[A.Buttle]

I wrote these. The oldest ones are at the end. They're separated by something logical. I have to use the "code" tag for some of these to preserve the formatting. I've been reading too much ee cummings.

� � �

it was bright outside when I woke to see you

lids heavy with sleep,
you creep
into my dreams
like knowledge from a forbidden tree
the world contains only you
and only me

the early sun shines softly on your curls

arms around your chest,
your breast,
as the tide,
ebbs inexorably to and fro
time has come to stand still for us
I won't let go

loving chocolate windows greet the beginning of my day

oh my dear, my dear
you fear
without reason
that time and distance will tear us apart
how wrong you are, oh bitchin' chick
you own my heart

it was bright outside when I woke to see you

� � �

code:

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the crowded marketplace


                pigeons


     cobble stones


                         a voice from





afar





pushes a name onto 


the


                                               wind


lost in the din of


   commerce





a


little grey


haired woman


announces her wares


and knocks the beautiful little








Name





away from intended ears


away from her ears





alone


the name falls 


           a


            w





                a





                         y


                         


                              .


                                  .





                                       .





my intentions


lost





the curly haired girl


             slips





                   away.

---

� � �

i wash through buckets of dirty
laundry
with a curly haired girl in mind
i air out the shirts and socks and sleeves
but i've washed colors with whites
and everything is fucked up now
all because a curly haired girl distracted my
thoughts

my shirts are pink
my socks are gray
my blood is red
this is her day

all because of a curly haired girl

� � �

code:

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c.


ra


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and drop


s the lit


tle ri


  b


b





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       n  





softly


to th


e 





floor.

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� � �

as i sit alone by
the phone

i wait so long for
love to call

time gives way
to life

i tremble at the possiblities

forever and
ever
ever

� ���

Sometimes I wake up alone and
I cry for the nights I have missed
With you.
Little words and tender gifts
Become the time I spend
With you.

A name, your name, it's all the same
My love, it's this time
With you.

O'er time and space and loving grace
My heart is given
To you.

� � �

Though I woke from sleep
With no plan and no hope,
I ventured into the morning air
Knowing that I was not Daniel-san from Karate Kid 2

Attacked by a redneck in a parking lot
In a New Hampshire town,
They broke my glasses
And pissed me the hell off.

When I tried to fight
I could not connect with their bodies
A swing a miss a swing a miss
And somehow I became Daniel-san

The dude I fought at the end of
The second karate kid movie was there
But now he was much stronger
And wanted to kick my ass.

And I fought but I couldn't
My punches diverted by air
Missing the target every time
Frustrating.

Damn frustrating.

But I thought about how we
Became friends after we fought in Okinawa
And the nice calendar he'd given me
That I'd never used.

I felt guilty for not using
The nice gift I'd been given.
Very guilty. So I got him a nice calendar.
He liked it.

We made up and then I woke
Knowing that I wasn't Danial-san from Karate Kid 2.

� ���

code:

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i trip to fall to open glass doors


and pour sunlight on radiant moonshine





with a slip and a             s l    i      d          e


to see the light play games


on flesh adorned


luminescence  


how lightchimes touch the grace of child





soft love to touch skin


tender sweetness





the winged child laughs and


                                      flutters away

---

� � �

"cow troubles"

as i make my way to the pond
the way is clear and familiar
as i make my way to the pond
i feel sudden awareness of the
cow in my path

a small little cow cow
a small little cow

with little tiny horns and two feet and hands

a small little cow cow
a small little cow

he doesn't know the way and can only do your tax returns

a small little cow cow
a small little cow

is there a place for cows like this?
is there a place for men like cows?
small little cow cows?
with briefcases?

�����

I wrote all of these within the past month or so.

[A.Buttle]

Here are some older ones I've written.

�����

This ill-timed bullet tears my soul flesh
Malignant spreading throughout my chest
This herbicide to the blossoming life flower
The Dark Reaper slices my spiritual sower
Strength beyond strength and knowledge beyond man
Compassion not forgot by this giving hand
Led me through untold years of strife
Instilled in me wisdom of ages and a love of life

Atomic piercings and chemical bondage
A promising face attacks with uncompromising rage
A butterfly flies away in ominous moonlight
So, Ra Ra Ra Ra, no acquiescence without a fight
Take so many monstrous steps as single strides
Overwhelming emotion, Fight it off a thousand times
Struggle on lake, on diamond, Strive to see another dawn
Mid the mountains of this rugged place, where we were all born

So a Hip and hooray, a ti, a sis, a boom and a ba
For you, Mr GemJohn
Astounding strength and tremendous love
So many hold you in their hearts, none above

�����

A new Aeon beckons the beings of demonic wiles
The foretold grinning darkness and evil smiles
The ones who would prevent the fiery dawn
They are naught but god�s worthless pawns
It comes for denigration of that which is held true
Apocalyptic, Cataclysmic, this horrid brew
Terrific mixture of forces aligned, maligned
This massive legion was exquisitely designed
Malefactor, Benefactor, with him the new world
Chaos in mind and the unspeakable unfurled
Disruption, Mass production, Demon to end all life
Ripped asunder, None spared under, this unending strife
Condemnation to a realm lost in the minds of man
Salvation not offered to the infinitely damned
Laughter comes from the abyss spreading its icy wings
A malevolent creature fed on hate, death it brings
This magnificent prophecy now realized
Humanity�s last, best hope has already died
Many were those who put their faith in this one
Flogged, Nailed, Hung, god let the humans have their fun
The Dark One is called forth to reign supreme on Earth
A dark odyssey of souls, a playground for Death
The apes will be reprimanded for their holy deeds
Dark, blasphemous flame spreads its unholy seed
Lusting for flesh, ethereal demons have wept
Consolation by their Lord, they will be well kept
Usurpation by those who are at His side
Coronation of their Dark King; He is I

