Butterflies

I would spin for you a blanket
Out of gold and silver threads
I would let my gentle bosom
Be a pillow for your head
Id caress your perfect body
On a rosy bed at night
Play you love songs on a golden harp
And sing you butterflies
In a diamond-studded chalice
On an emerald-plated tray
I would bring to you sweet nectar
And gifts of bright array
I would paint for you a castle
In a blue and yellow sky
Paint you happy ever after
And paint you butterflies
Chorus:
Butterflies, my heart flutters with the notion
I get high on the wings of sweet emotion
Darling i, I just think of you and I get butterflies
I get close to you and I get butterflies
If only I were magic
I would make the wishes true
I would wave a magic wand
And be in paradise with you
But Im just a girl that loves you
I will love you all my life
But I do have a magic feeling
And it gives me butterflies
Chorus:
Butterflies, my heart flutters with the notion
I get high on the wings of sweet emotion
Darling i, I just think of you and I get butterflies
We should fly away together, you and i
Off to paradise forever, I get high
I get close to you and I get butterflies
I think of you and I get butterflies
Fade:
I will spin for you a blanket out of gold and silver threads
If only I were magic, I would make the wishes true
I would wave a magic wand and be in paradise with you

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Butterflies For Breakfast? (Life Poem)

Butterflies before you sit the final exam,
Butterflies before you go for a job interview,
Butterflies before you ask her out on a date,
Butterflies before you kiss her for the first time,
Butterflies before you propose two will be one,
Butterflies before you meet her family,
Butterflies before you see her all in white,
Butterflies before you make that big speech,
Butterflies before you see that your baby is OK,
Butterflies before you get news from the doctor,
Butterflies before you lose your job again,
Butterflies before you face any little crisis,

But -

No butterflies for breakfast.

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Butterfiles

VERSE
Swallow purple terror candy
Don't forget to breathe
Sickened by the wanting
And drowning from the need
This dichromatic vision
Of one who does not care
To sipping cocktail sedatives
Two months to hide somewhere
CHORUS
Butterflies, Butterflies
Cut the stomach out and hand it over
Butterflies, Butterflies
My heart will be the bridge that-
you walk over
VERSE
The wolf has caught the chicken
And now I feel unsteady
Emotions on the blink again
So kick me when you're ready
Here lies a violet coffin
The death of my control
Along with all my skeletons
They put them in the hole
VERSE
Sickened by the notion
I give myself again
Choking on the bullet, the gun-
thats found a friend
So raise your glass to sorrow
And drink to all the pain
Tie a silver ribbon around
The pieces that remain
CHORUS
Butterflies, Butterflies
Cut the stomach out and hand it over
Butterflies, Butterflies
My heart will be the bridge that-
you walk over

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Butterflies are free

I believe in butterflies

Butterflies are free


Gentle wings


So feathery to touch


So many colours


Able to migrate


To other lands


The gentle butterfly


I believe again


Love, Faith, Truth


Believe no matter what,


you have the power to prevail


Strength, Courage, Honour


Believe the world does have a good heart


Everyone is unique,



in song, dance, culture


Believe in positive thoughts



Time,


The forever, and You



Most of all Butterflies are free, and so are we


Don't be mad, depressed, or suicidal


Believe in a smile, a smile can save a life


Remember Butterflies are free, and so are we


Believe in The magic of the butterfly.

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Granny's Angel

In my grand baby world she
Dream of pink butterflies and
Angel with golden wings playing
And singing sweet lullabies

She dream of sweet sugar plums
And lollipops dancing around her
Head

She dream of fairies, white doves
And pink butterflies
With wings tips of gold

Gold and silver dust sprinkling
Down as they open their wings

She dream of little fairies tickling
Little feet

Her joy shows as her laughter cries
Out
Bouncing around with little fairies
Playing and singing sweet lullabies

Her eyes of blue, as deep as the sky
Looking up at the golden half moon
Hanging so high

Stars of silver and golden threads flickers
Durning the night

Unicorns and fairies playing in a
Field of clovers
With pink ribbons and bows

She dreams of pink butterflies as she lay
In her crib sleeping

Dreaming of sweet nothings
Fairies, butterflies and little
Angels with unicorns in her world

As she sleeps in her little world
Where fantasy is true

Her little sisters and brothers
All angels in heavens

Where her world is all but a beautiful
Dream
As she grow and flourish to be a wife
A mother

And tell her stories to her children in
The future

Dedicated To My Grand Baby Miya

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Insomniac Butterflies...

i can't sleep
upon this
Durban Deep,

my eyes are
butterflies
flying out the
window
from the house
of my heart

i am blind

outside the flowers
are captivating
two insomniac
butterflies

winking, the petals
signify
ultimately the breaking
of four wings

i am blinded by the
absence of
my portions

be the flower of my trust
seduce my butterflies
take them
in the sweetness of
your nectar

their proboscis
upon your bosom
in drunken ecstasy

it is only through this
that i will see
the light of morning again.

