VIBRATIONS AND TIME

Passing something on is how we are often lead to believe or that is the way it is

Unfancy answers from many with questions of their own, seeking the same as they have grown

Toil or trouble constantly ticking ,progressing building momentum simply sending us farther into some scale

Earths rotations keep it in scale she guides her servants on the trail,the parts we miss will they ever be known

Fidgety ,floundering restless in our own space,why?,we were not in a race,endless quest to not go off the rail

STOP, what happened ? did we miss it ,oops again a  test failed,mind restoration in another twilight zone

Taking in  rhythms, testing that edge,interior pleas wanting to be free,passing through another cycle hoping to not fail

Vibrations of my body feeds from the pulse of the earth,daily we await which direction our fate will be blown

Our fears often too complicated ,forgetting it is only ruled in spinning cycles being played out everyday

Accepting myself as I am ,creating an ambience not hatched by another,moments made into memories each one added to life's palette and growing like seeds that are sown. R.C.

TRAPDOORS IN OUR LIFE

Casually as we stroll to find a new view on that knoll, if the vision is blocked we won't see all the potholes

Was it truly the intention to reach a holy grail, is not achieving it a sign we may be frail

Many steps to take through overgrown fields with hidden paths,is about finding stepping stone not the pitfalls

Fun and frolic necessary parts of the play,often casually we develop habits covering our minds like a black veil

Freedom was much easier without the knowledge of blind spots, how the breezes easily turn into windstorms

How often have we overcome what could have been a block but when simply taken in stride we prevail

Peering out over perpetual pastures with unknown ditches and glitches ,beauty or beast to greet us as we crisscross

Unheard disclaimers were given for protection brushed aside nothing to break our stride blind to being frail

Once again to face a day never considering a loss, just a need to play,often staying in motion comes with a higher cost

Knowledge of others ahead keeps us from our bed,playing on our own path to find new  pleasure,unknown fears would make us stale

Will we take lessons from past discretion's or become feeble as we fall
remain strong because this life testing can only be lived not taught. R.C.

PRIVACY FROM OURSELVES

Sitting,settled in a bit to deeply ,somber not yet weeping ,surrounded by an unknown sensation

Wind on the screen,buzzing of a flies wings and a flicker of light is all that breaks the moment from being perfectly serene  

Outside may freely look in anytime daily updates not a crime,keyboard spies  a new devotion

Water cooler,coffee shop or bus stop chatter now becoming a bigger matter,idle talk now part of an unseen machine

My own mind racing against itself often more than enough with the extra clutter,can relaxation be found without submitting to the erosion

Others always YELLING, telling, pointing me in their  direction,a mess of a guess for sights unseen

How much is full or if the meter says to take a lull ,often more going overhead or sideways our own thoughts become frozen

Solidarity suspended privacy upended ,forward moving motions more and more becoming lost in a dream

Placid even peaceful with an ordinary life not bothered by the parameters ,focusing inward can hopefully bring true devotion

Time ran by did I forget  myself ,is so why? trying to stay separate or segregated from a soul,growing uninsulated ,meeting an end will the integrity be see. R.C.

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.

LEAVE ME MY SMILE

Over time many have told me  a different way,their visions of a new day seemed to have gone astray

All the while resting in the back of mind were just basic  thoughts of how to be kind

Simplest things can bring us to task ,bliss is last, now  forcing our happiness to go away

Bringing back a grin often brings on more pain, well worth the toll when it is found

Ceaseless game of bad or good trying to force us to  take sides,will we give in today

Fresh faced within flowing morning air,breathing inward,stopped short,gloom suddenly formed as a cloud

People paying more attention to whiners than winners making it easier and more acceptable when we go astray

Questions preside if those with a constant sneer have lost all their cheer,leaving some to wonder what it is all about

Some must try harder each day finding new strength to play ,while others don't bother never seeming to slip into the grey

Which will it be often a constant plea, many inline to fix it for a fee,finding our own balance  carries the most clout

Easy smile when as light as a child ,more weight adding more scowls to our fate ,knowing happiness brings beauty will I now be slower to become evils prey. R.C.

DIRT AND PEACE

Began so perfectly prepared & polished ,even breathing brings in clean air

Slowly bit by bit speck by speck  the view grows larger and increasingly blocked by a smudge

Begins at the table,juicy RED lips with some dark pudding on the fingertips ,new found joy much to mom's despair

Now more glory bright green grass to add to the story,making it's mark on knees and palms welcoming us into a new club

First color contrast brought out by crayons,each new hue is something more to  share

Watching rain form a puddle building a new place to muddle ,won't it be great to make that plunge

Leaving the clear confines of the blue pool for the greens and browns of a pond ,what is hidden we don't care

Really starting to dig it now,maybe hidden treasure or just worms,really loving this new grunge

New found attitude, will there be play today ,muddling with the mud do we dare

Reasons in life no longer negative ,dreams of anthropology or good for ecology all just more reasons to flirt with the dirt. R.C.

TIME IN TIME OUT .....DAYS BETWEEN


Treacherous mix of trash that was supposed to be yesterday now lost

Today slow to reveal itself often not brazen, memories forgotten on a shelf

Finding moments of mental freedom become gifts ,constantly tested, but is there a cost

What mind set was there before it made itself known,maybe in limbo or just a hidden Hell

Can we safely question a scale with no balance ,Is it safe to seek a new heart without knowing our own soul

Time, it began, we know it will end, are my expressions today helping the happiness that I wish to dwell

Forward,forward until we fall ,time stands still until finding a new call,left wondering what will be our new role

Banished back to basics found forming new senses,will they be replenished or left to live as an infidel

Exchange days for daze alert for a maze,bad odds to begin a race ,improvement is now always the main goal

Yesterday lost,Searching in today ,unsure of tomorrow has left us stranded in middle ground focused again on something to repair

No longer comfortable with being "fine" or o.k. to just whine,was something missed or will we be prepared with this constricted confidence for a rise or fall if suddenly swept up in the next squall. R.C.