The Bloke And The Butterfly

Throbbing veins, gushing blood
Sprouting life and a mixed salad
Fury and faith in a measured spew
Guts n Glory and the Goliath is slain

If only u knew what the eyes repent
If only you could destroy hidden treasures
If only desire and selfless attire ,
Meaningless adornment and acquiring treasure,
All drowned........
In a plaintiff summary

The passing train and the waving hand
The bloke wanted to set the butterfly free
Colorful dreams spread their wings
Love takes flight in a paper boat
Surviving usurping and treacherous tides
Live goes on.....the paper boat just gets damp
And then he goes back reminiscing on his childhood
The butterfly net and the golden paddy fields,
The slightest kiss of flapping wings,
And then he opened his eyes ........It was just concrete walls within.

The faint blue sky, or is it  my dreams...
The waving hand or the missing piece
In the last butterfly pinned down to his archives
The bloke lives on, the paper boat stands damp..
His heart is heavy and no butterfly desires.

The Captive Quotient

I have no idea what Im talking about. All the thoughts submerged within. The stranger's door so walking thin. The breeds they fell of the River of Nile and Champions emerged out the mountains so still. Legend, they say is fortitude, albeit, legend is not facts. The truth prevails in a drunken sobriety, what seems to be, may not what seem to be what it is.And the clock tickers into unknown depths, shallow caves are born a theft. Lions and lambs will hold the day, the night it is to the Devil will remain.And never think of what how ****ed up you are, 'coz every one saves for a rainy day and day u know tat wen it rains, never again will you feel the pain. They wash away the burns and wounds but scars remain, swollen and submerged with pride and pain .