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Sep 2017 · 228
Cold Front (Senryu)
Butch Decatoria Sep 2017
Wind hops on tree tops
A howling child who is wild
Grows and makes the storm.
Butch Decatoria Sep 2017
So divine such grace
The word cannot embody
Ballet when God speaks.
Sep 2017 · 198
Dream Flying
Butch Decatoria Sep 2017
In our kingdom there

Is no king

Worshipping

Free fall the Freedom

Our childhoods'

Laughter down the halls

To and so for

Heaven

We will love

While we wait

In life

A gift

Given where we stand

Undefiant

We share as One

And Awe !

At above us / falling down

Washing us

Clean from nothings'

We dread with fears

Turning brilliance / rain

To dead ends / Loss...


I'd rather be with you

Ever Last the

Love that creates

In us as

We shape ours days

With the vastness'

Colors newly seen /time's breath

Of our love

Rather than Like

Freefalling

Little boy fly in the blue

Says and always will

For you

I would die...

Once again and once more

As One

In Love.

For ever would

Aye.
Sep 2017 · 284
Tsunami (Senryu)
Butch Decatoria Sep 2017
Devastations’ deeps:
Such Chaos drowns all petty
Wars, and last concerns.
Rewrite edit.
Sep 2017 · 294
Perspective (senryu)
Butch Decatoria Sep 2017
Humming bird feeding

On the teensy flies, clouds of

His integral trees.
Sep 2017 · 254
Conscious.
Butch Decatoria Sep 2017
Uninspired

By and by a passersby

Another grace for grains of sand

Loiter lingering longer

Down low below beneath your toes

The sublimity of heaven

Farther furthest spaces

Within and beyond the fleshy faces

Far from firmament and sacrament

The stages we pretend perform

A jig getting down jiggy without

The doubt that cuts not rugs

But peace of mindful tiers

Enlighten me to wake yet feign

To not feel endangerous the hollow

Spaces that wide open

A nothingness of soul

A sky of soot and funeral silt or soil

We darken our glow to not toil

Thou wilts

Give praise,

This miracle of days to witness

Nothing else we make less

But ourselves

With fear and doomsday loudly

Cry.

Each scintilla of a sigh profoundly

Forever feels like

A spark

Big banged life's boomerang

Why worry to go hurry in lines

Manga tales

Minds bright implosions

Think tank

We drank and wankers

Laugh

Feeling glad bags

Full of glory.

You are one in this box

Sphere made of fear

Shape your story.

Don't drown in the Gobi

Or such empty tears

Eyes panorama grand o holy!

Sshhh.

be we wide awake...?

(To’lly)
Sep 2017 · 247
Self Helpless (Senryu)
Butch Decatoria Sep 2017
Self aware yet numb
How-to instructions to know
How to feel be loved.
Aug 2017 · 256
Uh Huh (10w)
Butch Decatoria Aug 2017
Loud hurtful words mean nothing in the void of space.
Aug 2017 · 352
Red Balloon (Desire)
Butch Decatoria Aug 2017
Remember when
every touch
      with all its intention
was a kindness
      Tender like our lips
      at first kiss,
deeply
in one another's eyes

      seeing with feelings
      discovery past the weight
      of fevered flesh,

a dervish flight
through those walls
      layered with doubts as heavy
      as the stones
we now turn our hearts into...

Remember when
every word
      was lovingly spoken

uplifting wisdom
like feathers, wings:
      the soft music of our mouths

      when life is floating
lanterns
and we briefly are a/part
you still have me
soar...

And when we're finally whole, as one,
a hearth warm,
and ****

      those wet silences
      become undulating music
                      the times we demure
our mouths still drinking, singing
instilling lessons
      within these depths : our heart's thirst

which only absolute certainty
      calms and quenches...

...keep alight and so on
Keep carrying on
      knowing tomorrow will come
      yes, when I'm with you
I am new,
even in the dark

A star is born...

