My Humble Opinion and Other Works

Friday, November 17, 2006

The Better I cannot take too literally the thought that someone else is me, though with such kindness, I should show respect for all I know. I must not take too easily another who is not for me, for with such people, I should know to take is fake, and let them go. I would not be the pawn of men and therefore should not make it them, I would give credit where it’s due, but murdered is that man I knew. And due his love is all what he bestowed in riches upon me, for he did see his mother pure, and... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, November 11, 2006

Just Being Me Have we decided that I'm being me? Is this the me that you thought I should be? Is this too sweet? Is this too neat? Would it be me if I served what you eat? Have we decided that I may tell jokes? I thought it me, you know, sans serious yokes. Sans serious frowny towns bossing my days around; I thought it me when I bossed them back down. Have we decided that you may laugh too? I thought it good for us; that's what I do, when life is dumb, and feelings numb, I think to laugh is more... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, October 30, 2006

It doesn't matter how far you walk if you're headed down the wrong road. If you've begun to resemble the horse's butt, then you might want to change. ~ Jennifer Lynn Butler Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, October 29, 2006

Selected Poems by Jennifer Lynn Butler Where is all our love? If she should be the person they said that she had been, her world would be a living hell because he let a hater in. And all were once deceived. And all have lost their way. Because they heard accusing words and sent true hearts to go astray. And where was all our strength? From whom did we such seek? She’s hung an angel o'er the dash where once his tacky garter sash... And where is all our power? From which ore find we steel? The... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, October 27, 2006

Holy Belles Raucous and rambunctious us and flitting to and fro ~ Butterflies and untold lies of what feels good and who we’d know ~ Truth sought out ignoring doubt and careless wayward ways ~ and all because we didn’t hear the preacher in our captive days. We didn’t hear the preacher preach, but saw the pillars tall, but saw the stained glass windows arch upon a holy wall ~ But listened still with quickened hearts to mystery’s voices soar above the din of angels when the sender sought a child’s... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, October 26, 2006

We love the flower when it's bloomed... We love the flower when it's bloomed, yet withered, it is fast entombed, ripped out by root the Dutch swift boot; it has no worth to the lover's eye, the swooning glance, the tender sigh, as bad as weed fast gone to seed and dead to the honest heart's lust for loot. And so we find we wither too when he who loved has lost his mood; thus flowers have but shortened time to bask in sunshine's flattering eye. They soon must find another way, must fertilize... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

For I Am

I am the stolen bloodline Of a former King, And I shall steal my way to you, The ruler of Everything. The price on my head is endless, Forgiveness is never more, For blood of children Stains the way To Wayward Kingdom’s door. I am the stolen children Of all eternity, And as the day is bright and long, So shall the Thief in suffering be. Fri 7/6/2007 6:09 AM When When will I forgive you, Dark One, for calling me what I had not begun?... for forcing me to live with those I hate...... for making... Sign in to see full entry.

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