Spider goes on line,
   fly@centre.web.

It’s official, the votes are in,
      not one spoilt either and the
       turnout was the biggest in
      Lacoste history, 99% and if
        one considers, that by a
       strange coincidence, only
        100 people reside here,
        that is a mathematical
                 serendipity.


     So, who is this 1% person
   that has not made their mind
  up about me and gone against
   the overwhelming consensus
    that 'everyone in the village
      hates me', thus ruining my
  chances of being recognised
       as a contentious writer?



                                 Ryan for Aristide.

               (ps play video to see the 1% Person).

                   Also, the 1% Person is living in a
                   cave, in Socialist France, despite        
                   12 new council flats constructed
                       in this Xenophobic Den of
                           “ Le Droit D’homme "

https://vimeo.com/101027027

password is aris13

Bumble bees
Boeing Buzz
Aeroflot and
Qantas does.
But there is 1
that all the
other licks -
Cunni-Lingus
Run by ******.

I say again –
Fear has a vital function.
Without it our ancestors would have been eaten
By lions or sabre-toothed tigers.
We need it so survive
A terror attack
Or any physical threat.

Yet in modern days even mild anxiety
Has little use:
Filling us with Cortisol and Stress.
We are like rabbits in headlights,
Paralysed with worry
Over those exams and other tasks.

We must not Fear or fret.
As Frank Herbert said in “Dune”
We have to face our fears
And let them pass over and through.
For only we will remain.
We must stay Mindful
Of the here and now
And let the future take care of itself.

So I will not do Fear
Of any kind
Unless that **** or terrorist appears
And even then
I will try my best
To keep my cool.

Be clinical
Rather than angry
For Anger is the cousin of Fear
And only any use
When you rationally decide
To attack.

In short
Do not Do Fear
Or Anger
Unless you really have to.

Paul Butters

© PB 18\6\2018.

When a rose bud is born... It slowly raises it's head...
Like wise was my tiny baby s sleeping closed eyes.. deep in sleep..

The stark deep red rose bud comes out of the green...
The same was the brightness of my son... Spotless, shining, serene..

The bud blooms,
That bright, glowing, strong petals
Likewise was the skin of my son... Like a shining sun..

But alas we love the young buds a far too much
We cut it and put in in vase
I am here staring at a bud like that in a hospital,
From behind the glass wall I am staring both.... I am reading innocence of both...

In NICU, my son is sleeping, lost in between the pipes which is giving him life,
The bud too in the vase thinking of it's mother...yearning to be in arms of it's mother..
The *** that holds it's mother out side.. Is also waiting for it to return...maybe!!
May be scared to bloom another bud....
The pain of losing is thr for both of us...
To loose is easy
To live in uncertainty is not...

How does a new born baby feel...I  know not...
How to satisfy day old baby s hunger ....I know not..
How is a 6th day* celebration done I know not...
How does it feel to bathe a new born...I know not...

What I know though
Is that my new born is sleeping in NICU
I have been staring him from glass for past one month
I will wear clean, sterilized clothes am ushered to be near him..
For few seconds... Once in 24 hrs... My maternal love becomes alive...
Though I go near him, cameras are thr, I cannot touch him, I can feel his breathing..I can see him sleeping...
My hands behind..
Face covered with mask..
I gaze at him with blurred eyes,
I give him love of both his dad* and myself...

Just for that moment...
Both of us again stand behind that glass wall
We show our son to all those who pass by
We hide our tears behind our smiles..
We stand again in wait thr...

When I took my month old baby in my arms for first time....
He is still the same, he looks still the same...
How are these wonders of universe, the creators..
How can a colorful life become color-less..
Each day, each moment some where a new bud is born..
A new creation everyday...

Sparkle in Wisdom

For you are a being whose radiance combats my dark aura.
For you listen to my ramblings not out of pity but out of sincere genuine affection
It seems you understand not the amount of joy you have brought to this soul
One who had no recognition of the sensation of such for we were separated for eons when I was lost in the void
For I take upon the mantle of your Nocturnal Knight while Milady embodies the celestial being he shall serve
A purpose found in making her smile and preventing anything that evokes her tears unless they be ones of joy