�����

Anger, Hatred, Rage built up inside
Sitting, Waiting, Watch me explode
There is no light, no peace in my soul
Only what I hide

Moment in time, a grain of sand
A dark event now close at hand

My anguish at your accurs�d hands
I suffer lost in time
Perpetual, Unending is my pain
So flow the sands
Controlled

Can�t see what, What�s been done to me
What you�ve done, Can�t you see?!
Don�t understand so watch me bleed
Look at all that you�ve pulled through me

Moment in time, a grain of sand
A dark event now close at hand

My anguish at your accurs�d hands
I suffer lost in time
Perpetual, Unending is my pain
So flow the sands
Controlled

Like clockwork, again and again
My lost sanity, my friend
It is your beckoning end, this trend
Of oppression, drive the last nail

Moment in time, a grain of sand
A dark event now close at hand

My anguish at your accurs�d hands
I suffer lost in time
Perpetual, Unending is my pain
So flow the sands
Break

Open now, Coming at you full force
Enraged yet free, I�ll feel no remorse
Morose, Depressed, All long gone
You�re going to die, You�re number one

Moment in time, a grain of sand
A dark event now in my hands

My anguish at your accurs�d hands
I suffer lost in time
Perpetual, Unending is my pain
So flow the sands
My anguish at your accurs�d hands
I suffer lost in time
Perpetual, Unending is my pain
So flow the sands

I will burn but I am free
While you die, Take a look at me
My eyes show your demise at my hands
So flow the sands!
And again
And again
And again...

�����

Who am I not?
I am not your toy, your play thing, your
Child.
I am not here to listen to you whine.
I am not going to make you feel
Better.
Who am I not?
I am not your plaything, a toy, your gleaming white ball of security.
Nor the protector, the provider.
I am not comforting soft feelings of old wool against your face.
I am not the jock, the prep, the clique, the gang member, the drop out, the loser,
The unfulfilled.
Nor the dancer, the princess, the cheerleader, the slut, the whore.
The virgin.
Who am I not.
I am not your toy, your plaything, your tool.
I am not here for you to better yourself.
I am not here to stroke your ego and insecurities.
I am not here to agree.

I am not here for anything.
I am here because I am.
No gloss. No glitter. No finish.
No tan. No hairspray. No wax.
I am the godless and the unbridled.
I am the poster boy of every fundamentalist.
Thump.� � � � Thump.� � � � Thump.
The pages are burning
With everything I should be.

�����

Ok, that's it for now.

[A.Buttle]

Oops. Forgot one.


sometimes i up with the down
and down with the black
up to far and blue with back

inside my far to close
and close to near
jingle my jangle and dance the fear

when puddles wonder
and dewtime flips
i wash my hands and turn some under

[A.Buttle]

This is one my brother Mike wrote. These are actually the lyrics to a song, but oh well.


in bed at your side,
the fuzz of his skin touching yours,
how can you find the words
to bring this all to the light?

your hair is a mess.
your beauty can not be yours.
it conquers even the years,
yet no one had loved you before.

and your getting older
though it seems time's left you behind.
your ageless button eyes
betray not a hint of your pain.

oh
pretty piggy
oh
pretty piggy

oh, Miss Piggy
your Parisian dreams gather dust
as your lover sleeps by your side,
his velveteen hand holding yours.
he's dreaming of the words
he'll speak as the curtain goes up.

you'll wait by his side
holding a smile on your face
ready to catch him if he falls
but wishing to take his place.

some day they'll see
beyond your deep blue eyes
and find the piglet that lies
behind the pink velvet face.

[ June 11, 2001: Message edited by: A.Buttle ]

[Impaler]

1) You have a fat accountant, don't you?

2) A big fat "awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww".

3) That's the first time I've ever seen the word 'redneck' in a poem.

[wayfinder_at_work]

quote:

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A new Aeon beckons the beings of demonic wiles
The foretold grinning darkness and evil smiles
The ones who would prevent the fiery dawn
They are naught but god�s worthless pawns
It comes for denigration of that which is held true
Apocalyptic, Cataclysmic, this horrid brew
Terrific mixture of forces aligned, maligned
This massive legion was exquisitely designed
Malefactor, Benefactor, with him the new world
Chaos in mind and the unspeakable unfurled
Disruption, Mass production, Demon to end all life
Ripped asunder, None spared under, this unending strife
Condemnation to a realm lost in the minds of man
Salvation not offered to the infinitely damned
Laughter comes from the abyss spreading its icy wings
A malevolent creature fed on hate, death it brings
This magnificent prophecy now realized
Humanity�s last, best hope has already died
Many were those who put their faith in this one
Flogged, Nailed, Hung, god let the humans have their fun
The Dark One is called forth to reign supreme on Earth
A dark odyssey of souls, a playground for Death
The apes will be reprimanded for their holy deeds
Dark, blasphemous flame spreads its unholy seed
Lusting for flesh, ethereal demons have wept
Consolation by their Lord, they will be well kept
Usurpation by those who are at His side
Coronation of their Dark King; He is I

---

I just had to tell you
that while I
don't speak english very well
don't understand all of your poems
am not Daniel-San from Karate Kid 2 either
-
I still registered a new account here
to thank you for making me remember
that the most poetic anagram of my handle
is indeed fiery dawn


thank you.

[A.Buttle]

Don't you think the word "redneck" should be in more poetry Impaler?