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

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.

Saturday, December 31, 2011

Cocoon of Thorns




Hello dear friend, explosion suspend,
you know when I need your caress.
Your magic touch, no fight, this much
I know as fire sparks off your undress.

Your smooth, sharp blade, for it I have prayed
to sail smoothy down my flesh
and open a river, with barely a quiver
and create my soul newly fresh.

The pain so divine, the release so sublime
I can declare that I breath once again
For I feared to exhale until upon you I impale
and fall into a satisfying zen.

I long to cocoon in your thorn ridden room
as upon needles of love I abide
this hammock dripping wet, with blood and with sweat
and in this prickly peace I will hide.

Monday, November 21, 2011

Angry Beast



Stupid motherfucking world
I'm so angry for a fight
We try and try to do good
still lay awake at night.

Work our fucking asses off
and our fingers to the bone
then we hear a little ring
bill collectors on the phone.

Then I try to love my wife
cause I really think she rocks
then a self righteous christian
jumps up on his soapbox.

We are going to hell?
How 'bout you Mr. Pharisee?
Go to church on Sunday
but full of hypocrisy.

And then the politicians
Pro-family Yes! my ass
put down the stones ya throwin'
you're in a house made of glass.

I'm just trying to live here, ya'll
leave me and mine in peace
I want to be god lovin
but I'm just a angry beast.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Fu*king Shark Snack



Fuckin' trapped in a box
floatin' on the open sea
sharks swimmin' all around
snappin' hard and fast at me. 

Ain't got nowhere to go
can't go up, only down
my fate to get eaten
an hors d'œuvre before I drown.

And now I just sprung a leak
and the water's rushing cold
the fear done turn to rage
this bullshit's gettin' old.

All you stupid fuckin' sharks
better hope this is your day
cause I'm pissed as holy hell
and you best get out my way.

I'm angry and I'm tired
and I've had all I can take
and at the moment it would feel amazin'
if all your bones I could break.

And I know its mighty ugly
but its hard to give a shit.
when I try to stay afloat
and end up getting hit.

Time and time and time again
over and over til I bleed
what the fuck do you want
my first born? my first seed?

Well kiss my ass you motherfucker
I'm tired of all your praddle
I'll tear you into bits
use your shark fin as my paddle. 

Then I'll have something finally
something that's all mine
I won't owe you all I'm worth
a few pennies and a dime.

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Ying Yang: The Human Condition



I'm a stone cold butch
I'm a scared little child
I'm a quiet introvert
who can go buck wild.

I am full of great love
but can scream in a rage
I'm free as an eagle
yet a bird in a cage.

I'm an agnostic with great faith
I'm a sinner and a saint
I draw the peace symbol
and I wear war paint.

I cry until I laugh
then I laugh until I cry
I look  to take my life
then I fight not to die.

I'm a little troublemaker
then dream I'm Superman
cause a little mischief
then save all I can. 

I'm an angel and a devil
just a dirt poor millionaire
I'm a reason for concern
I'm an answer to prayer.

I am that I am. I am me.



Thursday, December 16, 2010

Smashing



I'm smashing into you 
while beholding your face
the perfection, the moment
the passion embrace.

And I melt into you
and finally feel whole
cause you saw inside of me
my own boyish soul.

And in your eyes I see home
like a prodigal child
I am safe once again
and in love I am wild.

My lips touch yours
until the end of all time
for our souls interlock
as our hearts intertwine.