.down.in.between.

.down.in.between.

he parted the sea,

got down in between.

made everything soaking wet,

like they just left the beach. 

together then apart,

toes high and back arched. 

apart then together, 

they folded into one another.

super thick, 

like a vanilla caramel shake.

and two times as delicious. 

those curvy, luscious precious thangs.

they're drenched.

what slippery slopes we've travelled. 

plenty left unseen, 

down in between. 

Butterypoetry2017

.question.marks.

.question.marks.

You bomb them.

They bomb you.

They bomb them.

You bomb them.

 You bomb you.

 They bomb you.

Everybody loses.

Everybody hurts.

Why aren't we teaching peace? 

Why aren't we teaching love?

Why aren't we teaching patience? 

Why aren't we teaching kindness?

Why does everyone hate everyone?

Why aren't we just loving each other?

Why do you want to hurt each other so bad?

When will it end?

please just love each other. 

 All we are saying is give peace a chance. 

All we are saying is give peace a chance. 

All we are saying is give peace a chance.

butterypoetry2017

.letter.to.an.addict.

Letter to an addict.

you are not who you say you are. you are not who you used to be. When did it become about being a thief, living for the next high and mixing this with that? when did it become about being sneaky and constantly trying to pull the wool over somebody..anybody.. EVERYBODY's eyes? when did you stop being unique and become another sheep? living for the next high...or should i say dying? became someone who just wants to fit in and makes the wrong choices. becoming someone that no one trusts and everyone watches every move. you became someone who thinks they are one step ahead of everyone and smarter than everyone. you became someone who plays mind games. someone i've lost sleep over. you've became someone i can no longer care about because you don't care about yourself. am i judging you? no. do i still love you? yes. am i over this monster you have become? absolutely. if you choose to make drugs your life, trickery and fuckery what you are about, leave me the hell out. there are other ways to handle pain. i dont hate you. i feel sorry for you and i hope that one day you will be able to come from underneath the cloud that is addiction. i hope that one day your pains hurt you less and you can move on from your excuses. i hope that you will one day be able to reclaim the life that is rightfully yours and stop being controlled by a substance. i pray that you are given the time before it's too late and you are gone. before you slip between life's fingers. before you are six feet under and just a memory. i'll pray for you but i'm done losing sleep for you.

xx- to every addict in my life and in your life too.

peace and love.

.bare.necessities.

.Bare necessities.

Mama never had a surplus.
Was just bare necessities.

Daddy only ever took the bus.
Subpar was the best indeed.

Used to fight just to eat.
Infested mattress and dirty sheets.

Lots of yelling and daddy hit her hard..
Our lights are out but mama she sees stars.

Then we gone.
With just the clothes we had on.

Was just bare necessities.
Mama ain't have surplus.

(Not my truth but somebody's.)

butterypoetry2017

Hempy Hashmas

Hempy Hashmas

T'was the dab before Hashmas and all through the house, not a stoner was burning not even a half ounce. 

Those tokers were burned out all snug in their beds, while visions of doja nugs danced 'round with dreadheads.

 Then out near the bong, there arose such a clatter. I sprang from my bed to see a glob of clear shatter!!!

It was Dank Skunkius with his little stash of baked hash, his fatty joint that shook when he laughed droppin remainders of hash ash.

 He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work and filled all the bongs. Reloading Wacky tabacky, wax pens, dabs all the night long. 

The ganja leaves were all smoking by the bongchimney with care, in hopes that each stoner would hotbox and get lifted straight up in the air.

Then replacing dead Bics and rolling up fresh wax and kiefer dipped joints, he twisted up his fat stash sack of stoner cool points. 

And I heard him exclaim as he toked and pulled the Cannabus out of sight, "HEMPY Hashmas to all and to all a good flight!!!"

Butterypoetry2016

.this.will.be.televised.

.this.will.be.televised.

You're surprised that the media is full of deception and lies??

We been told you this revolution would NOT be televised, we been told you this revolution would NOT be televised. 

On Thanksgiving week, while you were enjoying turkeys and pies, Natives were still being shot with water cannons and grenades for protecting where something sacred resides...

You missed that though right? We been told you this revolution would NOT be televised. 

America's new 'Massa' liked his boys white, arms raised and all cloaked cept their eyes...

No big surprise there but we BEEN TOLD you this revolution would not be televised. 

Everyone's got smart phones but too dumb to see the repeated history.

Twerkin for likes, dog filters, no career but stay switchin Peruvian bundles.. it's a mystery. 

Even when we try to televised it, it's dismissed, acquitted or altered. Cost of a colored life? Depends on how much the judge was paid to faulter.

Keep your eyes on the prize. Don't believe the lies. Whatever they do.. they WON'T stop this revolution from becoming televised. 

-butterypoetry2016

.folding me.

.folding me.

 

While holding me,
You start folding me...

 

Take one long, lanky arm
And pull me close to you.

       

Fold me into you.

I'm surrounded by your warm embrace.

 You envelope me.

                  

As if I was an important letter,
Waiting for the postman to come.