Remember when
in the break of morning
      when eyes open from trenchant sleep
      (better than adrift or hollow)
remember how
stunning the view
      inhale surprised
      to waking life's wonder,
Coming
a/part as the wars pain and riot

Fearlessly I say
                depart and drink the rain
         freedom love
sky and eyes
         will awake...

And if we have yet to meet
since I know
      Truth &
Believe in
      Love,
when I fall for you
      Thank all the heavens, vast
I fell for you
                              I will fall up...

Because I remember
now
it's always you
      Lovely      loving       love
who fills my very cup
floating in the drink
of us...

*(God how I love you.)
Aug 2017 · 228
Escapade.
Butch Decatoria Aug 2017
Painting words

Floral and pining

With moral sense

Taboo flowery

When

You move me from within

When light through yonder windows

Seranade

I feel eternity

Escapade.

God, how you move me...
Aug 2017 · 175
Encouragement (10w)
Butch Decatoria Aug 2017
I'll make a poet

          Out of you / just yet.
Aug 2017 · 1.5k
No Mas Dong
Butch Decatoria Aug 2017
(Cebuano word, an identifier for a male person whom we do not know by name.)



Here's a story of a not so lovely baby

Hey babay go'ne my way

Faded, on his way, shameless

Maybe needs some work....

What the hey, anyhow he play

The game of heart break  

Silent now

Shirk and shake it off your shoulders

Telling myself insistingly

"He ain't my responsibility"

"I won't feel bad - take care of your own

****"

We smoke and vape

The other **** we hit the days wide awake

My bad, acquaintance not much else

A brief voicemail

he is shaming whispering

"Hey bakla - what are you?"

Who that Price?

when your ice glaciers melt

And garbage comes bubbling up

From under your breath

So Truly only you

For reals tho'

Be he the abandoned one

Early on broke

Those years ago a kid

Hatred your imaginary friended

You're a G in your head

Spite quiets down when

Down and out ...

Crazy to suddenly

See you now

Still loathing me

And somehow I believed it  

As cries for help but

Hungry wolf each night

Is still a dog

planning to bite.

Still angry at me for nothing's right

Just another sod

To prey and feed

Upon...  

Yow not a dog

Your it's flea.

To think I prayed for you...

Forgot the gist of this

So so sorry

No kidding this morning

No taller story

Than pretending to be something

Worthy.

As friend as family.

Now you're just a *****


Someone Without a name

If Strangers call you ****

I still do not know you

Aren't that close with

Who you've wronged before...or

Why I'm an open door,

Walked on all over

Sorry so tardy to tell you

No more.

*****
The word **** in this context is the cebuano word for male person, man or boy. A guy whose name you don't know.
Aug 2017 · 513
Modernity vs. Modernism
Butch Decatoria Aug 2017
Modernity sounds so much like too much like

She's a mother

Not a trucker, mister bucks,

Too mature

She seems atypical maternal wit

Matrimonious

Age of knowing better...

And most times bedwetter babes

Ignorance can't write you letters

So now how's this just now

New most times certain to be

Better

The weather our love encounters

Living Modernism

A breath without Lies

I chose to utterings no longer

Long means "dragon"

Wars' fiery language

How loud dead pasts linger

Mosaic hearts that we are

The bird is the finger

Hate's invisible fire

Chaos speaks

When no truth in modernism

Where none dare to sleep.

More fashion forward

The All of Ages

The pages the Here and Now

Modernism weeps

Her mystique...

Knowing How.

Now...
Aug 2017 · 252
2500 Feet
Butch Decatoria Aug 2017
Is it "somewhat" convincing or strongly

Egregious

To have the planet spill

It's hades-deep caldron-lungs

Toxic fumes of green and sulfurs

Bubbling ooze gaseous fumes

Agree or degrees that disagree with bones

The flesh boiling

The mad mad Red that colors wrath

Cyclones down alley doom

Is that global

The warming of storms forewarning

As always looms

Like the undecided leaning

For domicile times

Rock the boat and get out and

Vote

Yay or nay / choose shameless

Be the fool

In the sins of ignorance

Bliss is as fleeting

As a kiss

This fool for love, knows nothing

But to keep the distance

2500 Ft.

Away from homes and all

Lively

masterpiece.

