Feelings

(Picture Credit - Tenor)

Feelings of fear, anxiety and hate

Served us well

Back in ancient times

When sabre toothed tigers threatened.

Those adrenaline rushes

Meant that we survived

Through taking flight

Or standing to fight

Like demons.

But in modern times

When physical threats are rare

(Though still too many)

We must Avoid

Such negative emotions.

For Fear can make you

A rabbit in the headlights:

Chronically anxious and depressed.

Or it can turn you

Into a snarling animal,

Snapping at everyone.

On both Arrakis and Earth,

Fear is the mind-killer

And little-death,

To be faced down

And then forgotten.

For we must, I repeat, cast aside

These negative feelings

Of fear and hate.

Instead we need

To nurture

Every budding

Of Love

Joy

Excitement.

We must empathise,

Be compassionate

Sympathetic

And Loving.

Above all,

We must Love.

Paul Butters

© PB 13\4\2019.

How?

(Picture Credit - Quotefancy)

You are right my friend:

The World is full of evil,

Full of inequality

Poverty, crime and fraud.

Of endless cruelty by inhuman humans

Fuelled or fed by drugs

And a lust for Money.

Radicalised robots rampage everywhere,

All brainwashed and conditioned

By social media.

They slump over their mobiles,

Looking for Pokemons

And their next fix.

We know there has to be a better way.

But how can we re-educate

These seething masses?

How can we snap them out

Of their reverie,

Filled by Celebrity

And sugar?

I call myself a Lifist

And Humanist,

As I cherish Life in all its forms – except wasps!

And I Love People

In spite of all their wicked ways.

Love’s Power lingers in my heart.

But how do we get this message across?

In the good olde days

Religions ruled

Through Fear of Hell

And worse.

For Science has changed all that.

People no longer Believe

In Anything

Except Money

And Power.

All You Need is Love

Is what John Lennon said.

So why are we waiting

For people to listen?

Such a simple message

That you know is right:

Love Life.

Paul Butters

© PB 10\4\2019.

Play Those Words

(Picture Credit - National Youth Orchestra by King's Place)

I wake early in the morning

And start to play with words

In my head

Again.

Can’t help myself:

It just happens.

Words are instruments in my orchestra.

Let composition commence!

Alliteration adds to my message

As assonance drops a sonic bong.

Let’s add an occasional rhyme

To help the verse along.

Music from the Muses

Makes me swoon,

Then I click my cursor

And sound-like words

On a mat appear.

Please don’t groan

Or even murmur.

I hear the sparrows

As they twitter and chirp,

While I just sit here

And belch and burp.

I must be addicted

To poetry.

But all I can say is,

That suits me.

Paul Butters

© PB 31\3\2019.

Me, The King

The World is ruled

By massive corporations

And nations.

By Trump, Putin and The Queen.

But I say again:

Only I have ownership of My Life.

For I am The King of My Mind

And, from my point of view,

When I die the Universe Ends.

It does not matter to me

That when I go,

Life goes on.

What use is that

If I’m not here

To see it?

Even now

What do I care

About what goes on

In Ivory Towers

And murky corridors of power?

Maybe it’s my Whisky

Or Autism

That informs me I am King.

And yes I’m being self-centred.

In my Matrix I’m “The One”.

But you’ll get no apology

From me.

Yes, I’ll be polite

And try (a bit) to comply

With rules of etiquette.

But don’t be fooled:

My self esteem keeps growing

As I shake off the shackles

Imposed by a society

That seeks to make most people

Little more than

Corporate slaves.

I may appear to be a “nice man”

But underneath that mask

Is a heart of steel.

For I am The King

Of My Life,
On Planet Paul.

Paul Butters

© PB 30\3\2019.

Death, Afterlife

Death, afterlife?

Sorry

But I think we are ****ed.

Paul Butters

© PB 25\3\2019.