Butterflies

A world where butterflies

As a creature and a feeling

Are trampled an supressed

A world where man cannot love fellow man

Without being spat upon by man

Angered by his own shallow fears

A world where hunger eats a people

And love spreads deadly disease

Aid goes undone by the wealthy and plastic

A world where God is feared

Unknown, blamed, and held sacred

Our mute prayers unanswered to our deaf ears

A world where quality and quantity are confused

Where cheapness overpowers brotherhood

And truth is hidden more than unknown

Wake up I call to this world

From visions of grandeur

The nightmares are real and I...

I still need the butterflies!

Now that I know the cold
From lack of your hands
How can I ask for your body heat again?
Knowing still that the season demands
that I let you remove it again... again

I may flaunt what you want
But you need my permission Before you proposition
So change your position Or you'll face my opposition

Cause it seems to me
That immaturity Is your specialty
Don't try spreading your seed Anywhere in my vaccinity
Best to save your energy
Cause if you get with me You're gonna need it baby

Never Made Love

I've been on my knees
Been begged, "Baby please"
Been siezed and squeezed
And teased and eased
I've heard all your sleeze
And I aim to please
But I can't appease
All of these "Come to me's"

I've had my hands kissed
Been told I was missed
In my ears hissed
Had a hot hot tryst
Glistened with mist
Made a counting list
Made a hollow fist
I think you get the gist

But I've never made love

I've been made to moan
Changed my tone
Waited by the phone
Heard the radio crone
And the talk shows drone
Been shown, on loan
Had my oats sewn
And chilled to the bone

I've danced in the rain
Parked at Lover's Lane
Kissed a Dane
Ran fingers through mane
Been made insane
Refused to feign
Tried to wane
Felt the pain

But I've never made love

Behind closed doors
Don't ask for more
Cause as the sandy shore
Is like the ocean floor
So's the hollow bore
Of a body's core
That they tore
And left me sore

I've read the text
I've been perplexed
I've been messed
And made real stressed
I've been exed and vexed
Pressed and carressed
And you know what comes next
Although I've had sex

I've never made love
Oh I've never made love

She's Got No Faith in Spring

Pressed flowers in all her books
Hesitation with all her looks
Finds need to save the bloom
Before it meets its doom
A beauty so undeserved
Is best quickly preserved
Before its course is run
And life makes it undone
Sure, the colors fade
From what God had made
Keep the memory pure
Is, to her, allure
Upon winter's icy breath
Finds shelter amidst the death
No calm after the storm
No reaching out for warm
Not one to plant a seed
It will only be a weed
She won't wait for birds to sing
She's got no faith in spring

Real

I'm glad it hurt
'cause now I know
I'm not so hardened
not so hollow

The world sees now
Caring as flaw
Missing love
Feelings raw

But pleasures are not
for those who seek
Fallen tears
are not of the weak

And I'm glad it hurt
Glad I still bleed
Not so hollow
as I once believed