It's like a nuclear reaction chemically inclined to ruin my life or excite it. Either way I'm enlightened. Going on and on about you and your ways like a battery equally negative and positive on each side. None of your soul I would ever rewrite but your actions. The burn from your flame is it really worth the passion? And in the end will we build each other up like two flames or burn each other up like butane. Just bring me compassion.
since i met you
it's always been you
the one i go to sleep and dream of
you fill my nights with full moons
you've planted seeds in my mind
that you kissed till they bloomed
so please
leave your lips on my pillow
next to the scent of your perfume
i hope you stay for a while my love
for you teach my mind to be kinder
cause sometimes
i get down on myself
but your smile serves as a reminder
to keep my head above water
and that's the power of people
if love is a drug then
i've been stuck by your needle
and i know it's mutual
cause when you speak
i can see it in your pupils
like a little candle that's lit
and as it flickers and sits
i see your mind glow alive
as the flicker laces and faces
my lips
i'm holding a candle too
a bright butane blue
and although
i was the one who sparked it
my love
it stays a flame
for only you
The Relevance of Last Winter
David J Walker
The acrid odor of a
Butane fueled
space heater
Seemed better
than freezing
In the sub-frigid air
of a February
prairie
winters
day
We set fire
To dried mesquit limbs
Cleared from
an adjacent pasture
last summer
It seemed better
than freezing
In the March wind
Bending its way
Into a town of little interest
By 4 pm
The light was failing
ice was forming
On the tractors casings
Ours
Were the only lives
Exposed
To the
Mercies of the miseries
Of a winter storm
The small farmhouse
Stood alone
The warm refuge
At the end of a field
Of long fallow rows
Awaiting
The next seasons
Best efforts
Ammonium Nitrate
Acetone Peroxide
Butane
Dynamite
Erythritol Tetranitrate
Gunpowder
Lead Styphnate
Trinitrotoluene
8atha 8atha 8atha.
Politics is smart on one side
but it's half luck for another
when you win it's hazard
when you lost it's sourish
I think so much Pirulin
I got the first mush
before giving to each other.
Who doesn't cry, doesn't breastfeed
still said the song
and Sir Jorge made a fool
he wanted to face the dragon
the beast was so naughty
took it from a mandolin
and went fishing in Nippon.
All that shines is gold
says the law of my backlands
there the only shines so much
as golden brown
Sivuca who was an alchemist
he added harmonica with pifa
placed Sinata on the ground.
Slowly you go far
it was a communist motto
in Russian and England
and very futuristic lotto
Ze Lezin serious goat
wrote the package insert
and became capitalist.
Better two birds in hand
than two birds flying
best three lucky fart
than gas butane methane
so thought Napoleon
when he fell on all fours
in a serene afternoon...!
Addicted to the pain
Reaching out for help would be vain
Many woes I have slain
Happy only when feeling drained
No point trying to abstain
Letting my demons dance in the rain
What is destined is insane
A one-way ticket for a dead-end train
Nothing to lose, nothing to gain
Only confined by invisible chains
Flowing free like the blood in my veins
Kept in a cage constructed by my brain
The world visible through the window pane
I shall not move, I stay in my lane
With all of my options, I light the butane
For I am, addicted to the pain
Wake up call dynamo
Aliens inside earth
For longer than we know
Inhabiting to rebirth
Dentures of denial
Dark government's way
Live evidence is viral
Reptilians and little grays
Transport is magnetic
Exceeding speeds of light
Travel through dimensions
Aging is hindsight
Visitors of many species
Rushing to drink the earth
We are discovered news
Of the universe
In exchange for technology
We granted them free reign
Merging agenda revealed
Dancing with butane
Misjudged their intentions
Breeding a hybrid race
Control for the planet
Humanity loosing its place
They seek another abode
A new world order
A threat to decode
To freedom’s divine borders
The French call it "dix" - the Romans used X
The number of lords that are leaping Xmas
The total of fingers and thumbs on both hands
The base used for metric - both metres and grams
Count hydrogen atoms in compound butane
Downing Street doorstep, our PM's domain
Legs on a lobster and all decapods
Commandments and plagues that were given by God
The number of toes on the end of our feet
The lines in this poem - that makes it all neat
With eyes turned up to the sky
In hopes to find that piece of pie
How many years of blood sweat and tears
Have you not yet made it out of here
Always asking for advice
When given saying that can't be right
All you've got, spinning like a top
Waiting for the ball to drop
You'll do this till the day you die
Wondering what is wrong with life
Feel the heat moving towards defeat
Press rewind and then repeat
Growing accustomed to the craziness
Pour more butane on the list
Stoke the fire, fan the flames higher
Situation is getting dire
How many times have you raised your hands
Surrendering over to life's demands
Always hoping for a change
Just this side of deranged
Moving along with the crowd
To the humming of the vacant sound
Religiously you find your seat
Press rewind and then repeat
Vent-ill-Station
I like the brain but my mind
Isn't real, take it
So I wield change in the face
And I will make a disgrace of
What humans made us
Shaped into, its true
Take some, its good for you
Trace the steps
Dwell on life, the past, the present
Make well of the future
Meditation
Pre-devestation
Devestated, useless
But a body needs a host so give it up
Be the reducement
Added fusion to the blueness
Sitting to cool for the movement
Needed to move with conceited
Use of an E and a You
D and an A, DNA left for two
Weeks in shoe
Walked on, horsin' around though straight two cents with an eye
For an idea, great music
Not finding a grate to sit
Or an apple or a grape to sip
Butane fixed just to fight the fact that you are lighter than
A star lighter, man
Lost sight of wishin' I would crash bright and bad
~Tyler L Gillespie
Fire of passion disclosed
Triumphs an endless butane battery
Storing up nuclear charge
All mystic splashing neon energy
Love of soul pools communal
Exchanging cryptic disguise for truth
The kind that bleeds through a coat pocket
Sending me to you instantly!
How I forgot
Love's incessant ecstasy
Taught to look, behave, restrain
Who's fools code is this?
Wild abandon redistrict
Trumps well organized automata
Engraved lifeless on the page-grave
Put out your far reaching desire
Blending mind and matter
We are the unprincipaled storage keepers
Taking care to love with fury!
so basically i got killed today
when my father choked and my cat ran away
the doctors ran out of lives to save
and the shows on t.v. were incredibly lame
the smell of my house was strong like butane
i wanted to go to the park today
but people were there and the kids were insane
i saw a really cute boy downtown yesterday
but he smiled and his teeth weren't perfectly straight
i thought about brushing my teeth today
but it didn't seem worth it to deal with the taste
so i chewed on some floss and drank all day
my coffee this morning was dark roast with equate
so it was bitter and gross and incredibly great
my mom's gonna move to the country today
where the cows all get eaten and the horses are tamed
the tap of a shoe and the drag of a cane
as an old man rocks on his chair all day
i don't understand how the middle of may
can feel as gloomy as a cold winters day
and people will sink to their knees and pray
that god will make their lives better some day.
A saber blade of heavens moon scars my proportional dream
Your sickliness and misery is driving me insane
I cannot help but wonder why you distant far from me
I cannot make you realize what hope you need to see
A trickle tear of satans rain, runs down your tender face
Lavish roses fade to black and oceans fade to green
A memory of you i have and will not chance to lose it yet
But leave me here to be all alone and i promise you regret
Dont think impressions ever darken and intesity brings more light
You try and run your legs will ache and your life will fade to dust
Your body will churn
The blades will cut
Your leaking sinful cries
A life without a soul you see is only because of your lies
So try and doubt and dare to scream
I'll make it your last try
Make me stay just one more night and for you i promise to cry