Pain and Butterflies

Pain and Butterflies

Is there a pain upon the wings of the Butterflies

Teasing men to dream of what not may be

I see

You see what ?

Dreams crumbling

Tumbling

Out of our heads

Dead

Who said they would come true

Not me

Was it you ?

Flying all sweetly

Completely oblivious

Of how the living are dying

Vying

For beautiful

Never to be fulfilled

Blood is still being spilled

While gardens of expectations

Are tilled

By the blind

Carving crooked furrows of thought

In our minds

Hey you

I am having a 2 for 1 sale

On doctrines

And get on Prayer Rote free

Will you buy a few from me

Let me see

What do you like

Ole Skool

New Skool

I got the tools

That will help you sleep

And keep you from truth

What ever that may be

Just watch the Butterflies

Oh, by the way

Have a look at our flowers

Over there

In that section marked

Pain and Butterflies

© 15 February 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.

A WIP Prompt Joint

Pain and Butterflies