BIG BUTCH BARKS BACK


Created for some of the more raw and painful aspects of growing up different. Sometimes angry, sometimes funny, always honest. Sometimes, the language is very harsh because pain is not gentle.

I am determined to chronicle all aspects of living with absolute candor and genuineness. It allows a connection with others at a deep soul level because they see that you understand their struggles when you reveal your own. If you are offended by cursing or expect the beauty you see on my other blog, Whisper Creek, then you may want to avoid this one. This is the very human side of me, the one God plainly sees. It is the part that God is healing. Let that be my witness.

Saturday, March 24, 2012

Falling off the world



The world it turned
And off we fell
Into empty space
Own personal hell

Nothing to hold
Nothing to grab
Not a branch to save me
Not even dirt to stab

There was no up
There was no down
Was I even falling
Would I hit the ground?

Would I ever stop?
Or fall endlessly?
A ghost caught in the suction
Spiritual amputee

Can't say I know the answer
No ending to the rhyme
One day I will know
Somewhere out in time

Fur Night Dreams



I sought a place
to disappear
I didn't know why
I didn't know where

the instinct burned
It begged me go
It hastened now
Quick speed bestow

Shivered shoulders
A watched-feeled back
A hunted prey's worst nightmare
No goosebumps did I lack

Searching quickly
No hiding place find
No weapon to defend
No sweet peace of mind

Listening for my predator
A monster with evil breath
I heard silence loudly trumpeting
As I waited for my death

My heart beat a thousand lives
My mouth dry as desert eve
As the clock ticked away the minutes
For the moment I did believe

In my dreams I had seen the future
The fur the eyes the blood
And I knew that I was next
Fear filled me like a flood

Then finally it arrived
My terror choking hour
Remember me when I die
With a simple sweet white flower

Around the corner it came
The shadow large and pressing
I asked for forgiveness for all my sins
And begged for last rite blessings

Then expecting heaven to say
It is finished, it is written
Walking toward me limping came
A tiny little kitten

Her leg, the fur all matted
The blood mixed with road dust
Her eyes begged for kindness
My heart begged her to trust

For that which had brought me terror
Didn't look so scary now
Just another soul who was broken
And needed me somehow

Friday, March 23, 2012

Six Feet Under Ground


I lost myself somewhere sometime
I crawl so far inside
I don't exist out there anymore
So in the dark I hide

I'm just a tiny piece of dust
Kicked about by the wind
Sucked into an empty vortex
This black hole never to transcend

To the dark I escape
Or Is the night my prison
I search for what is me
Yet I have lost my night vision

Take a step, hit a wall
Turn around and repeat
My face a bloody mess
As I face frustration and defeat

Inside it's dark
Inside it's small
Then I know without a doubt
the sad truth of it all


This place I hide
Praying my soul doth save
Is not my salvation
But my coffin, my grave.

It's not time to die
But this time must live
But I'm tired, so tired
Sweet relief, something please give.

Someone dig me up
Someone let me out
But if I see the sunshine
In fear will I shout?

Release me! Leave me be!
A captive to my fear
Where will I feel like me
Out there or tucked in here?

Will I ever know the answer
Will I ever pass the test
Will I always be bumping into walls
Will I ever feel at rest?

No happy ending
No ever after found
Just fighting to stay above
Six feet under ground.