Boletus

Boletus
9-25-12

Butterflies make their way to land upon the boletus
In that I believe that life begins long before the fetus
Believing to have existed somewhere even before my conception
Given wisdom and discernment
To see beyond all deception
Being the cowboy of another exodus
With no need to go anywhere else
With the exception of those beautiful classes
Where I meet my beautiful people
That I need not let go....




Pileus
9-25-12

Butterflies visit my pileus
For its flavor added to the broth
In which I have many stories to tell them
Selling them as merchandise
Of the love in my contribution
In this afterglow of gloaming coming soon
To my eyes that yet rove
As I return to my apartment of mayhem
To play some folk psychedelic rock
And write the following compositions
Dealing with how I feel about her...





Of Cruel Kindness
9-25-12

Oxymorons linger as butterflies
That land upon the basis of truth
In knowing these extreme opposites
That are in no wise contradiction
Of the paradox of peace in the pride
Yet to be humbled through our experience
Of things provided for to test and simulation
To add yet to our faith
These butterflies have forgiven me
In that I caught them in a net as a child
Of oxymorons to come
To know to yet discover me....