nature’s somersault (by Amber)

The flittering wings
from the butterfly
sends little shock waves
over the wires
to your mental gymnastic routine.

Its colors are bold, bright
shimmering against
inspiration found through
other people’s eyes.

On occasion it comes

to rest on my finger

yours,

hers,

his.

Never gave much thought
to the little winged thing

floating in the wind.

Kinda took it for granted…

But damn if I notice

when it doesn’t come

around to give its greeting

on my finger,

yours,

hers,

his.

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Handsome Johnny~ (by Amber)

To say I’ve changed
is an understatement
When one goes from Point A
to Point B
but not in the direct fashion
one will arrive
a little worse for wear
a little more jaded
(if that’s even a remote
possibility)
maybe even a little more
heart smart.

Trying to maintain
the “image”
my “rock-star” status,
well folks, the time
has come for me to say
“I could give
a fuck less”

I’m still me,
I still burn inside
turned the flame
down a little,
bear with me.
Something will light
me up again.

Can’t make promises though.
I’ve broke too many
to honestly hold myself
accountable for future
plans.

Yea, tell me about
that cop-out please.
Tell me I’m better
than that.
Though you know,
I already know that.
It just feels good
to hear it from
someone else
every once in awhile.

On second thought,
I’ve learned some things
from the Masters
(ie: Ginberg, Bukowski, etc.)
it shouldn’t matter
what the masses
think, cause when
that happens,
you’ve sold your soul
to the lowest bidder.