I felt a butterfly land on my nose
Its sweet message was then purposed.
In a soft cozied voice the message was spoke,
"kick that midget, with one fast stroke"
"what midget?" I then did ask, trying to conceive this impossible task.
The curious insect then replied, "They all are one, and all must die!"
Poor little midgets, they only mean well.
Hellbent midgets, go to hell, hell, hell!
Butterfly, Butterfly take me away.
but first lets sleep, and cuddle, and play.
--BiG rEd
Love, Again, Pain
A sight! My love, my life, my dreams come true,
The most tender of touch, so soft her lips,
She kisses my face and I take a sip
From her sweetness. I feel again. Her too.
A comfort I’d lost--I am feeling new.
My detached past with emotion, love’s grip
Over me, I broke, then again I trip
And fall into a special love with you.
Anger and rage, they flow in my veins strong,
Her selfish ways, her limited affection,
She grows weary, our distance far--she’s wrong.
My pain, mistake, resentful reaction,
No longer do we talk of marriage--or talk.
On our own--different courses we walk.
--Mike Johnson