       

This hold makes me feel
Extremely delicious.

     

When you kiss me here
then there and everywhere...

 

Nothing else in this world,          

 seems to compare

 

I'm rubbing your back and you are rubbing our feet together.

 

It's a very special kind of closeness
That we share with one another.

 

Nothing compares
To how I feel when I'm there.

 

Folded, sealed with a kiss and enveloped.
From head to toe.

 

Gently caressed.

The feeling is the best.

 

My head, your chest.

 I've just about released all my stress

.

When you fold me, you're the very best.

  I can attest, way better than the rest.

 

As the lights dim in this place,
Please never release me from your embrace.

 

Fold me, hold me, control me and as we embrace, let's lie here and "just be".

©Butteryevil 2014

 

.red.

.red.

.red.

hot

sexy

boiling pot

scarlet letter

sultry

spicy

fiery

saucy

tantalizing piece of...

red velvet cake 

she moves and shakes it.

shake it don't break it..

cuz ya mama and daddy made it.

shakes it like a red nose pit bull. 

red puckered lips, 

leave tender luscious lip prints

on your red hot heart. 

embrace what makes your heart race.

hot to the touch

can't get enough ..

the sex pot. 

third degree burns cuz she's hot.

red lips blow kisses to the wind,

because that's all she's got.

she leaves you in a fiery burning knot.

little miss red hot sultry fire sexpot. 

©butteryevil2014

.solitude.

Solitude

Just because someone chooses to be in solitude..

Chooses to be alone..

Chooses to be their own company...

That doesn't make them lonely.

Maybe they're meditating. 

Maybe they're praying.

Maybe they like themselves as their own company. 

Maybe they're sorting through their thoughts. 

Maybe they're choosing to have no distractions.

Maybe the company they want to keep is thousands of miles out of reach.

Maybe they're figuring out how to cure the currently incurable diseases. 

They don't necessarily NEED your pity nor attention. 

They're probably enjoying life.

They're probably just fine.

Maybe they're just sitting on the dock of the bay..

Watching life's tides roll away.

Maybe...They're actually really happy.

Maybe..just maybe.

There's nothing wrong with solitude.

©Butteryevil 2014

.nappy, kinky, curly.

.nappy, kinky, curly.

be nappy, be kinky, be curly!
hell, be nappy, kinky AND curly!

my Queens and Kings!
society has told you, that you are NOT worthy of your crown.
that crown that the Man up high has handed down.

society has told you that thin frames, fair skin and straight hair is the truth!
instilling self-hatred, self-doubt, and loathing into our dark skinned youth. 

at the tender age of two, i was subject to these subliminal messages.
naps, kinks and curls, breaking off combs and hard bristle brushes

mama perming my hair, damn near straight out the womb...
because it was too nappy..
too kinky...
too curly!

countless hours, straightening with a hot comb at the kitchen stove, 
then out the door to church, weekly, we drove.

countless hours, spent between mama's knees, 
gettin' those naps, kinks and curls, bent, then pressed and teased.

hours spent gluing in, braiding in, sewing in....
the fakeness that costs more than it's worth in the end. 

society has told you, if it ain't white, it ain't right.
please know that being of a darker complexion is alright!

hold your head up high!
tell them liars, they a lie!!

but young lady, young man! you must know your worth! 
these are blessings the Lord has given you from birth!

see my nappy, kinky,curly hair, left untamed,
naturally resembles something close to the lion's mane. 

listen black girls, your hair is a living breathing being.
patience is a virtue, and seeing is believing.

like a deeply rooted tree,
black women can have the longest of long hair,
all that's needed is the proper attention, love, and care. 

can i touch your hair?
awkward stares 
please don't put your hand near there. 

see my naps and kinks and curls ..
they are a little bit more than out of this world!

i'm proud to be nap-tural!

i now see the lengthening..
we strove to get by straightening...
happens without doing a single solitary..damn thing! 

you can be nappy!
kinky!
curly!

wear your crown proud!

i'm nappy, i'm kinky, i'm curly..
and i'm nap-turally loud!!

©Butteryevil2013

.came.thinking.

.came.thinking.

i came thinking.

thinking about him.

at least six to seven..

completely soft.

i came thinking..

about the way

his hands idley lingered

making a trail down my body.

i came thinking..

about when he first

moved his head around

playfully tapping my kitty 

rubbing and touching then..

entered me

i came thinking..

recalling the feeling, 

the stretching, the moaning, the holding.

thinking..

remembering.

i came thinking ..

about that moment.

when i came, 

when he came in me.

when we came.

i came thinking..

about pussy lips,

squeezing sweet nectar

from the tip..

deep inside he slips,

drip after drip..

i came thinking...

that in due time, 

i'll do a lot more cumming then thinking.

i came. 

©Butteryevil2013

.disappear.

