butterfly

Butter flys are souls , flying through heavenly earth - e.webb

Butter-flys, spread on life make it taste better

Each of this poems buttery letters are covered by its enhancement

The rainbow is the pallet of our seeing life

The gift of life wrapped in a bow 

individuality puts the paint on the canvas , 

what colour is picked is what makes the show 

Life now has its wings to fly 

Coloured to make this visible to the eye

when man gained ableness to self awares 

choice of living then became theirs 

The body that connects both wings together

Embodies the wings with a reason to fly

The body needs norishment to fed its sustain, filling our hunger thats insane

Bread made from mother earths seed

Tastes better when spread over its top Is butter 

Butter that has wings that flutter

Butter flys filling the 'in'

Full up ;  hungrily, in-sane stomachs, 

become soulfully  sane

If you believe that to need proof of this page

Then thus page is part of your chapter of age

The proof is out there in the sky 

your living cant deny its breath 

Living being the air thats in the lungs of death

That winged beauty in essences, soulful might

Is the facts that science is mis guided in its  understanding light

Enlightenment is the inward look into the dark of your unknown self 

The unknown is also the light to understand 

and darkness is denial 

that nights sky dark still shines with stars in style

The brush that paints lifes picture

Needs a hand to make this marriage

Thats the ring on livings finger

Gifts of loves unbroken golden line

time be its wedding carriage

Thats why marriage is churchly based and will always be divine

Gods eye to whom you speak 

is in front,  not above 

for you lovers eyes are a butter fly 

now for them you see them in love

only together do two butter flys chase 

whose beauty is matched to its own embrace

yet they dont love them selfs in that way

for love is the game only two can play

there beauty so high yet they freely fly

no vanity can exist in a mirror less sky

you cant chase your self no mater how hard you try 

eternally is this fact of love

so when you love you heavenly die

the difference being you don't care 

for life with no chase isn't really there

hell be the living that comes from the void, 

loveless life, is the suns glare and fire , turning from god

 to the devils fire 

your body though there, has no beautiful wings 

yet flying above in the chase

you flutter your beautiful wings of love

heaven is living , life filled with love

you fly now with god life now tastes better

heavenly spread with the souls butter