1025

The Products of my Farm are these
Sufficient for my Own
And here and there a Benefit
Unto a Neighbor’s Bin.

With Us, ’tis Harvest all the Year
For when the Frosts begin
We just reverse the Zodiac
And fetch the Acres in.

I’m no author, novelist or poet.
I’m just Me,
And don’t I know it.
I don’t need to be classified,
As long as I’m writing, I’m satisfied.

Typing out words, line by line,
I don’t care if they don’t rhyme.
I don’t care if my verses don’t scan:
I’m not always an Iambic Man.

I just say what I gotta say,
I’m not worried about any pay.
Words come to me without much bidding,
The world of its evils I hope to be ridding.

I love to spread lots and lots of Love,
Bringing peace to all like a messenger dove.
Things of beauty bring joy, John Keats rightly said,
To make us sleep easy when we go to bed.

So I’ll paint what I paint,
And sing what I sing,
Just letting those words
Do their magical thing.

Paul Butters

Do not fear you are transparent,
fading in to the background,
your heart is not shattered beach glass,
your life does not spin circles 'round.

You are a work of art,
layer upon layer of color,
A brilliant painted canvas,
a faceted and glowing heart.

When you fear you're disappearing,
disintegrating into the air,
But I see you clear as the light of day,
standing in front of me there.

No matter the scars
no matter the ****** up parts,
you will always be you,
And that's all I want.

Happy.
Happy.
I’m so incredibly happy.
Happy in the light of a burning room
while my tequila spins me around like my lover, like my muse.
Happy when I sing, happy when I walk,
happy when there’s nothing to ignore,
happy when the only thing kissing my cheeks
is the marble lips of the bathroom floor.
I’m so happy when I cry, I’m so happy I could die.
My baby, my heart and my mind,
I’m so happy when you’re happier in her arms than mine.

Happy.
Happy.
I’m so incredibly happy.
So incredibly happy, it’s so incredibly sad.
The best I can find is at the bottom of a bottle,
tasting the bitter sting of everything we had.

The thoughts
In my head
Are killing me
Slowly.
The doubt
Is contagious.  
Slowly,
Setting me
Ablaze.
Slowly,
Killing me
Inside.
Slowly
k.s. 11/4/15

I could fall asleep in the hammock of your crooked grin,
but I haven't slept in weeks again.
I could drown in your eyes and end it all,
like the koi pond at my old home in the middle of fall,
I could live forever in your warm embrace,
only I can't seem to find the time or place.

I could break free of this moment in time,
but I might lose you forever,
and I just couldn't face tomorrow,
If you danced out of my mind.