Dolphins

As with the Sea
The dolphins
With teeth, though playfully
They leap for us.
Even the Wilderness beneath the surface
Of the Seas
Those two-legged devils have dominion
Over thee.

AJ Buttle 30 June 2010

Pessimistic Posting (Section 64,001)

With no elemental role in family,
When you are put upon, the cause of breakdown
When you have no elemental role you are soon lost, unless through
Talent in showing truth through prose or poetry or some scrawling imagery
Feel it razor ripping into shivering flesh forcing me free
(Now I sense family laughter vomit forth for I'm not meant to be.)
And in the future will a new circle of critics hold up your psychic pictures
Of ritual slaughter, unhappiness, love screaming anger
For those with grounded minds to see,
To peruse its potential. to see how it could have been
Blessed with kind kisses by Lover and children
How could he be but how fate dictated?

Fate has flowed like a stream over rocky stones and waterfalls
And with no possibility of parole to be seen
Fate takes me with quickening speed
From the stream to the slow moving deep black river
Holding sharp-toothed shadows
And dappled sun I try to claw at with claws and to follow.

To the wide bleak expanse of the ever opening estuary,
Entering the Sea and then the Oceans,
Where "fishermen of souls", with utmost levity,
"Will they catch me and save me?
Give me succour and company
And some meaning to Be?
Will they see a stark bleakness -
Their gift from Thee -
And toss me back into the ocean
To be lost in the sea?"
A vastness where hungry predators and unexpected sharp words
Crumple my shoulders into deformity.
This, lest I be pulled with love not twisted out of shape through family,
Is my fate and destiny.

AJ Buttle, June 2010

To a dear friend. Now I really do feel narcissistic ;-)

No Name

And in the burning
Brightened night,
Darkened figures of no blind sight
Seeking victims in their bleak respite
Like hunting lambs to eat in sight
Of Statue Mothers by mortal fright -
That sunlit burning brightened night.
Mother Nature, come aid our sad tense lives
And rinse the salt from our darkened eyes.
Where some they live,
Where everybody dies.

A.J Buttle, Unknown

What the fuck am I on about? Pretentious prick. Hm! That's told me!

Another Jolly Ditty...

Let loose the SOS branded upon my arm
Free the crosses scarred onto my hands
Cut out with joy the question mark tattoed with blood
Erase the winding snake down forearm scarred
Make straight my gnarled twisted hand
And take away its sacred scars

With all my past exorcised, and
Thrown with an aged rage into the seas of antiquity
Make a new-born babe, my son, my wife and me
To cradle with cot and blanket, and to see
It look up with twinking eyes to find daddy
And reassurance in so true
A smile of security

And everything again reborn fresh green
The pastures of dawn dew meadow grass
Littered with wilderness of Mother Nature's floral beauty
The long winter was over, vanished and passed
The dark night and days had ceased
The violence within had dispersed
All torment and imbalance melted away

How had this come to pass?
Was this real?
Would it last?
Was it but a dream?
And if a dream more a nightmare
When sleep shattered into this waking
Nightmare that would ever worsen, darken
And my cancerous black mind 'till death would come at last

Untitled

Smiling faces,
Fire hearth home,
Within it all,
Hearts of stone.
Do not communicate with me,
Unless the truth you seek to see,
Night is growing,
Darkness flowing,
Rumbling growing.

Bring me back to the tall green trees,
To the centre of the family I do believe,
Though I return in age and I do see,
In my youth, make me naive.
Take away the robes of filth,
The seedy side, and the truth
I wish to God I never did see.

BoundTogether

What do these sights and sounds mean?
Her eyes shimmering in dream.
Feeling for the innocent,
Scared eyes caught by a car-lights beam

The most terrifying fundamental breakdown,
Bound up to that dark corner of town in her innocent years,
Her friend dances in her shadow in the whitewashed corridors,
Her face burning in beauty
In stark contrast of her loving son off to a new righteous war.

A Shadow on Christmas Eve

Untouched in Innocence and
Adorned in Spring,
Until youthful know-how falls in June.

Then towards experience the stark streets draw near,
Hypnotized by clawing chemist shop traders soon to be fawning:
Business acquaintance high and low, dead and dying.

And July brings working blood-stained concrete corners;
Miss Misery cries with her soft smooth skin to the predator
In his four by four family car.