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Butterflies

i get butterflies,
when i look into your eyes,
it something i can't explain,
but something i like,
it like i'm high,
because of you,
you became my drug,
i feel good when you're around,
i get butterflies,
when you talk,
your voice is sexy,
i lose sight on reality,
becoming hypotize with your smile,
i miss you for a while,
but, when we together,
everything is better,
than a dream,
it more than it seems,
these butterflies are not going away,
but, in a way it okay.
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1-1-09

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Butterflies Are Free

Dont close your hand
Just close your eyes
And I will stay right by your side
And if this world turns cruel & cold
Look to the skies
Dont you see the truth?
The power of one, the power of two
The power of me loving you
Chorus:
Butterflies are free
Free to come and go
Free to spread their wings
Know that I know
Youll come back to me
Cause love like butterflies are free
You see a light
You hear the call
And if I dont let you fly
I dont know you at all
So go on and roam
See all that you can
Born unto this earth a curious soul
You and you alone
Can make you feel whole
But dont I add truth
Youve never known
Chorus
The tighter the grip
The more youll resist
Its human nature I suppose
But Id rather be surprised by a kiss
Then under your control
Chorus
Free to come and go
Free to spread their wings
Know that I know
Youll come back to me
Cause love like butterflies are free
Chorus
Chorus
Free to come and go
Free to spread their wings
Youll come back to me
Cause love like butterflies are free

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Young Butterflies

Young butterflies,
Please, let your tender wings grow
Before you try to hit the skies
In an attempt to early fly
When the time is not right!
Scared to Hell you would be
If this dangerous endeavor
You would desperately try
When the time
Doesn't seem to be right!

Take my advice
Young butterflies,
I, the humble gardener
Who in my colorful garden
Have seen many like you
Trying to fly for the first time,
Defying the rules of gravity
When the time is not right!

Young butterflies,
Listen to the echo of the wind
And let Mother Nature
Takes its course!
While happily you welcome
The birth of a new sunrise
That would bring hope
To your tender life!

Young butterflies,
Let your wings grow
Until they are ready to flap
And you would be able to fly
And dance in the skies!
Please, young butterflies,
Listen to my humble advice!
Wishing you luck in your first flight!


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She gives me butterflies

Her presence over whelms me
unique and pretty like a butterfly

Yet this butterfly
like a baby bird not ready to fly
taking caterpillar steps and crawling
as a pupa to a butterfly as if she
over protects her self as if shes not
ready to try and catch feelings

It's only often I catch
butterflies but she's one
of the prettiest I'm talking
point blank got it oeriod

She gives me butterflies
but when is she gonna be
the butterfly I groom
she says n way shes ready
but that may change that thought
if I keep it steady

But butterfly I'm ready
when you are come fly to me
or just simply say hi to me

For u give me
butterflies and I cant help
but stare sometimes

Never thought I
would the eye of ur butterflies
but life like a box of chocolate u
never know whats inside
might just be the one that gives
u butterflies

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Loving You Is A Commitment

as you watch TV
I compose another poem
i think about you
as you watch that segment
of a magician turning doves
into air manipulating flowers
to become fragile butterflies
it's the magician that amazes
you to no end
at night before you sleep
you like to mention
those butterflies

tonight i write about a butterfly
turning into a woman
wanting to stay on my hair

i do not like magicians
the magic is dead
but even if you like magic still
i won't tell you what i feel

loving you is a promise
that i will fulfill
perhaps i must start believing
in magic
or else everything becomes
a matter of a
contractual obligation
a matter of loan with a mortgage
as security
where feelings
become irrelevant.

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Loss, Strain Butterflies

He got bad when she got mad
He lowered it one more time and she got even
No one heard a single word
But as the clock ticked from next door I could hear her breathing
I said good morning mr. sun, now I would like you to meet my friend mr. bomb
(he has a house made out of butterflies)
Well I cant sleep sometimes but Ive been told
Its a lonely condition called growing old.
Let me stumble sometimes...
Im looking for someone to cling to, yeah...
So what you think about that?
This time, well it all comes down
To loss and strain and butterflies,
And then it comes right down to me.
Hello, have you been alright?
Did you find a piece of something
Wrapped around the light side of your life
To make you feel better?
Did you get out with your sanity?
Did you save a little something for the people in need?
Did you know with the rain in your pockets, you can change the weather?
Im looking for something to cling to, yeah
Girl, what you think about that?
Well this time, yeah it all comes down
To loss and strain and butterflies
Then it comes right down to me.
Well this time, this time, yeah it all comes down
To loss and strain and butterflies.
Hey yeah yeah, come on down to me...
Is this just the total for the wages of our sins?
Have you made yourself a victim in a game that you cant win?
And are we caving in?
Does it all begin with loss and strain and butterflies?
Does it come right down to me, anymore?
Yeah this time, maybe, does it all come down
To loss and strain and butterflies?
Hey yeah yeah, well...
Come on down to me.