(We are products of our inhalations

And exhalations

Weeping

Oceans

Blue we

Breathe.  2500 Feet of Peace)


Beyond that who knows?
In LA Or all of California, they're placing an ordinance to vote for, keeping residents 2500 ft. Away from oil & Gas pumps, named derricks... now that it's late in the game, having a toxic spill... and wild fires... it's paradise and war zone...
Aug 2017 · 236
Still At Work (10w)
Butch Decatoria Aug 2017
Sands of Time's / oxymoronic  flaccidity of minute / hands /
slowly passing.
Aug 2017 · 141
Survey (Senryu)
Butch Decatoria Aug 2017
Entergy* down south

Old opinions on the polls

Them gone country nights.
SSI
Aug 2017 · 109
Teach (10w)
Butch Decatoria Aug 2017
Sophistication. Depreciations. Ludicrousness, under appreciated, beautiful imbrications : your exemplar kisses...
Aug 2017 · 296
A Love We Once Wed
Butch Decatoria Aug 2017
A love we once wed

On Thanksgiving day,

Inside a little white chapel with an Elvis preacher

At the drive through window.

I had a different dream

How my true love stands in the light

We're on the beach with a close knit family

Friends are family

Circle of love with paradise

marrying us

That kindasorta expectatious fantasy

A lover truest bled

A love we once wed.
This is inspired by Topaz. Ty.
Aug 2017 · 185
Personification (Senryu)
Butch Decatoria Aug 2017
Proud face of cliff side,

Mandrake in formaldehyde

recognizing selves.
Aug 2017 · 285
Answering Machines
Butch Decatoria Aug 2017
Dial tone.

Cell phone or land land telephonic

Ring a ding / fax machine singing

Digital data lines

Most during this time of the day

Lagging behind just enough hours

To have them at dinner

Tucking in the kids

Most during this time of mine

Pacific western sunsets

Around six ish

"It's not a good time"

Most declare, if they dared pick up

But 8 out of over a hundred calls

Succeed

The rest are answering machines

Hanging up

My computer's got your number

Disconnected no longer in use

Learn by repetition

"Can you spare any time?

To answer some questions"

Customer satisfactions

Answering machines never had

The answers for this survey

In front of me

I recite verbatim

To fill the quota

Just need one every thirty

Or oneself to

"Feel"

Opinions opinionate

"Leave something brief after the beep..."

Hello can you hear me?

Are you complete?
Aug 2017 · 226
Poppers
Butch Decatoria Aug 2017
Poppers and pour homme

Video head crisp

And clean

Thirty three...

Ol' boy's first whiff and whippets

Little balloons

Shaped like eggplant lungs...

Easy now

Inhale until it's banana peel

Flaccid...

Laughable word

Whole situation absurd.

...

Now that I'm cut

Body bait

In a glass house

Of men

Stuffed like a clown car

Their fat lip smiles

Artificial

Canine rictus

Taking whiffs

Smelling blood

In the humid beach air...

It smells like a boy's

First play date

First of everything

Daddy fox hole slings

Party N Play

With favors and favors old men

But I was thirty three

But I was the bait...

It smells like Dolce

And Gabana

Cabana boys and

Poppers.
Aug 2017 · 249
Understanding.
Butch Decatoria Aug 2017
It’s an invisible string

Love is

The unspoken language between us

That words misunderstand.

It’s the tie that binds

Our unspoken

Conversations

Understanding.

