Butterfly Light Poems

It's only my heart.
Chipped away, calcified
fragments all over the place.
Coherence that's all.
The blue butterfly
a toy in the hands
of little Catie.
Always fluttering
touch and go
playing tag with...

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Take me to where the wildflowers grow and show me where to go, take me to where the wildflowers grow and wet my soul with...

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They sing their own songs
In the spirit of light.
No, they do not take credit for that.
Nor, do they drain under dust and disdain
That suffers hollow...

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I saw a butterfly in the sky
     from a memory a tear came to my eye
     ...

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Chaos

Is empty and full

May seem as

Unconditional love..



Chaos 

Is empty fullness

Which appears as

Order..

A creation story...



I am

Is the appearance

Of order 

In and as chaos...



Sensitive dependance 

On initial...

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Enthralled appalled eye-crawl;
I was in pieces broken and torn,
balls of sorted pieces scorn and worn;
 now gathered reshaped and formed,
 refreshed rebirth flying high whole...

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You make me love you to death, in the depths where light refracts,
In the labyrinths of the night, you are the whirlpool that tightens its...

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She is
has always been
a safe place for joy
It radiates from her pale skin
Her frame is small and slight
The shadow walkers
fail to see her magnificence
“She’s such...

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LIGHT OF LOVE 
THIS BIRTH OR MAY BE IN THE PAST ,
I GOT YOUR NAME IN THE CARD.
SUMMER GONE WINTER CAME ,
I DANCE ALONE IN...

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Billy was born,
On a light, breezy day,
In the splendor of Spring,
And a flowery display.

And his future was bright,
To be free of the leaf,
And the promise...

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I gaze out of my open window, 
The cool night air, lifting my hair
I am watching the butterflies dancing in the moonlight, here, there,
 And...

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When the autumn fades,
Behind soft clouds,
Leaving dancing leaves, rustling so loud,
Inspiring me – to hear the music in my doubts,
To see the joy in the...

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"unkissed rose"

an unkissed...

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I beat my wings
At the moment of exhale
Unaware the air had grown stale
I was a white washed wasp
With no sting in my tale
Maybe because daddy...

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The dwindling attention span of a human should bring
us insight into what may be looming..
Recent studies reveal that it's eight seconds now.
I'm struggling to finish...

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