Pardon myself from my favorite flavor no savoring the savior who can't even save herself or society.

The Laws of Physics say
That Everyone Dies
And is Gone:
Every blade of grass, insect, man and woman.
Every sentient being.
From Big Bang to Big Whatever.
They all Die.

Yet is there more than this?
Something of the spirit.
More than ghosts
And poltergeists.
An afterlife
In Heaven.
Another Realm.

Some say that when you die
You re-join The One Being,
Let’s call it “God”.

Your individuality may be gone,
But you become part of that Super-Consciousness,
The One,
And thus Remain.

The logic of this is frightening:
It means that I am part of God,
Just going through a phase
We call Life,
In readiness for
For Ever.

You too are part of God
And logic dictates
That I am my own Mum and Dad,
My sister, friends and everyone else:
Mother Theresa, ******, Shakespeare
And Eddie The Eagle.

I am a wasp, a lion, a dolphin, a tree
Maybe even a germ.
Another poet
Commenting on my poems.
I’m even You.

Better get on with it then.
I’ve got plenty to do!

Paul Butters

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=daOIhVvG_M8

Blackness, shadow of the world, eternal sonata sung by the demons of the cold suffering lost souls forever riding this nightmare.. Singularity of infinite sin, true black abyss, pulling down all angels from the heavens.. there is but a splinter of light left in this world..

And on this day he runs from the demons, on this day he runs to the light, a small hole in the black smoke filled sky.. There The day exist as a small beam of sunlight that shines on through this black breath of the grand demon sitting atop the mountain of sin, sitting atop a shrine created by sin.. he spews out his hate and black cloud breath creating the forever night..

the pillar of light shines down on this final day, he ran for it as fast as he could.. but he was weak, he was dying, he could not make it as he fell to his knees.. he crawled toward the light miles away, he begin to pray to the angels in the abyss, he begin to hope, he was now on his stomach scrapping across the land toward a fading light miles away..

the demons have caught his scent, the scent of the final man left on earth, this will be the final slaying of mankind, earth will become hell..

he remembers his daughters smile, he remembers his sons strength, he remembers his loves warmth, and he is now on his feet.. he grasp the bracelet his daughter gave him, he calls to his dead son for strength, he feels his wife's love warm him one last time.. the demons fall upon him!

his daughters bracelet lets forth a light that shuns the demons above the black smoke into the sun burning them to a heavenly oblivion! more and more demons give chase.. he cannot outrun them.. he then hears his sons voice shout forward! a white horse with blue flames gallops past the demons lifting the last man as they gallop faster than darkness leaving behind a blue fire that burns all chasing demons away.. at last the fading final day, the fading pillar of hope is reached!

The grand demon stands before them! The final man stands in the light, under the final day of mankind.. He feels the light hold him, he feels his wife's arms around him, he holds her for the last time.. The grand demon roars and begins toward the last man.. all prayers ever said, all the hope ever felt, shined within that light. the last man stands before the grand demon in the form of the HOLY DRAGON.

The HOLY DRAGON looks upon the darkness with his blue holy eyes.. The grand demon is in awe at what he is seeing.. The holy dragon takes flight above the black clouds.. With his thunderous wings he fans away the blackness letting the sun in once again.. The HOLY DRAGON then dives toward the grand demon spewing white fire of creation!! The demon tries and fights back only to be torn asunder by the HOLY DRAGONS silver teeth! Thus begins the age of the dragons once again