(The look).
Aug 2017 · 246
Untitled
Butch Decatoria Aug 2017
I've been gone too long,
Away from the heat of equatorial suns
Motherland islands of my birth
I'm a foster child, Americana
In the excess of her privileges
I've grown accustomed to milk & honey
Though without her wealth
Lacking big love and money
I'm no longer so native
My skin has turned pale
I've been away for so long
I'm dying here
Sunburnt and food poisoning
Oy Americano! you're too white boyish
Won't survive our ways
As always I never could fit in
Can't find where I belong
Got nothing but certainty where I go
Knowing afterlife I'll love the glow...
Aug 2017 · 319
Incarceration (10w)
Butch Decatoria Aug 2017
Here in a lifeless Limbo, while the world all alive!
Aug 2017 · 282
Call Center (Senryu)
Butch Decatoria Aug 2017
Survey space office

Headset monitor keyboard

Hello Respondents?
This poem is dedicated to those holding it down at SSI. will you take my survey?? Peace.
Aug 2017 · 197
A Riddle. (10w)
Butch Decatoria Aug 2017
Today is the first and the last day. Just now.
Aug 2017 · 236
Hip hop floetry
Butch Decatoria Aug 2017
Wear the streets as the color of your skin

Some mostly see the ghetto

Or a jungle,

Watch what happens when you call me monkey...

These fists!

But when you look upon me as a friend

(Open hands clap clap

Secret handshake)

What Ev's to the "man" you work for

Let's kick it in your whip

Have the bass bounce off our teeth

It's all good to see you too

Let's keep the good ripples lit

Smile positively genuine

Groove and rolling down the street

We mean no harm

Just

AX  

No body gives a ****

Hip to game

Hop over the chain

This is the future, can't deny me mines...

Better be quick with wit

The Smarts no ****

Yet true to thine shine

Living loving

Floetry...
Aug 2017 · 186
Of.
Butch Decatoria Aug 2017
Of.
He is more than a name

A candle is more than its flame,

We can be much the same

Not playing the game blame

We are more than individual

Two beget One breathing visual

Now recognize no shame

For their love has a name

*We are children of....
Haves more than a name.
Aug 2017 · 534
POETRY (edit)
Butch Decatoria Aug 2017
1.
Poetry is
Writing what all we felt
When the heart is asked
To translate.

2.
Poetry is
Love,
Made malleable
Through the eyes
Which behold beauty.
Poetry is Life,
The love of life, malleable.
Poetry is meant to be
Touched by
To be moved by
(and with)
Love...

3.
Poetry is
A song of words
A dance of exuberant emotions
A Grace
       Full of gracious
(a)  Lover's kiss.


4.
Poetry is
Jump for joy and stabs of sorrow
Sculptor Singing Sepulchers
Molding nights & days
A mash up
Into one and the same
Something brand new
Reinventing
Recollections

Of / For / To  - You
True blue or Red hot stuff
We lie to believe in
Ourselves
Something better / New
Flower Love Child
You had better
Best believe
Poetry is
                
You.


5.**
It's not what you're looking at,
It's what is seen

What you see / what you feel
In the zeal of heart's appeal

A beautiful up-lifting
To artistic heights

Poetry is
Mortality made miraculous
Charisma and magic
Choreography of verb / Oh's Of nouns

All the world - a profundity
Of Our lives
Whether lost or found

The Love letters / in red envelopes
Your heart
Crowd surfing
Amongst the herd

Blossom bouquets of passions
Poetry is

Quiet and often secret
Kept in the shade
Warmth of the live long days

Or an ode
To the night
Of the empty souls'
Respite

Poetry is...

Your bleeding heart
Shining bright
Grace
An invisible light
Only to be seen
By knowing

One's true
Feelings

Poetry is

A Painting
Of Love's loud moments...

It's not what you gawk at,
But what is gleaned.

Poetry is...
Aug 2017 · 180
Epiphany 1
Butch Decatoria Aug 2017
"Life is a real
                           Dream Come True."
Aug 2017 · 209
A Shoulder.
Butch Decatoria Aug 2017
Go if you must go

Slowly now go

At your heart's pace

With good intentions

Written

Psalms upon your face

Be mindful

Open to listen

Firm with whom you know

You are

If not presently

Then go find yourself then...

