Crow Gutted

And put it into the quiet long summer's grass
Where it is safe from the wheel of life
Where it can maybe slow its heart beat
And all I do is wring my hands,
Lift up my arms, cast spells
Eyes brimming with tears
"You'll be OK, You'll be OK
Your heart will stop and you'll fly away
Into the white clouds where the winds carry the voices that pray
For some relief to come as fast as God's Earth winds can take those
Gone today into God's destiny, his Fate, his opportune moments
Without doubt blown, or just an off-switch turned like a tired trucker changes
The remote control

Pain comes and goes
Pleasure is fleeting - in vain or with luck to catch
On a holy mountain peak where exits a sinners pub
Cynically not caring
So weary gone is daring
Except the odd temper flaring
Even the undertaker does not dress for "the occasion" here -
He sits in the lonesome corner playing patience and
Nobody there cares whether he looks up with penny filled eyes -
There's no surprise
For some a Fuck the World and All It Meant
The rest found with ecstasy its meaning and went the wrong road (UNFINISHED)

AJ Buttle 2010

poem/ideas no.1

My brother is a psychopath,
He watches the room squirm when he puts out his cigarette on his best friend's forehead
And throws his Blonde Hair back and laughter gushes forth
Like the blood he has spilt since his little heart began to beat
He spits on the beggar and the baron alike
He cares not who he hurts
He has bitten lots of ears off

We were driving up the motorway
Causing crashes wherever we went
But God saw us through
We were his tool
Speeding into oncoming monster rigs
Like a fearsome metal bird we flew
Cruising over 130mph his gold tooth mirrored me sat beside him
I said slow down
But he just laughed so much

At that moment he didn't scare me
But then he looked across at me with smile cruelly bent (serious intent)
And said through me
"You've been with my woman; now we're gonna die"
WITH SHARP STATIC EVERYTHING REDUCES TO SILENCE

AJ Buttle circa. 2005

The Mill & The Cross

Hadn’t planned to climb into the grinding mill again today, the mill I’ve been putting myself through for around twenty years, the mill that grinds and corrodes and tires, the longer it grinds the more weary and sick I increasingly feel. I am wearing myself out until I know not what will happen to me.
He has a pipe coming out of his stomach, a pipe that empties his bladder, a product of a life of drug addiction. He throws his false teeth onto the living room table like the wealthy man tosses his keys.

Power & Glory

Awe-inspiring photo (courtesy of Dale Norris) of lightening over Table Mountain

Candy Hair

Your candy hair spellbinding with the tall grasses,
And all the mixed ungerminated Seeds of Life.
The Strong pushes up against the weaker,
Two Lovers enter their own intimate world,
Two lovers cry out at their peak of Life.

AJ Buttle June 2010

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