Butterflies Our Lives

Butterflies and human minds
have you looked at them fly?
insane like drunk and driving
a plane
better yet, a helicopter

oh, look a butterfly, smiles the child,
the "innocent" mind
how many can correct it
swallowtail to be?

with varying colors and
shapes as we
are same
but marked  essentially
different lives
both outside and within
ourselves

butterflies are preyed
most of their lives
and proportioned time not
truly alive

we are but butterflies
in breeze of time

imagine a water drop
landing on us
during our
whimsy
flight

caught by life
on butterfly net or
bare hands
makes massive distinction
on affects, how we translate the life
in our heads

image is bright, colorful flight
in sunshiny day
human conduct is bound by rules
and laws to protect
us from ourselves

otherwise we live in shadows
of our thoughts

did you know that ninety percent of
lepidopterans are in fact moths? 

as per se we must fly
if we open our eyes from
self-deceit

metamorphosis appears only
from child to adult
anything else
is driven from denial

Hurry On

In hurry, I hurry on, like a hurry
never before
as long as I make it round
four corners
of the street of life

hurry,  hurry on to where
from whence
as long as I carry on

who knows where this takes me
the road
as long as I hurry on
on with hurry

through the scattered noise
and motion
filling my head 
going insane

if I don't get along with the hurry
I just be better off dead
if I can't shake off
this life
I hurry on

Cigarettes And Madhouse

In mad rooms
lives but humans
yet enormous through
magnifying glass
unconventionally ordinary,
ordinarily unfit
lifeless but quiet
inert when waking

madness does not have limits
installed, they are

human mind
is compartmentilized
confined with consepts
shackled
controlled by gigantic
watchdogs 

with words rules closed
with locks, codes
to painted notes
crammed in sport arenas
bureaus queuing numbers
grinded into molds
formulas of conduct

human mind -
cover up the worse of it
stuffed and dictated
must keep them up
the appearances
can not, can not, can not

formaldehyde benzene cadmium
carbon and monoxide
that lovely little
nicotine

human mind
I will myself the last one
this will be
I will, I will, i will, will, i