So Autumn time and red rose petals falling,
And Wintertime draws in and vultures flying,
Over neon-lit working women,
Drawn in rattling desparation to shivering street corners,
To risk existence, lose pride,
Their design a warm and dull and drowsy ride:
Childish dreams of castles and spires and Rapunzel golden hair,
And fair princes upon bended knee in wondrous love and hypnotic stare.

In her corrupted room, the only choice to rise,
Back to work, face made up, an image to despise.

On a Christmas Eve en route to Midnight Mass the good did espy,
A dark form in a dark doorway that she did lie.
Where 18 years' past the Spring did rise -
The Earth and Stars were in her eyes,
On this eve of her 19th year,
Despised and debased, in that dark doorway she gently died.

AJ Buttle (Date Unkown)

A Nightmare I Had One Day

And in that river of degradation were assorted bones
And the assorted bones were a mystery,
Until they gradually began to move together,
And link together like a father links with his daughter
When he gives her away to her beloved,
Incense dreaming and candles showing the way of light,
Lovingly coming together,
Leg bones and arm bones
The tendons and muscle and gristle tightened its grip
Until the bones became one,
Until they became a being of human proportions,
And it rose from the river’s bed,
And beckoned me come into the river,
The icy cold no longer held any fear for me,
I slid down the bank in hypnotic fear-eyed trance,
And danced the dance of death
With the skeleton no one would see but me.
All the walking woman had seen was the lone man
Walk into a Winter’s river icy chill,
He struggled and appeared to embrace something she said,
As he kicked and danced until he went still,
And floated by in once more still waters.

AJ Buttle

INSIDE OUT AT CHRISTMAS 2006

Morphine and nuts,
Second-hand sofas,
A book of explorers,
Fairy lights, hot cinders in the gloom,
TV enlightens the corner of my room, and darkens the space in my head;
Al-Jazeera, the News Conquistadors,
And
Chaotic world and the ice is melting,
The four seasons blending mixing,
Red Campion flowers in the Peak District,
While the seas warm around Northern Europe,
All the better to bathe in May
At John O' Groats and the Faroe Islands.

To the Woman I Truly Love

I love you in your skipping and your sleep
I yearn for your generosity of spirit
I see you in cotton summer dress among the long summer grass
Peppered with the wildest of wild flowers
Chasing each other like innocent children
The summer grass flattening under our hot bodies
Desiring each others closeness
And the slow yet quickening passion would calm us for a while
Just to lie and lazily dream into each others eyes,
Seeing our mutual love, so potent, so true
The essence of living,
It is Love that makes Life worth living
Without Love the grass has dried the trees have died, all meaning has ceased
Head bowed, the need for fresh water has left
The sun fades into dusk and there it will stay

AJ Buttle 2010

Untitled

And that mania flows and flies
Through the longest darkest tunnels drilled through mountains
And over skyscrapers
And above the skies.
Swimming with mermaids through the Seven Sunlit Seas
And Laughing at their vastness as I dive into those dead Oceans
We once lived with and were full of life and strange creatures of the depths.
And that mania flows and flies,
Fluttering with fairies
Fluttering, but then on, and on strong
Nothing shall stop me now
I’m riding for you, and you, and you and you and you (don’t you know?)
And the plants keep on growing
The weeds the beauty flowing
Riding with crack-whip on shooting stars
Riding near yet so far
So close to the edge
That I fly over valleys and hills and fly onwards
Until we drop
Like a stone
A boulder-heavy lead balloon stone.

The Meek Lamb

And in the burning,
Brightened night,
Darkened figures without form,
Of blind sight,
Seeking victims in respite,
Hunting the Lamb to eat in glaring shriek of lightening light,
The Woollen Marble Child in immortal Sight,
Oh, on that sunlit burning brightened night!

Mother Nature, come aid our sad-eyed thoughts,
Rinse the tears from our sadness blackly bought,
Our minds, at one and same in Black and White,
We live through the Angels of either day or night,
Let the Meek Lamb, for once, enjoy the light...

A. J. Buttle 2007 (use as your own if your conscience cares not)

Untitled

And the Tropical Sun and a Rose
And the girls and boys when they froze
No Warm Waters for Thee

And the deepest Seas and the sharp-stoned Streams and
The reflective Black Rivers did turn and amble in ghostly trailing mist
And
Mystical White as an Angelic child
And even so
No Warm Waters for Thee

A. J. Buttle February 2010