If you must

Do so

So do so with love's intention

Then tell me all about it

Even past Tuesday's

I'll be here

I'll be old

But I will still love you enough

To listen.
Aug 2017 · 165
Skeins
Butch Decatoria Aug 2017
The Light is Everlasting

We are connected to the Life

That skeins in our veins

The beating heart

The thinking brain

A soul -mind so bright

In Love singing Alive

Like electricity flabbergasted

By love's brilliance

Shocked back into life

The heart's Pygmalion...

Fingers through the universe

Sunbathing

Feeling the warmth

Of truth.
Aug 2017 · 276
Never.
Butch Decatoria Aug 2017
There's somethin' so familiar

In those far familial brown eyes

An emotion recognized as quite

Quiet and similar and such...

Those familiar acts of making love

Molding mud into a spinning cup

Holding love is not enough

I love you so

To name the night

All faultless stars

In a universe of you.

Inside where such desires cannot hide

Hot as the sun--Our love

You let me be your fire

No promises of forever

Before and After.

Until forever ends...

*Never.
Aug 2017 · 216
Here's Hoping
Butch Decatoria Aug 2017
What motivates us? As a whole? Although one world divided, we are still a species sharing all that we are, with all that our Earth has grown and made, all with what we do,
                even now when we behave not wholly but conflicted and blindly afraid.
                So what motivates mankind then? Or are we all still individuals, living for our own selves, desperation in all our acts, hurriedly worried and lustfully hungry, barely finding purpose only when we are instructed to, like monkey see monkey do.
               How miraculous to also find an identity, when we are made products of our environments, made to consume, purchasing the worth of time by others who choose for us how we should spend it.
               Sadly it is a vicious cycle of conflict and  war, when the hungry grow craving more, our world will be devoured (by the parasite that men become--a world ill from what they do). But as intelligent as we are, there's always a glimmer of hope,
               since we've evolved from harsh prehistoric eras, and learning slowly, from our own climatic mistakes, we may survive just yet. Tread worldly and steady.

Now What should motivate us is the happiness and of betterment, viewing life and living it as precious as the days are few, moving forward with a mindful peace within, to go without. Alive again, then again
                 Learning to create not destroy. This new blue house is our house, for sho'! Now then what experience is best remembered than that of joy?  In Love Together.

Here's hoping until Forever.
Aug 2017 · 197
A Lil Buddha 2 (Constantly)
Butch Decatoria Aug 2017
Engarde!

Constantly

At Odds

Do you trust *no one


Oh no but I do trust

Everyone

A fool's errand

None say

So I say:

"Why live in fear?"

*Constantly...
Aug 2017 · 146
Chi-Raq (repost)
Butch Decatoria Aug 2017
A Buster is busted.

Figuratively.

Mayhap way he speak.

Not just slow

Cuz he got flow

Figured out the Hustle

Keeps on and on and on and...

(An Energizer rabbit's foot.)


"Yo! This Life is Broke!"

(Swisher Blunts stunted Swoosh!)

Busters Is Busted.

Vigorously.     (Or rock-steady kool).

Tommy-guns, Polish

(Head like a hole...)

Our whips.

Our babies.

Our Peeps

The War / The Streets

The Word  itself, asleep...

Sweet Tea at the ready

They're thirsty in

CHi-Raq.
Aug 2017 · 268
HOMILY
Butch Decatoria Aug 2017
After the preaching is

Done-finished

picking at the scabs

Of our guilt,

At week's end / day of rest;

When we almost had it

Bygone

Forgotten

From our minds...

           It's a kinder kin to amnesia

A softer fog of fugue,

A healing art of our brain farts,

Not soaking in shame's

Diminishment

Or stewing in self helps

"Deliver us!"      bow down genuflect

But then again

Here we are together to gather

Uncomplainingly

Complacently listening

Absorbing every lash

Of the metaphorical whip,

To be guided back to good

Such sermons for the flawed

humans that we know

We are -- unworthy...

