Comments on: Butterflies Are Free!! http://binaguptapoetry.com/butterflies-are-free-349.htm Mon, 30 Jan 2012 16:13:36 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: Carl Stoynoff http://binaguptapoetry.com/butterflies-are-free-349.htm/comment-page-1#comment-1007 Carl Stoynoff Sat, 10 Apr 2010 14:19:05 +0000 http://binaguptapoetry.com/butterflies-are-free-349.htm#comment-1007 Mirror Mirror You see what others do not...Wonderful Carl Mirror Mirror

You see what others do not…Wonderful

Carl

]]> By: Bina Gupta http://binaguptapoetry.com/butterflies-are-free-349.htm/comment-page-1#comment-1003 Bina Gupta Wed, 07 Apr 2010 15:10:10 +0000 http://binaguptapoetry.com/butterflies-are-free-349.htm#comment-1003 carl: this ws awesome loved it to bits! carl: this ws awesome
loved it to bits!

]]> By: Carl Stoynoff http://binaguptapoetry.com/butterflies-are-free-349.htm/comment-page-1#comment-1002 Carl Stoynoff Wed, 07 Apr 2010 13:03:26 +0000 http://binaguptapoetry.com/butterflies-are-free-349.htm#comment-1002 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. 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.

]]> By: Carl Stoynoff http://binaguptapoetry.com/butterflies-are-free-349.htm/comment-page-1#comment-653 Carl Stoynoff Thu, 19 Mar 2009 11:17:32 +0000 http://binaguptapoetry.com/butterflies-are-free-349.htm#comment-653 Life's about chasing butterflies...not catching them. Carl Stoynoff Life’s about chasing butterflies…not catching them.

Carl Stoynoff

]]> By: Carl Stoynoff http://binaguptapoetry.com/butterflies-are-free-349.htm/comment-page-1#comment-652 Carl Stoynoff Mon, 09 Feb 2009 12:59:54 +0000 http://binaguptapoetry.com/butterflies-are-free-349.htm#comment-652 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 Shakespere 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
Shakespere

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