Some Men

 Some men want to be women,

And some women want to be men.

(Though some have no choice).

Brown girls want to be white,

But pale girls yen for a tan.

Short folk want to be tall,

Yet tall people wish they were short.

Atheists would love to believe,

But Believers yearn for freedom from guilt.

Introverts try to be outgoing,

While Extroverts try to calm down (and be quiet).

So why can’t each one of us

Esteem him or herself

For whatever s\he IS?

Be Proud of Yourself, as you are.

Grasp that Happy Attitude with a smile.

Amen.

Paul Butters

Death Row

 (Picture Credit - Nat Geo TV com)

Being the softy that I am,

I feel sympathy for all those prisoners

On Death Row,

No matter what they’ve done.

But then I reflect that every one of us

Is also on Death Row.

Unless perhaps you are an ancient tree,

Or one of those jellyfish

Who regenerates like Doctor Who.

For Death is inevitable

The moment we are conceived.

I look for ways around this

And only see

An ocean

Of Religious and Spiritual

Speculation.

Paul Butters

Living the Dream

(Picture Credit - Findlayhouse dot com)

When I’m in The Land of Nod

Why do I misunderstand the characters there?

How am I constantly surprised

By what they do?

And shocked at the things that happen?

For they are all creations of my own Subconscious Mind.

It seems the “Conscious” Me is at the mercy

Of the Subconscious Id.

But how can this be?

The Id is part of me

Supposedly.

Yet it’s as if The Id

Is another person

Residing within myself,

Toying with the Conscious Me.
(Is this why some get voices in their heads?).

So is this “waking” Life of ours

But a more orderly, clearer Dream?

A dream created by some Super Id

From which we will awaken soon,

To rise into an even clearer Realm

Called Heaven?

Reality is the strangest thing

When viewed this way.

Yet maybe some day

We’ll understand.

Paul Butters