But willingly we suffer

The word.

Oh how to be just like

The lamb...


So afterwards, when after we've been

Emotionally & verbally punctured

Full of hollow

We are holes unworthy

Of being

Made whole...

Or so, we've been told

"It is written."


So now then let us meet for

homily

After King James harangues us

His version of fellowship,

Let us have verbal

******* with the word.

(Worship)

Perhaps over supping

Or during beer & NFL

Or some blood

Sport

Non-emasculating,

Reminding us how

Weekends roar

And Life is

Worth more

Than the inner wars

We are ourselves

Fighting.

After the sermon,  

Let's have true verbal

*******...

(Without a shred of guilt.)
Jul 2017 · 315
Sige Pa (Go On)
Butch Decatoria Jul 2017
You ain't a bruddah
Me and you ain't from the same muddah
Not Hawaiian but Flipping
Islanders none the same...

So why can't we folk find
Something closer
To a common ground
Even if metaphorically spoken

Why can't I seem to trust you
Knowing we're both
Somewhat bent and broken
But uniquely so

Individually our pasts haunt us,
Still, I get the feeling
That you're playing me
For a fool I know myself to be

But I'm the kindaguy
Who can't help but want to see
The best in most
The bright side of life

But I guess you're right
When you and I were getting high
Can't trust anyone even your own
And now I think I know

What desperations do to those
Who are driven to do as they wilt
But I'm the kindaguy who
Can't stand any more ****

Especially when doing unto
Others I did better than for myself
Thanks for the lesson
It's me I have to help...

*(Good luck in all you do too...sige)
Jul 2017 · 173
HEAT (Tanka)
Butch Decatoria Jul 2017
A hundred degrees
At Eight in August mornings
Sin city can burn
The weak of will to vices
Make moon and wolves come running.
Jul 2017 · 218
A Lil Buddha
Butch Decatoria Jul 2017
If . . .

Wish The Whole World Would

Be without

Self

Opinion

How lovelier

The Whole

within

Could be

Without.
Jul 2017 · 545
Mystic Soup.
Butch Decatoria Jul 2017
I've been fed with
Alphabet
& crocodile tears
Chicken soup

For the soul
His love inside me
Took
All my human sweat
Tackling
Climbs
Greatest is Everest's
Pinnacle peak

Touching Zen
& Zanadu
Shangri La
At the foot of heaven,
A door to Shambala

The forbidden kingdoms
Spirit realm

In Between
Infinite
The Abslute

Inside is light
A place named perfection
All
Mornings
Forever new

I recall
Being fed upon
A sluice
Draining out the poetry
Of being
Before it is

Spoken
Word
Paints Music :
The emotions' rain
Coloring the pain
A window of thunder

Upon the heart reigns
divinity
Honoring
Life
Far more
Dignified

The eye
Carrying the soul

To where the blue
skies
Upon
oceans' breath

Temperatures
Tuscany temperate
Close to pristine
Before
It's
Go'ne Green

No pollution
& global warming.

And thru baby blue
Windows
Of the soul

Soft comes the clouds
Yet
To be made loud
With thunder
There

Might
Lead to stairs
Upwards

Yon pearly gates
& Nirvana's
Everlasting peace

A grace

The light at first sight
All perfect love
(Upon every face)

Like Smiles from glowing parents
"Welcome to the world"
I promise you, baby
The future of us
Cherished
offspring

You'll not know that sort
Of suffering,
Or dying
Of hunger
Pangs the same as pain
Or hurt that won't go away
Lonely and loveless
More mean than meaning

Promise love child
We live to raise you / up
Happy...

