A butterfly flitted into view
Then quickly bidded me: Adieu
But its’ image there lingers still
Its’ gyrations of freewill
For I had been a butterfly
And yes my Life did typify
Carefree flitting (my chosen fate)
For the next “flower” I couldn’t wait
I paid no heed unto the wind
Going forward, undisciplined
Always flowers – always time
Looking for my next “stem” to climb
But I see sunset drawing near
When time and flowers will disappear
But no regrets for The Butterfly
The one I saw, and the one that’s: I
Difficult
But built to endure
Resilience is our destiny
The unity of our thoughts will outlast the struggle
The strength in our scars
Typify the purity in our existence
We were built for a purpose and
We will outlast the season of delay
Our agony is our opportunity
Our pain today is our power tomorrow
There is an arrow of certainty that
Will show us the moment of opportunity
Our opposition is your opportunity
Our struggle is the road to victory
Our story is beyond the pain
Holding on can make a person gain
Difficult
But built to endure
Resilience is our destiny
The unity of our thoughts will outlast the struggle
Difficult
But built to endure
Resilience is our destiny
The unity of our thoughts will outlast the struggle
The strength in our scars
Typify the purity in our existence
We were built for a purpose and
We will outlast the season of delay
Our agony is our opportunity
Our pain today is our power tomorrow
There is an arrow of certainty that
Will show us the moment of opportunity
Our opposition is your opportunity
Our struggle is the road to victory
Our story is beyond the pain
Holding on can make a person gain
Difficult
But built to endure
Resilience is our destiny
The unity of our thoughts will outlast the struggle
the feathered are creative and...
the raven rates a number one on the
bird intelligence scale of inventive creativity...
different species typify various problem solving...
logic-skill techniques that 'metaphor' creation of some
'cause' by which they reach a specifically desired relative 'effect'....
andt being morning the bird feeders were...
low on seed so white-throated sparrows fluttered
repeatedly against the window pane behind which i sat...
"to the garage and the birdfeed" their actions echoed...
in their manner and so in five minutes the desired deed of
a specific human 'effect' was fullfilled as an exercise of bird will power...
the sparrows flocked to the feeders and after eating...
two of them flew to the window and fluttered their wings again
and this time as a 'cause' their actions had a 'thank you effect'...
(yup...i waved hello....they got me well trained....hmmm...oh well : )
stans sand
God’s Word is a mirror, strong proof,
a basic, factual tool which can typify mankind.
Archaic illustration from this book…
abduction, untruths, conniving and killing.
Individual, loyal to God for a long span
abruptly drops control, turning corrupt.
King David was that man with a mind for God
How did such disloyalty occur?
First a craving for that which was not his own
having way too much; lust commands sway.
Adultery runs to duplicity
Fornication functions
as assassination’s aid.
Words unmask a king’s guilt, Nathan’s symbolism.
Most important, words also log the king's sorrow -
“My sin is against you, my Lord.”
David is pining for pardon; his ransom awaits.
David owns up to truth;
his body, spirit and soul worn out,
his rapport with God brought back
always mindful of its implications.
July 12, 2020
Brian Strand, Vers Libre
The narcissistic eye ogles itself in the glass;
Which egoistic orgy well paints Man's greed.
His self-elevating smiles mirrors easily prove
As crude hungers only selfish deeds can feed.
And so do you still continue to wonder why
Conceited doctors thrive while patients die.
You know the inscrutable reason lawyers grin,
All the way to the bank as grimey outlaws win.
The grim riders who usurp others' right of way
Typify paedophiles who maul wee infant souls.
And barbarian cops firing shots at calm folks,
Subtly tell the cold despot's vainglorious goal.
Do not look far to behold villainous monsters
Who top filthy lists of most-wanted gangsters,
When you daily spot many self-serving priests
With Bible-like Kalashnikovs and soiling wrists.
In our most common dispositions you'll note,
Ugly human gluttonies of every cannibal sort.
Seasons of Sanity
Affect my a$$.
It is ever thus.
Each season percolates
Distinct chemical essences from the
Cauldron of consciousness
Sloshing edge to edge in my brain pan.
Normalcy.
No one knows what that elusive
Formula could be.
Perceptions are refracted
A thousand times over
Within the smoke filled
Fun house of our existence.
Synthesis.
Earth’s seasons typify
But do not define
The kaleidoscope colors;
Moods and perceptions
Transform, intensify-
Lavenders to lightning blue,
Browns to lightening limes,
Maroons to neon ruby reds.
Thrashed strings of a guitar,
Spectrums of ambivalent
Harmonies theme my days.
Seasons of Sanity.
Anyone claiming to know
The weather of sanity’s seasons
Is to be avoided.
Snakes in loose tongues
Proclaim one message, doing the opposite
When lie bangs and sty clangs
Identify and typify the hypocrite
Who declares faith in one moment
Swims in seas of sin
Inviting the ferment of torment
The hypocrite in his din
Can’t shove away
Despite claims to sainthood
That conscience can’t slay
As sin neighbourhood
Captures and raptures pretence
Leaving in the shell of loose tongues a yawning gap
In every single sentence
That in a loose tongue traces the map
In need of prayers
To bring about greater understanding deep within
That faith lies not in pretence layers
Concealed in a thin
Façade bereft of true faith
Where the chasm between light and darkness
Needs to lose its strength
To make a way clear to the meekness
In which faith lives
In both form and substance
Although in the end God forgives
Hypocrites whose loose tongue pleads for silence
As salvation sought
Salvation granted
For Jesus bought
Salvation for all even for tongues loosely slanted.
Deal, feel, heal, reel, spill, swill, thrill and wheel love on your page
Contain, detain and restrain your love rage
To glean, screen and win love on your love stage
If you want for sure my love to win
Your arms and mine in an unbroken embrace to entwine
As to my heart’s content you grow into my queen
Forever to cherish, comfort, console, compensate, delight, love and hold
In a love rocket, socket and sprocket so bold
That no force on earth can withhold whether climes and times grow hot or cold
In circumstances and instances you and I enjoy
To diversify, magnify, modify, mollify, multiply, satisfy and typify our bondless joy
As a serious matter, not a ploy or a sentimental toy
When in earnestness we embark on our love ride
To fly away to cloud nine as we flawlessly glide
With boundless bliss as you assent to becoming my betrothed bride.
Have you ever seen a talking Lunar Moon
Wrapped in a sarcenet heart-gold cocoon
Floating in the night sky like a balloon
Breathing the fire like the dance of typhoon?
She is...
An Angel mizzled from Heaven with snow flurry !
An isolated crimson rose that typify axenic glory !
An elegant ruby-red macaw mantled in alluring jewellery !
An olive sunrise in midnight that wreaks luxury !
An epic living legend that trembles the mystery !
Despite the blood that failed to bind this relation
and the religion that blasting a firm objection
She is my sister and thats my final decision
and I can't express this relation with diction
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