Butterflies Are Free!!

Butterflies Are Free!!

One look measured you my false bon vivant
Short time gain agenda, your nocturnal jaunt

Reinforcing belief, was my magnanimity
Smiling, I let you fall in my eyes, calmly


I loved with every pore n then some more
You partook when necessary and no more


Did you return love, clueless I implored
Enclose me in magic circle, if not more


Head plans, rejects, yet heart hopeful sings
Seeking greenery in burning sand crumbling


Running after out of reach mirages or a chimera
Cherishing not loved ones, alas such was karma

Agreed grass always appears greener on other side
Lets hop on those wings of love that offer US a ride


Realize what you really want. It stops you from
chasing butterflies and puts you to work digging gold.
William Moulton Marston  American, Psychologist

I only ask to be free. The butterflies are free.
Charles Dickens

Love is like a butterfly,
it goes where it pleases
and it pleases wherever it goes.
Love is like a butterfly,
hold it too tight, it’ll crush,
hold it too loose, it’ll fly.

(pictures from internet- disclaimer)

Chimera meaning : A vain, foolish, or incongruous fancy


Butterflies Are Free”
By Debbie Gibson

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

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


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


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


Free to come and go
Free to spread their wings
Youll come back to me
Cause love like butterflies are free


5 Comments for: “Butterflies Are Free!!”

  1. No, no, no, no! Come, let’s away to prison.
    We two alone will sing like birds i’ th’ cage.
    When thou dost ask me blessing, I’ll kneel down
    And ask of thee forgiveness. So we’ll live,
    And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh
    At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues
    Talk of court news; and we’ll talk with them too-
    Who loses and who wins; who’s in, who’s out-
    And take upon ‘s the mystery of things,
    As if we were God’s spies; and we’ll wear out,
    In a wall’d prison, packs and sects of great ones
    That ebb and flow by th’ moon.

    King Lear
    Act V – Scene III

    Submitted by Carl Stoynoff on February 9th, 2009 8:59 am
  2. Life’s about chasing butterflies…not catching them.

    Carl Stoynoff

    Submitted by Carl Stoynoff on March 19th, 2009 7:17 am
  3. Defeat Was In The Victory

    were it not for the blood in my heart
    the temperature of my emotional climate
    would freeze from the ice in my eyes,

    from a frozen Tundra the Sun appeared
    whilst melting my cynical faith in angels
    and made me believe in saving a lost soul

    were it not for the razor edged teeth
    that held onto the throat of the dove
    a broken wing could have soared the Heavens

    from out of my predictions came The End
    of a battle on the killing fields of survival
    with no soldiers left to fight the war

    were it not for the Trojan horse of beauty
    that fooled the minds of everyone’s religion
    the truth would have been seen by blind eyes

    from diamond mines and golden ingots hung
    the temptation of Lucifer’s luring promises
    of life ever after once thine temple falls

    were it not for the weakness of wants and needs
    that drove in shiny golden chariots of fire
    the baptism of oceans of love would have conquered

    from here I stand, a fallen disciple of faith
    in what became of failed promises of loyalty
    when Judas stabbed the reflection in the mirror

    were it not for the blood that my mother bled
    how could I not forgive without understanding
    that the Defeat was truly in the Victory…

    …for a Dove that thought she could fly in a gilded
    cage that has not an open door to the skies.

    …Il mio cuore,
    …la mia anima,
    …il mio angelo

    I wanted to share this with you Bina

    Carl Stoynoff

    We are all Victims of our own demise.

    Submitted by Carl Stoynoff on April 7th, 2010 9:03 am
  4. carl: this ws awesome
    loved it to bits!

    Submitted by Bina Gupta on April 7th, 2010 11:10 am
  5. Mirror Mirror

    You see what others do not…Wonderful


    Submitted by Carl Stoynoff on April 10th, 2010 10:19 am

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