Painting By Richard Dadd - For Crazy Jane
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Wednesday 20 January 2010
Brilliant work of Art
Painting By Richard Dadd - For Crazy Jane
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Dedication
Michael John Staples, RIP
Situated nearest in the picture, Incredibly intelligent and intellectual, my best friend, he bravely suffered alone, not telling ANYONE he had Terminal Cancers, died last Summer (2009)
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Monday 18 January 2010
She Is The Gold...
She is the gold shrieking through the Autumn trees,
She is your God, Your Saviour, your Rose Red Blood,
She is the Devil in disguise, the Blood that does Free,
Laughing as she loosens the heavy chains of your mind,
She is that childhood innocence, that fast elusive bolt, truth so hard to find.
And Mummy holds the broken fragments of her thoughts,
And her innocent little child gazing and puzzling,
How goes it
This life?
Do not worry little one,
Your childhood will be free of worry
And complete inside that best liberty.
She is your God, Your Saviour, your Rose Red Blood,
She is the Devil in disguise, the Blood that does Free,
Laughing as she loosens the heavy chains of your mind,
She is that childhood innocence, that fast elusive bolt, truth so hard to find.
And Mummy holds the broken fragments of her thoughts,
And her innocent little child gazing and puzzling,
How goes it
This life?
Do not worry little one,
Your childhood will be free of worry
And complete inside that best liberty.
AJ Buttle Revised 2010
Saturday 9 January 2010
Untitled and Short
"White" has been his choice for days,
No rest nor sleep since Saturday,
Oh, not cantankerous dealings in an oblivious maze?
Not pill-power dominion in a dilapidated daze?
In run down rooms in existence decayed?
Take care
Oh my love to not offend a fractious mind,
For he has the power to enable me to find,
A potent peace with eyelids half closed
Within anaesthetized comfortable Seal Skin.
No rest nor sleep since Saturday,
Oh, not cantankerous dealings in an oblivious maze?
Not pill-power dominion in a dilapidated daze?
In run down rooms in existence decayed?
Take care
Oh my love to not offend a fractious mind,
For he has the power to enable me to find,
A potent peace with eyelids half closed
Within anaesthetized comfortable Seal Skin.
AJ Buttle, Circa 2006
Friday 8 January 2010
Wednesday 6 January 2010
Unity
The sadness I know not how to define,
Myself reflected within, in HIS soul and mind,
Gentle and good, a life without ease,
We need peace to find.
Battered and shattered as a stone in the blue oceans waves,
Respite, and calm to seek, not one of a million knaves.
How to deal and translate the discreet “fear and self-loathing”?
Through age he and I are both intertwined we are failing,
Through taboo there’s nothing to do about our state though that's now ailing.
Yet we can see in each other’s eyes our elemental foundation,
Which upon we still stand though is crumbling,
And all I know is this rock which sustained,
So small wonder the Rock feels a-crumbling.
To say goodbye is to think we die,
I dare not think nor mention.
In sinking deep I need not weep -
Nor seek solace in manic elation.
For I love the man, it’s all that I can,
Don’t ask me to point directions.
For wherever we go the rivers still flow,
And a baby looks to mother in expectation.
And even though in depth we’ve not talked,
His soul and mind I so well I know;
For in our reflections, true this is so,
That he is I and I am he,
It always has been and forever will be.
Myself reflected within, in HIS soul and mind,
Gentle and good, a life without ease,
We need peace to find.
Battered and shattered as a stone in the blue oceans waves,
Respite, and calm to seek, not one of a million knaves.
How to deal and translate the discreet “fear and self-loathing”?
Through age he and I are both intertwined we are failing,
Through taboo there’s nothing to do about our state though that's now ailing.
Yet we can see in each other’s eyes our elemental foundation,
Which upon we still stand though is crumbling,
And all I know is this rock which sustained,
So small wonder the Rock feels a-crumbling.
To say goodbye is to think we die,
I dare not think nor mention.
In sinking deep I need not weep -
Nor seek solace in manic elation.
For I love the man, it’s all that I can,
Don’t ask me to point directions.
For wherever we go the rivers still flow,
And a baby looks to mother in expectation.
And even though in depth we’ve not talked,
His soul and mind I so well I know;
For in our reflections, true this is so,
That he is I and I am he,
It always has been and forever will be.
