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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=547694" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Butterfly Logic</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">BUTTERFLY LOGIC</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Butterfly logic is the intelligence of beauty. These poems represent my attempts at butterfly logic.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>BUTTERFLY</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the butterfly<br>cannot fly back <br>to the cocoon<br>he grabs thorns <br>from the rose<br>to arm himself</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>BUTTERFLY ANGEL</div><div style="margin:10px 0">butterfly angel<br>soars with infinity<br>no rest stops <br>gliding from <br>blossom to blossom<br>bringing new flowers <br>to her fold to bloom <br>butterfly angel<br>knows <br>shifts into winged ecstasy<br>morphs into woman<br>touching hearts without compromise<br>butterfly angel<br>flies into infinity</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>MAGIC BUTTERFLY</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is the essence <br>of magic<br>for a butterfly<br>to be earthly <br>angel singing<br>watch her<br>spread wings <br>wide<br>as colors <br>magnificent<br>adorn<br>shadows<br>embrace<br>rainbows<br>and me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">UNREPENTANT BUTTERFLY</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I listen to music<br>I think of you<br>aesthetic<br>unrepentant<br>butterfly.<br> <br>there is beauty<br>in those<br>notes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>APPROACHING A FLOWER</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One cannot approach a flower <br>with negligence <br>or short term vision<br>seeing only the petals <br>and not stamen or stem<br>a butterfly sings<br>even flowers must <br>have wings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>YOU CANNOT DRINK THEM</div><div style="margin:10px 0">breasts sculpted on <br>an uneven plane<br>of lust<br>accentuated by eyes <br>full of vice and amour<br>a kitten's lips and tongue<br>that you wish would <br>pay homage to you<br>even though you know<br>kittens only trust themselves<br>and even that is at their<br>own risk<br>the heat pounds through<br>her mental surf<br>opening the doors<br>to the prism of her desires<br>so many colors to her passion<br>and tastes gone wild<br>that excites every sexual prophecy<br>but this kitten is a woman<br>a butterfly who only purrs<br>when she flies and her<br>back is against the wall<br>and her mouth like silence<br>matches her wit and says<br>nothing at all<br>because the moment you <br>have her corralled <br>and you think you have won<br>you have lost poorly<br>and poor losers in love<br>are worse than <br>poor losers in life <br>because they beat their foes<br>with brutality and prayer<br>even though they have lost<br>their love<br>and if you have not caged<br>this butterfly and desire<br>still runs your veins in<br>alcoholic inebriation<br>her persona growing <br>more clearly instead<br>of a slowly fading photograph<br>an impressionist painting emerges<br>turning surreal in the nightfall<br>the fuchsia of your desire<br>is hers to command even <br>as you deftly constrain her<br>with a web of fine silk ropes<br>and once again in your haste<br>to hold her fast you <br>tie slip knots instead <br>of the more harnessing bowie knots<br>and as she slips from your grasp<br>you remember that even <br>though butterflies are liquid<br>you cannot drink them</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>CONVERSATIONS WITH GOD</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If god is nature <br>Or encompasses nature<br>Or created nature<br>Then one must use nature<br>To converse with god<br>Dancing with butterflies<br>And listening to seashells <br>And burning bushes</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>114 REASONS WHY NOT</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You are married to <br>a doctor a fine <br>micro surgeon <br>of some repute.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am but a <br>butterfly salesman<br>nestling beauty<br>from winged <br>creatures.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>TATTOOS OF DESIRE</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your neck <br>the birthplace<br>of desire. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A tattooist <br>looks upon<br>this canvas<br>transfers doves <br>& eccentricity <br>to its lush bend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He paints<br>passion’s evening<br>and a butterfly<br>allowing<br>the nightingale<br>to arch at the nape. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He illustrates<br>– his eyes closed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">kisses lingering…</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>A BUTTERFLY UNVEILS NEW COLORS </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like a butterfly <br>unveiling new wings<br>you show me your colors<br>wings melded of quiet<br>strength and dignity<br>with colors taken <br>from goddess dreams<br>as she sleeps.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>CUPPING THE BUTTERFLY</div><div style="margin:10px 0">he cups the butterfly<br>with crumbling fingers<br>there is no place to hold<br>only cradle in fingers<br>made of tears<br>he loves her<br>and kisses softness<br>and slowly mends<br>with these brittle fingers<br>mends the holes and tatters<br>one at a time</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>KITE FLIER</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You are the butterfly<br>who escaped reason<br>whirling your colors<br>in empathy <br>as your tongue<br>disdains excuses. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">– the room grows darker<br>with her departure</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wander relentless <br>pursuing your silent<br>wing falls<br>drinking deeply<br>at your draught.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">– he follows <br>a desert dream</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While you dance<br>to the music <br>of the wind<br>I fly kites<br>in hopes <br>of distracting you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I could be blind<br>and know you<br>are beautiful.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>IT’S ABOUT BUTTERFLIES</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We were questioned<br>as to whether or not<br>we were sheltering<br>butterflies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Harboring these artistic<br>creatures in our homes<br>as if anything or <br>anyone could capture<br>living gossamer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Long has it been known<br>that the universe of <br>butterflies was <br>powerful and pervasive<br>and extended beyond<br>simple physical life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">People only saw the beginning stages<br>from caterpillar to cocoon to butterfly<br>without realizing that after <br>butterfly there was continuation<br>of life immortal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Larva is Latin for ghost<br>From ghost to ghost.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>AFTER BUTTERFLY</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Have you ever wondered<br>even for the briefest <br>of moments what happens<br>after butterfly? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">© 1998 - 2006 lgjaffe</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Larry+Jaffe">Larry Jaffe</a><div class=q>
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Butterfly logic is the intelligence of beauty. These poems represent my attempts at butterfly logic.


BUTTERFLY

the butterfly
cannot fly back 
to the cocoon
he grabs thorns 
from the rose
to arm himself


BUTTERFLY ANGEL

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