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
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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.
unknown
(pictures from internet- disclaimer)
Chimera meaning : A vain, foolish, or incongruous fancy
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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
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
Free to come and go
Free to spread their wings
Youll come back to me
Cause love like butterflies are free
Originally Published: February 5, 2009
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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
Submitted by Carl Stoynoff on February 9th, 2009 8:59 amAct V – Scene III
Shakespere
Life’s about chasing butterflies…not catching them.
Carl Stoynoff
Submitted by Carl Stoynoff on March 19th, 2009 7:17 amDefeat 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 amcarl: this ws awesome
Submitted by Bina Gupta on April 7th, 2010 11:10 amloved it to bits!
Mirror Mirror
You see what others do not…Wonderful
Carl
Submitted by Carl Stoynoff on April 10th, 2010 10:19 am