AJ Buttle 2008
Few Really Know
Nobody knows,
‘cause they come and go in dreams and
Nobody knows,
They’ve never been
To the frozen seas
Where the icemen howl
Night and day,
Beneath the crystallized palest blue
Dawn twilight
Hell is my beloved’s dead ice-glazed eyes
Where life is done
No more surprise
The tears of madness
I can no longer prise
Frozen to her hollowed cheeks,
Wailing for her lost son
Years months n weeks
To never end.
And if you hear the wailing cries
Of a lost soul
Where life is to suffer
To die is the goal,
Can you ever look straight at the
Mischief laughter of the Prankster Children?
Does misery break your soul
Into fragments of a depleted personality?
Hammering and battering with cruel words
In cruel worlds the mind meanders
Into the seas of staring eyes
‘cause they come and go in dreams and
Nobody knows,
They’ve never been
To the frozen seas
Where the icemen howl
Night and day,
Beneath the crystallized palest blue
Dawn twilight
Hell is my beloved’s dead ice-glazed eyes
Where life is done
No more surprise
The tears of madness
I can no longer prise
Frozen to her hollowed cheeks,
Wailing for her lost son
Years months n weeks
To never end.
And if you hear the wailing cries
Of a lost soul
Where life is to suffer
To die is the goal,
Can you ever look straight at the
Mischief laughter of the Prankster Children?
Does misery break your soul
Into fragments of a depleted personality?
Hammering and battering with cruel words
In cruel worlds the mind meanders
Into the seas of staring eyes
AJ Buttle 2006
Knives & Forks
I grieve for the downcast that the decent don't see,
I believe in the desolate that cannot be,
Those who hide from a knock at their ramshackle door,
Whose body lies trembling on a carpetless floor.
A crack and a schism between body and mind,
A Psychic glue in madcap hope seeks to find.
The same that hope and the same that pray,
Distant childhood fade memories of play.
His high is the sun rising in a deep blue sky,
It seems so near yet it's too far to fly,
Bird song delivers dark and light, night and day,
And the urban fox fulfils expectation, scavenge and play.
I cry for the nobodies that the people don't see.
One once an everyman, the christian faith he believed,
Now exists in a madhouse, his days in wonder they start
"Oh Lord, why did you tear my child apart?"
I believe in the desolate that cannot be,
Those who hide from a knock at their ramshackle door,
Whose body lies trembling on a carpetless floor.
A crack and a schism between body and mind,
A Psychic glue in madcap hope seeks to find.
The same that hope and the same that pray,
Distant childhood fade memories of play.
His high is the sun rising in a deep blue sky,
It seems so near yet it's too far to fly,
Bird song delivers dark and light, night and day,
And the urban fox fulfils expectation, scavenge and play.
I cry for the nobodies that the people don't see.
One once an everyman, the christian faith he believed,
Now exists in a madhouse, his days in wonder they start
"Oh Lord, why did you tear my child apart?"
AJ Buttle 2006
A Little Humour A Little Not
Rebuilding with vigour her crumbling house,
Evicting the resident, a solitary mouse,
No time for him to pack his bag,
Not a minute to even smoke a fag.
So off he flees as nature intended -
Soonest gone, fastest mended.
Housewife embarks with her Spring cleaning,
Meaning business while her spider's preening,
Its cobweb created in supreme intricacy
For the little fly for the spiders' tea.
A snail slopes out, his house to slide,
(Maybe a midge might take a ride),
His target a plantlet, fresh leaves to eat,
The snail eats his meal, the plant his meat.
Slug pellets into the garden they go,
Or the man slices his victims with trusty hoe.
In desperate measure they try slide slow away,
For if they survive to return one day.
The strong hold sovereignty over the weak,
As natural is this order is as the love the lonely seek,
This is the earth in its naked death and life,
Nature produced the flower, and gave us the knife.
Evicting the resident, a solitary mouse,
No time for him to pack his bag,
Not a minute to even smoke a fag.
So off he flees as nature intended -
Soonest gone, fastest mended.
Housewife embarks with her Spring cleaning,
Meaning business while her spider's preening,
Its cobweb created in supreme intricacy
For the little fly for the spiders' tea.
A snail slopes out, his house to slide,
(Maybe a midge might take a ride),
His target a plantlet, fresh leaves to eat,
The snail eats his meal, the plant his meat.
Slug pellets into the garden they go,
Or the man slices his victims with trusty hoe.
In desperate measure they try slide slow away,
For if they survive to return one day.
The strong hold sovereignty over the weak,
As natural is this order is as the love the lonely seek,
This is the earth in its naked death and life,
Nature produced the flower, and gave us the knife.
A.J. Buttle 2006
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