It has been said to me
That poetry
Is but Words
And Gobbledygook.

So how can I explain
What poetry is?
It’s something intangible,
An atmosphere,
A spiritual thing.

Poetry is essence,
Touching the soul.
A kind of Magic,
As Queen used to sing.

It makes you tingle
And shudder
And glow.

Much more than a shopping list
Or legal decree
Poetry flows from the heart,
Lyrically lancing
Through space and time
To create a universe
Of bountiful beauty,
Where even the ugliest monstrosity
Is transformed
Into heaven
On Earth.

It saddens me to think
That seemingly soulless people
Miss out
On this.

So all I can do
Is keep on singing,
Carry on writing
In the enduring hope
That one day
They will see the light.

Paul Butters

© PB 2\1\2019.

little people
small people
people full of scars

riddle me people
why the feeble mind ?

why bother time
with your reaper's heart ?

cry with me,
when I read you your tar,

filthy hands, guilty stars
many men, any man-
but yet i see no flowers

nobody's awake at this hour

and i've slowly spent all my
will to live,
i repent the kind man who
sought this thrill to give,

frozen smile, stuck by the clock;
locked in place and stiff,
opened files, an omen dies,
and he spoke with a slight lisp

munching on something
light and crisp,
searching for nothing,
nothing's as vile and sick;

reaching for that one thing-
that gun thing, them rocks and sticks,

how about that sun thing ?
what would a son think,
when he's burdened by the mist,
pretending to be human enough
to pretend that he's amiss,

amidst the chaos and the risks,
forgotten names and letters,
from faces that he don't miss-

and they think it gets better
the more you drink and fish,
so ink yourself a moon, and
buy yourself a letter-
so, you can sin, sing and wish

for some time alone.

It's Halloween
and there are monsters on my ceiling
        there are monsters on my ceiling
                         monsters on my ceiling.

It's Halloween and
there are monsters on my ceiling
               crystals in my breathing
                 monsters on my ceiling
                 monsters on my ceiling.

Halloween and
there are monsters on my ceiling
               crystals in my breathing
        candied flowers in my being
          and monsters on my ceiling
                  monsters on my ceiling.

Wooden dolls and
there are shadows on the walls
                   monster crystal *****
               lines the length of halls,
exhaling flowers as I'm breathing
          and monsters on my ceiling.

It's Halloween
and there are monsters on my ceiling
        there are monsters on my ceiling
                         monsters on my ceiling.

By Arcassin Burnham

Trouble loves to find its way back to your place,
All in your house,
All in your face,
Where the devil plots here and the reaper intervenes,
Where the devil plots here and the reaper intervenes.

Hailing all the way from Florida a black kid with some
Chill, with a lot of enemies he wishes he took the red pill,
Looking for some solidarity and maybe some clarity but I know
That I can't get it anymore, ain't no more heroes left flying with capes
To the heaven's that brings us together even when your sore,
Death tolls take the floor,
Let the Lord wash his hands,
Then Get Back to washing yours,
The laws are raging and it's war,
The prophecy is inescapable for,
Reasons we can't explain and ignore,
Look for the light as it gleams,
Not closer to death than what it seems,
Most of the things in this world would distract to come to
Extents by any means,
Better be swimming through these streams,
Better be knowing what is important,
Ain't a single life that is important than a cultures lifespan that's
Been shortened

Trouble loves to find its way back to your place,
All in your house,
All in your face,
Where the devil plots here and the reaper intervenes,
Where the devil plots here and the reaper intervenes.

by Arcassin Burnham

Bad days , good days,
Their all the same,
just put your feelings all aside for me this time,
your mind , is a weapon ,against the world,
to make a whole new one so divine,
no matter what , no matter what,
I'll always be a guiding force for it to bring me home,
I said no matter what , no matter what,
I'll open up these eyes including the third one alone,
I am special, we all are in this so called reality,
how you gon' blame me when we are all heaven sent?
how you gon' say the most high has white skin?
how you gon' win when you ain't right within?
I get used in this world,
I'm abused in this world,
I'm betrayed in this world,
I'm delayed in this world,
I get the worst advice from my family,
I get hate in this world,
I'm awake in this world,
I've been beat in this world,
cheated in this world,
theres always less love in my energy.

By Arcassin Burnham

If I could find you , I would dine you,
There's no chance that I will,
There's no doubt in my mind that the
good will prevail,
If I could find you , be incline to,
I wouldn't ever decline you,
Pick up every call you swindle my way,
Thats a virtue,
Hopefully I could make it reality,
Doing these sins regardless is penalty,
See the pressure in this life is killing me,
Got a bounty on myself , people out for me,
Over the years made plenty of enemies,
I'm dry to the fact their not as half as me,
Face it , I'm a human being,
Feel like an alien loop landing.

If I could find you , then I'll tell you I'm
glad to be here with you,
I know love is being stored in these clouds,
Like sticky residue,
Sure would be nice to dream of world where
people won't hate you.

By Arcassin Burnham

Many people come with many different
packages,
Some are savages , and some claim to be,
But what you say is distant memory, to
encourage the capacity of idiocy in these
human beings , listening to what they hear,
Are you kidding me?
For example , the white and self-proclaimed
wholesome american could go and blame
the black man with anything they're handling,
Which is why I don't go interracial anymore,
***** that's how I'm feeling,
I'm a anxious 21 year old with no censorship
but I'm surviving,
To get out my words is what I struggle with
on arriving, I'm telling.

By Arcassin Burnham


Ya peeling at my heart here,
I'm ready to retire,
I'm ready to retire,
But more so inspire,
They coming after me with buckets like
I'm on fire,
Like I'm on fire,
I'm hotter than your sire,
If my eyes on the price and my head held down,
They will still take ignorance and I'll still
smile.
And I'll still smile,
I ain't going nowhere , you aint running ****,
Tired of you lames trying to run my ****,
I must be the most hated person in my
city , if I wasn't then I would be living happy with
friends,
Just cant seem to find the real ones, just
ones that pretend,
Bend,
All the rules just to get what they want,
I'm the one that don't end up with happy
endins',
walking around smiling in your face trying to flaunt.

I done had a long day, ain't gonna argue
with you people when I get home.
I was facing battles in my life where I wasn't
really happy with being grown..

And I.
Would like.
To say.
My peace.
With out.
The long.
*** speech.