.dis·ap·pear.

you know..it's really not that hard to disappear.

faded away to the blackness.

find a way to have less.

don't make new friends and drift away from those you made.

fade away disappear.

start over.

pretend you were never here.

or never there.

move on, now the worries are gone.

do a name and phone number change..

nothing remains the same.

tweak your resume, seek a new profession.

meet new people, start over.

become the hostess not the wall flower.

hold wine and cheese parties with new faces,

new embraces..

excluding the graceless. 

wander into wilderness.

go off the grid.

become a new you,

learn to stay true.

disappear. 

have no responsibilities. 

fade away.

let go of petty things.

start over. 

stop being so shy.

break the cocoon, become a butterfly.

wave and smile at passers by.

live for today and not tomorrow.

forget yesterday.

pretend you were never there or here.

disappear. 

©Butteryevil2013

.love affair.

loosely based off of a movie called "28 hotel rooms"

please enjoy.

.love affair.

intertwined

his legs and mine..

in this love affair.

feels so wrong.. 

but it feels so right,

as we book these familiar flights.

no girlfriend, husband, or child

could slow down our mattress miles.

familiar smiles and sounds surround

our silly drunkin' wine nights go down. 

running through the hotel, playin tag

scoopin' me up against him

like a cherished louis vuitton bag. 

rooms change.

sheets change.

but the still the sex remains the same

28 rooms..

1 womb. 

seed fulfilled a husband's plea. 

torn between the two,

no room for sympathy. 

you married your girlfriend

but you want me divorced?

the sound of this argument,

ridiculous of course. 

I will never leave him,

I thought this was clear.

The thought pains you, 

you punch a wall, in tears.

The time we have,

let's cherish each moment.

after hotel keys are returned,

a longing for home hits. 

Missing daughter's hugs

and husband's jazzy tunes.

All though I love the both of them,

my love, I will see you again soon. 

keepin' this love alive,

until my well runs dry. 

in this love affair, 

his legs and mine,

intertwined.

©Butteryevil2013

.teeth.

teeth.

what does the tooth fairy do with all those baby teeth?

does she make them into a very nice condo and put it near front street?

maybe she drops them in the ocean..

a giant wishing well for her to make a wish of her very own.

what if they recharge her fairy wand to continue her flights through the night.

maybe she delivers them to outerspace to sparkle clearly deep into the night's light.

what does the tooth fairy do with all those teeth?

maybe it is a secret for her alone to keep.

teeth.

©Butteryevil2013

.homework.

.homework.

nothing is cleaner
than my apartment after
ignored homework waits

©Butteryevil2013

.barefeet.

.bare feet.

as i was strolling down the street,
i peeped a woman with bare feet.

looking for some friends to meet,
left foot then ..right foot touched concrete.

she wore a long hippie skirt
and some flowers in her hair.

but my eyes were fixated on her feet..
to which continued to meet the ground bare.

was a beautiful sight,
never seen anything like it.

choosing to be come one with nature
it didn't appear to seem that she minded.

walking down the busy college boulevard
she smiled and waved about.

with her positive presence,
most people could only point or shout.

she didn't shy away or hide from those she'd meet,
the fact that she was walking the street by choice with bare feet.

©Butteryevil2013

.the still.

to:Ms. Kimberlynne

.the still.

i'm a city girl living for the city thrill.
partying, laughing, and ability to be really chill.
travelled to a place to meet a man.
spur of the moment with years ahead planned.
in a quiet colorless room we lay in a colorless bed.
not one picture in sight
too may thoughts and emotions buzzing through my head.

it was silent, it was still.

couldn't quiet my mind's noise, too real.
it was quiet, could hear a pin drop.
the best students are those who listen.
the best teachers are those who are students.
quiet your brains roaring thoughts.

seek the quiet.
crave the still.

dwell in the silent.
be quiet.

in the still.

shh.
listen.
silence.

still.

©Butteryevil2013

.tears.

.tears.

burn
from inside
to the core
want to hide
hate the pain
feel the rain
burn
hate the pain
here comes the storm
then all that is left is tears
tears

©Butteryevil2013

.taking.flight.

.taking flight.

flying dreams.
flying nightmares.
i'm not afraid to take flights.
i'm not afraid of heights.
i'm afraid of falling.
i'm afraid of failing.
holding to the balloons tightly,
i lift off!
scared of the path i will end up on,
i hand away some of them.
my feet reconnect with the ground.
waking up with wrists aching,
tightened grip..
extended passed dreams it seems.
i'm not afraid of heights.
i'm afraid of falling.
i'm not afraid to take flights.
flying nightmares.
flying dreams.

©Butteryevil2013

.the.point.

The Point

So...what would be the point?

You know..of all the shyt that you do?

You should know after all these years..

I can see right through you.

The smile, the talk, and even the way you do your hair

I know everything there is to know about the person under there.

This facade that you put up.

You are only hiding from yourself.

Just pretending to be who you aren't.

So someone will say "she so fresh ta def!"

Can you be a likeable person,

Without coming off so fake?

Although it would be greatly appreciated,

The choice is yours to make.

If not for yourself, can you change for me?

You make my heart hurt,

Just by how you chose to be.

I can not change you.

I can only ask that you think before you speak.

Why do I ask?

Because..dear mama, this isn't how you taught ME to be.

butteryevil2005