Here shines the loyal light,
Reminding us of Boxer Manson.
Still standing guard o’er us in Doggy Heaven,
Keeping his family safe throughout the night.

Paul Butters

The line between opponents.
Drawn in blood.
Stale.
From centuries of spilled tension.
Its a tug of war.
With no spoils.
There is no obvious winner.
Just statistics of lost resources.
From the moment a baby leaves the womb.
Is there just another tally.
A collection of numbers that hold 'value'.
then somewhere along the way this becomes more of an aproximation.
Regardless of who is scoring.
Each red slash mitigates emotion and truth.
And the blurry line gets forgotten all together.
Given time and an abundance of falacies can one begin to entertain any thought.
And once logic gives way to the beast created.
Will any action become malicious in nature.
Regardless of whom the teeth doth shred.

Why shatter the window when my door is wide open?
Why shout with frustration when I'm standing right here?
Why plead so loudly when you have my attention?
Why slap me so hard when I'm wiping your tears?

I see you're so lost, I see you're so lonely
I feel your hot anger, I feel your deep fears
Whatever you do, even when you disown me
I'll sit here beside you, until the fog clears

When all it took
For me to erupt in flames
was just a tap of sound
escaping his lips

It took the whole world
to keep this heart from stripping
down in all it's glory
and swallow him with bare temptations
to make him mine

And mine alone.

When they ask I’ll say
I didn’t go anywhere
Because I didn’t believe I could

I’ll tell them that my hollow promises
Although, tethered to good intentions
Were only a chasm of misdirection

I will speak on how our appetite
Wasn’t an insatiable craving
Rather an agent of dodging our realities

That the bounty of gifts and
Assuredness of future company
Cannot abate the 13 hundred miles

When they ask I’ll say
That the madness of two
Wasn’t sacred or shared

I’ll clue them in on how
Connections are opaque
And being ironically self-destructive isn’t fun anymore

I might say that I knew you
But you forgot me
Because there’s well-dressed guys in every college town.

A queen was new
where she's vividly in blue
only hands read nine then
these real story escapades must always begin
their allure and beauty with skin
and the final stroke aft-midnight again
whether she was hedge hunting indeed
semantically dialed her phone there in need
and endowed her own again tonight.