I've been fed with much

The poets'
Mystic soup

A beautiful joy
To learn to slurp it all up
Because Life is
Delicious
& Vicious goes playing coy

I spell my mind
with a why
Without a doubt

Brighter visions
Telling threadbare eyes
Of needles
To Storms / twisters
Not licorice
Twizzler Cylindrical

But cyclone spiral
Of ennui tearful
Otherness

The afterimage of life
Is heaven
next

And she said
"Love me as the earth
Or as the sky
With awakenings
Birth
A mind
No fear of nothing"

For nothing is impossible
Now Then everything
Is more probable

See for yourself
With light
of truth
Seeing you
newly / beginning

Sight farther seeing
With heart made
Doubtless
For believing

In you
Love / soul

ever illumine.

Death goes flesh
When the soul gots leave

The brilliant cries
Spinning
The distant stars
Look
beyond blind
Life & such beliefs

The Tree
The Ladder
The Sun
The Eye
The One

Feed me shine
Our Life
full of Love...
The kind
That shaped me
Into a poet

Spoken word
The poem flies

When the heart opens
Honest as the sun
The dark did not know it

The breath of evergreen poems
The kiss of liquid
Water
Fall
Lagoons

Drinking wisdom
Au naturale

River like the soul
Soul River to have drank

Eternal love's
Je suis

Poetry.

Our alphabet
soup
Awe Life,
Oh cup!
Drink up the hours
Rain for tears
All
waterfall
Showers.

Oh poem of love,
You've got the power!
Rewrite.
Jul 2017 · 454
Knowing...
Butch Decatoria Jul 2017
Without a flicker of thought
No wick or candle flame
To not mind or see the difference
Between the dark and lightning
No mire of self coniditioned fears
Best to know how to believe
When waking up around here

Not knowing is a sieve
Our essense runs out
Best to know how to leave
As we live without doubt
There's nothing left to grieve

Knowing now who and how...
Knowing and not knowing is not the same.
Jul 2017 · 204
Experience 1 (Senryu)
Butch Decatoria Jul 2017
Dolby Surround Sound
High Definition Wide-eyed...
How our lives should feel.
Jul 2017 · 152
Experience 2 (Senryu)
Butch Decatoria Jul 2017
Pay to spend your time
As Life becomes expensive
Illusions aren’t cheap.
Jul 2017 · 148
Man (10w)
Butch Decatoria Jul 2017
Man was "made" to understand. Seeks and learns
To "Know"...
Jul 2017 · 314
Malleable.
Butch Decatoria Jul 2017
Should tomorrow cease to rise
The whole of a life, looking back,
Through mind's eye and memory
The whole of your life a soundtrack

Each hour most loudly heard
The saddest times weigh heavy
But all the songs of your black bird
Should feel light and ready

Never linger down too long
And listen to each your living song
The whole of your life infallible
Here where our souls are malleable

Never linger down too long
Here where every song become
One : Listen with all your being
Two :Awe and look deep with feeling...

Here where Love is malleable.
We hearts of clay still beating.
Jul 2017 · 145
Revision 2 (10w)
Butch Decatoria Jul 2017
Judgements are like sphincters,
And everyone can pinch a loaf.
Jul 2017 · 272
Revision (10w)
Butch Decatoria Jul 2017
I think therefore I know I am.
Without a doubt.
Jul 2017 · 346
Drones (10w)
Butch Decatoria Jul 2017
Should be easy to control,

Yet gamers hold the joystick.
Jul 2017 · 242
Another Rant.
Butch Decatoria Jul 2017
What is the cost?  How high the price?

Our system of hypocrites and capitalize

Purchase a ticket to ride

To this land of milk and honey

Engorged ego and hoaders of paper money

Collectors of dust antiquated lustful for

Antiques

Road show sideshow side *******

Jones having too many itches

Fever is what we teach...

(Freedom is not having

To ask for permission to ...)


Pursuer of happiness be aware

What comes cheap around here

Is just despair,

The cost of elevating

Far from the pains or wanting or cares

Is just another addiction

Legalized

Oh mon frere, we cannot share

What freedoms we give birth

Were conquered long enslaved,

White fathers who scorch the earth

Have new chains, a price to pay

Welcome to the U S of TandA...
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