Happy National Month of Poetry
As tradition, I join this thingy
It's something called 30/30
For the whole month, one poem daily
I invite everyone to join with me
Challenge your creativity
Push your boundaries
And explore your vocabulary

Mornings are wet

sun peaks behind dark clouds

harsh winds blow

tree leaves sing

bees pollinates nature

flowers blossom free

frozen petals question Spring

why Winter refuses to leave

It holds the seasons hostage

with warm days and cold nights

and the earth caught in between

~Butterfly εїз 2014©

I read a poem so passionately
good this morning

It made my heart skip 10 times

This writers message of love
it spoke into me

I had to stop

compose myself

inhale a few breaths

take a minute to breathe

Then I found myself going
back several times to reread

This writers expression of love

It spoke to the love inside of me

Most know me for my words of inspiration

There are a few who knows
my soul spouts love in sonnets

Through the eyes of this writer
I was fed an abundance

~Butterfly εїз 2014©

The Love of God
Is not average love
Definitely not the love of today
Is this why people look in such a way
Which keeps them guessing
Wondering why you’re not stressin’
Over hurts of the past nor yesterday  
See, I have experienced His Agape

I’ve learned, every hurt is not a deal breaker
Every wrong deed does not warrant a person being deserted
When was the last time you hurt a friend
Not for the first time, but… again
Sometimes forgiveness and restoration is for the best
Not all hurts should be overly stressed
Have you participated in your fair share of mess…?
I guess, yes

Practice restoration and forgiveness
Because…
Every hurt is not a deal breaker
Every wrong deed does not warrant a person being deserted
Walk in His Agape love
Simply His Love “Unconditional”

~Butterfly εїз  2014©

Remembering...
The way we were
A group of beautiful minds

~Butterfly εїз ©

How can you see something beautiful
and not acknowledge it's beauty

How could you stand in silence
when you have a voice

How could you be invisible
when you have a choice

How could you stand on the sidelines
with prying eyes

This is the act of the weak, not the wise

This is no beauty of person
This is beauty of a movement
This is not the beauty of one
This is the movement of many

Yet you want no parts in it

It makes me question you... How

How could you be so selfish
How could you be so lost
How could you be so wrong

How can you not acknowledge
something so beautiful is going on

~Butterfly εїз 2014©

I am a writer
I am a poet
I am a creative mind
I am timeless
I am fearless
I am a movement
I am a revolution
I am conflict
I am resolution
I am truth
I am love
I am powerful
I am thoughts formed
I am pen and paper
I am a keyboard
I am your fingers
I am your left and right hands
I am the first stroke of your wrists

You give me life
I am your voice
I can't be silenced
I am your future
I am your history
I am the best stories ever told
I am inspiration written in words

My hands are powerful
I am a writer
I am a poet
I am a creative mind

~Butterfly εїз 2014©

Inspirational
words expressed
is the pivot
of who I am.*

~Butterfly εїз ©