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aSocial Butterfly

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Oh Butterfly,
Trapped in a prison of its own device-
Four walls and a floor made of glass;
comfortably confining, a contradiction.
It stares out at the world through these walls
wishing, pining, hoping for release.
Yet, the release that it desires
comes at time of its own choosing-
It need only spread its wings
and soar towards the heavens;
to the freedom of the skies,
To the saintly touch of another.
But these glass walls magnify the world,
Distorting its view-
Creating monsters that seem bigger and closer
than they really are.
Even though freedom beckons,
Fright holds its wings closed.
Yet, when Fear takes hold
The Lepidoptera need only close its eyes,
feel the breeze from above,
and trust in the power of its lissome wings
to overcome the vast visions
of its self imposed confinement.
So, fair sky Contessa,
Shall you shudder behind glass all your short life,
and watch the fugacious world fade away?
or will you transform your fear into courage
and leave your four walls behind?
trapped no more in a prison of your own device
Oh Butterfly?
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Camelot

Camelot

 Pretty little peacocks

peacock feathers

watching beautiful lies,

displayed as fantasies

on their feather’s eyes.

 

Let us admire our feathers

and watch our life on stage,

while our soul searches for Camelot;

our mind sees but a page.

 

Come now, come all,

to Camelot I go;

the dream of purity

and righteousness I shall know.

 

Tither, tither,

All evil I will forsake;

and never will my quest be ended-

This vow I do make:

 

Never cease cradling the stars,

or reaching for the hand of God.

Camelot, my dear Camelot,

the only place I will trod.

 

Its Virtues I embrace,

insidiously good virtues,

and hold them as my light

Lo, it banishes all the night.

 

And if silent death

shall capture me before

I find my Camelot

and open its door-

 

Then bury me

in my feather’s tears,

so I may dream of Camelot

for the rest of my years.

Poetical Genius, Musical Harp

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Amanda

Poetic Genius~musical harp;
each note, each tune a word.
‘Ere the song is uttered,
a flower blossoms–
‘T Spring once more.
Patter, patter on the heart,
rain reaches fertile soil.
Grow, grow larger than piano keys;
engulf all which pain has killed;
empty churches and ghastly mine fields.

Poetic Genus~musical harp,
enrapture with your tiny tendrils.
‘Ere the first motion finished,
a gentle fawn matures–
‘Tis Summer again.
Golden wheat more abundant
than ocean’s sand.
Hear the sea, the redundant
melancholy, washing footprints
once left by a man
upon the warm unforgiving sand.

Poetic Genius~musical harp,
descend upon the fleeting ground.
‘Ere the last motion ends
a leaf falls to earth–
‘Tis Autumn once again.
Dionysus begins his fruitful reign-
producing the bittersweet fruit.
Oh tender grape;
to consume you is a sin;
Dangling from your twisted vine,
When now did you become divine?

Poetic Genius~musical harp,
persevere through winds of time.
E’er after the song has stopped,
soft snow buries the land–
‘Tis Winter forsooth.
Memories lie dormant,
dead to world is thy youth-
Forgotten is ages past.
Yet ever on will Spring return,
Keeping her harmonious voice.
Silence holds the land in sway,
but it will not last; it will not stay.

Out of the Box

Out of the BoxImage

Don’t put me in the normal box,
my life just ain’t that way.
I rather sit in the rain
watching the fairies play

Don’t put me in the paradox
of a perfect house, 21/2 kids
a dog, a car, soccer lessons, career,
spouse, and hefty mortgage bill,
but no time for happiness
at the end of the day.

Don’t give me a magazine,
with super models bean-pole thin.
I rather have boobs- the real thing,
and a body I’m comfortable in.

Don’t keep me from my dreams
because they might seem a little far,
If only in a midnight pond,
I can reach the stars.

Genetically Modified Food… Is it evil?

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Like many issues that I do not have enough information about to make a stand on, I have been wondering about the Monsanto crusade and where I stand. I started with this article:  http://www.webmd.com/food-recipes/features/are-biotech-foods-safe-to-eat  , and this blog, http://www.stormfront.org/forum/t931416/  and have many more to go before I even begin to understand this issue.

First of all, I am not sure if the issue is A. the company, B. against genetically modified food, C. both.

Genetically modifying food in itself is not evil. Humans have been doing it for a looong while…. but calling it cross breeding for specified trait. Granted it took generations of breeding to get the right expressions, hence changing the genetic makeup ever so slightly each generation (or the expressions of thereof of the genes). So now we have the technology to skip this long tedious process and change the genetic code directly….
Again, this in itself isn’t the “evil” part. I don’t know how the end product is any different than waiting generations for the desired result…but again, I need more information in the form of peer reviewed studies verifying this.

Most of the argument that I have come across one way or another seems to be very emotionally driven.  I don’t like to go on “gut” feelings alone.  So, if you have anything that points either direction, please share.

And The Trees Talk to Me

tree

And the trees talk to me in their whispered voices.
Can’t you hear their plea?
Their roots run deep through Earth and time
Their hearts beat as one
Their Arms reach out to the heavens above
In the palm of their hands, they hold the sun
Their very breath is life.

Yet lonely is this voice,

lost among a forest of humanity.

We heed not their cries. We  listen not to their warnings.
They are dead to us; objects to use- a means to an end.
Yet, I hear their plea;
I feel their pain stretching back generations
“The end is neigh,” they whisper

as they wither away leaf by leaf.

“We hold up the sky,”

“If all of our arms shall fall,

than the Earth shall surely die.”

So, fellow denizen of this planet.

Let us heed their sage words

and curb our selfish desires.

Either we shall live with a few wants

or the Earth shall want for a soul forever.

Fairy’s Ball

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