Butterfly Wings

Go home and write

a page tonight.

And let that page come out of you-

Then, it will be true.

My name, Greek meaning butterfly

My childhood interest, butterflies

My name, simply an overlying umbrella sly

My childhood interest, spread much wider before my eyes

The allure of the butterfly wings enchanting

Its vivid colors vibrant and alluring

The complexity and simplicity so intriguing

Its frail frame and delicate grace flitting

Much like them, I’ve come to realize our selves follow

In complexity yet simplicity, vibrant yet delicate still

I grow observing the nature of nature unfold from depths and shallows

And know that I, like many more, make of myself what I will

I flutter through the crowds of people, watching, listening, and being

From all the experience, observation, emotion, and secret

Told in confidence and kept in confidence can truth and reality ring

For us to learn as I have, to learn from mistakes, but neither fret nor regret

From my position as a butterfly on the wall and amongst the fields

Of people with their gossip, drama, and troubles

Of nature with its placid differences, yet a parallel which it wields

Of silence with myself, reflecting in the serenity and anxiety that doubles

From all that I see, hear, learn, and am told, I intake

All the vivid colors spread through the skies and before my eyes

Sheltered under my sly umbrella, these are what I shall undertake

Reacting with delight, horror, expectance, and surprise

In the form of all that I do, speak, and create, I partake

Through my actions, art, and words – spoken and written

I build up, create, lose, and find myself for mine and others’ sake

Showing who, where, what, when, and how I was, am, and will have been

The butterfly wings drew me in and hold me there still

But that is only in my mentality and heart for otherwise I wander

Through my mind and body walking and searching for lives to fill

Much like the vivid black upon white butterfly wings of this page yonder

Origami Heart Syndrome

Said I’m flimsy and paper folded

So thin of a covering on a drum

Ripped through easy and scolded

But I’ve got Origami Heart Syndrome

Said I’m boring and two dimensional

Doesn't even matter if I come

Because nothing new ever becomes vocal

Oh, the Origami Heart Syndrome

Said it’s been seen and been done

Nothing special, almost scum

Laser unpowered, not even on stun

It’s the Origami Heart Syndrome

Said its all repetition and creases

Easy drunk with servings of rum

All interest just ceases

Suffering from Origami Heart Syndrome

Said to you that I do from hope

Each simple craft stability and mind shall succumb

But you can’t see out of your own little scope

Such a case of Origami Heart Syndrome

Said I’ll be filling box after box to the brim

And beyond until the feeling in my thumbs are numb

They are precious and paper cut through the grim

For this is my Origami Heart Syndrome

Don't Look Now

Don’t you dare look now

But you wipe the anticipation from your brow

You’re in for a nasty surprise

This was such a lovely disguise

You twist and turn awaiting the worst

Soundtrack fit for movies burst

Timing hilarious if it weren’t for the situation

Why do all the clichés have such complication?

Don’t you dare take a peek

But you can’t help it and you seek

You’re in for it; don’t say there was no warning

It has been divine, but now strikes the mourning

You spin around in circles in search

In a movie view from a high up perch

Entertainment galore it if weren’t happening to you

Why does all the drama have to come true?

Don’t look now, but it’s too late

It’s all relationships formed of love and hate

Lucky if you’d ever get out from down under

All the deceit you’ve laid out for yourself and all other

You found it now, but you regret ever looking

Don’t you wish your life weren’t so hooking?

But all of those fairy tales and curses that were not

Supposed to be real are the realities you’ve fought

Don’t look now is a warning and a trap

You knew it all along and one day would snap

Isn’t it such a pretty paradox?

Trapped in your own fantasia box

Magnetized and chasing an escape

That never keeps its ever-altering shape

Let the plotline play out role after role

And what was all laughs and play shall take its final toll