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Loss, Strain & Butterflies

he got bad when she got mad
He lowered it one more time and she got even
No one heard a single word
But as the clock ticked from next door i could hear her breathing
I said "good morning mr. sun, now i would like you to meet my friend mr. bomb
(he has a house made out of butterflies)"
Well i can't sleep sometimes but i've been told
It's a lonely condition called growing old.
Let me stumble sometimes...
I'm looking for someone to cling to, yeah...
So what you think about that?
This time, well it all comes down
To loss and strain and butterflies,
And then it comes right down to me.
Hello, have you been alright?
Did you find a piece of something
Wrapped around the light side of your life
To make you feel better?
Did you get out with your sanity?
Did you save a little something for the people in need?
Did you know with the rain in your pockets, you can change the weather?
I'm looking for something to cling to, yeah
Girl, what you think about that?
Well this time, yeah it all comes down
To loss and strain and butterflies
Then it comes right down to me.
Well this time, this time, yeah it all comes down
To loss and strain and butterflies.
Hey yeah yeah, come on down to me...
Is this just the total for the wages of our sins?
Have you made yourself a victim in a game that you can't win?
And are we caving in?
Does it all begin with loss and strain and butterflies?
Does it come right down to me, anymore?
Yeah this time, maybe, does it all come down
To loss and strain and butterflies?
Hey yeah yeah, well...
Come on down to me.

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Butterfly's Dance

As the wind changes direction
so does my life
never depend on one thing to
last forever
you must make life how you want
it
you must dance with the butterflies
live in the bliss as you dance along
the twists and turn of live never forget
to dance with the butterflies
we dance how we want to no one
tell us how to we make our lives
how we want it to be
we don't have to be told to dance
with the butterflies

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07. Love, what is Love?

love, oh what is love?
flowers in so many shapes and hues
giving sweetness to butterflies and bees
in so many shapes and hues
in the field, a buzz, a joy, these insects
help create another world
another paradise, warm colourful flower garden
for lovers of the world
help spread cheers everywhere
with the sweetness the flowers
where the flowers are, the butterflies, the bees are
where there is love, joy spreads
wide as the field
just look at the butterflies and the bees
how they cheer up the field with their songs and dance

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Purple Roses and Butterflies

She wears her angelic disguise
and surrounded by purple butterflies.
She walks with a bouquet of roses
and a bundle of hugs and kisses.

Now, slowly she strides along the path;
nervous just like solving her math.
She’s ready to meet her destiny,
to spend her future life with me.

Slowly there the butterflies flutter
and the purple roses smells sweeter.
As her purple gown trails down the aisle,
It seems like a hundred mile.

My heart sings and rejoices,
as she offers her trembling hand
whispers to my ear, her sweet voice
as in front of the altar we stand.

Purple roses…
Purple butterflies…
As we make our final solemn vow,
To love each other; then and now…

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And When Some Of The Butterflies Come And Flutter

and when some of the butterflies come fluttering
over my sweet scented jasmines in my garden

i look for the sunlight from the colossal sun
and the enlightenment from the great Pan
and ask what is there left for me to do
the right solution so i may not be also blue

shall i hide my nectar inside my sepal
or shall i open more the colors of my petal
or shall i choose but be one brittle metal?

a caterpillar, younger sister of the butterflies
intervenes upon a feast on one of my leaves says:

hey you, don't be a crab? open up, spread your petals,
go grab the fluttering wings, these are the lonely ones!

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When You Arrive Late In My Life

i was in the garden
chasing some butterflies
my hat on my left hat
the sun was about to set

you called my name and i fell down
the hill the butterflies escaping free

i rose up to see my whole world change
i am limping but i am happy.

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Butterflies, Butterflies

Butterflies they dance
Merrily fly in fields
Dotting fields,
Pink yellow and red are flowers
Flowery butterflies
In beautiful clothes
We play, holding hands around them in fours
And sing, the season's blessings.

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When Suddenly You Came Along (Trijan Refrain)

When suddenly you came along
my whole life had changed,
unexpected my love was strong
life was rearranged
and butterflies dart everywhere
while some bees visit here and there
and butterflies
and butterflies
turn my stomach, I am without care.

When suddenly you came along
I did not know your name,
if to somebody you do belong,
but somehow our love came
your face had grace, your eyes did gleam
and your voice was like a stream
your face had grace,
your face had grace,
and you leapt into each dream.

When suddenly you came along
you were most beautiful
and with you I could not be wrong,
as my whole heart was full
of our great love on each new day
and my heart was happy and gay
of our great love,
of our great love
that not a thing could take away.

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Flutter byes for M ladyChitra

The autumn leaves fall from the trees.
Twirling and dancing in the breeze.
Like ghosts of summer butterflies
although they don’t deceive my eyes.
My poets mind says otherwise.
Transmogrifies them easily,
assisted by their autumn guise.
Into bright coloured butterflies.
Like butterflies they dance and play
but they will fall eventually.
Down to the ground and rot away
And form a mulch to feed each tree.
On which trees live as they should do.
Though for a little while they flew.

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