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T'was the night that shook the darkened sky. thump...thump...thump Illuminating just enough to grasp my mind, That this was no ordinary Halloween's night. Thump...thump...thump That sound, Was it the maze of trees, Whispering a warning? Or merely just the sound, That of a scared heart beat. Thump...thump...thump No, It was far worse than any of those things. Thump...thump...thump It was pounding, Traping me inside. Playing a game that had no ending of good, Only fear inside. THUMP...THUMP...THUMP the pounding grows stronger, Or is it just closer? THUMP...THUMP...THUMP Where are you, you coward who preys!!!! THUMP...THUMP...THUMP... I can hear you, And you know there is no escape!!! THUMP...THUMP...THUMP Are you one, or many!?!?! Who dares to frighten me!!! Keeping me trapped like a rat in a cage!!! Come forth and show your face!!! THUMP!!! THUMP!!! THUMP!!! If I could look back, I would erase all those thoughts, That swirl in the cold, In these trees of a maze. THUMP!!! THUMP!!! THUMP!!! But, Alas... I fear it to be to late. THUMP!!! THUMP!!! TH........ HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!πŸ˜πŸ˜‰


Your heart will always beat in my chest, Your whisper will be the sound of a million smiles, Crossing seas of the worse stress. My heart will rest when I know your home, As I wait, Stirring a fire, To keep you warm. For you to know, The world offers many things, But nothing is worth more, Then feeling your hearts beat. I am home, When your heart beats in my chest. I am home, When I am close to what is worth more, Then this world can offer. . .


Hope you guys have an amazing week ahead!!πŸ‚πŸπŸƒπŸ˜ŠπŸ™‹β€β™‚οΈ


"Tahquamenon Tuesday"😁 I had the privilege of going to the Upper Peninsula, this past weekend with the wonderful @kellyshogren and spend a short, but beautiful stay with her and her family. Unfortunately the autumn colors weren't peaking yet, but still, it was a very beautiful atmosphere. Thanks to all of you who make this a wonderful place to socialize and share my perspectives with you. I am really happy to be back! I am currently in the process of starting a Facebook business page, I call "Feeding your Soul" photography (thank you Kelly for the idea😘) Unfortunately, at this time, I am beyond busy and can't quite get to finishing it. But I'm hoping to in the next month or so. In the meantime, I do have a personal Facebook page up, under Robert Butterson. I'm not on there very much, but if you have a Facebook page, hit me up! I would love to be your friend on there😊 I hope you all had an amazing day today❀


From the unknown. . . That from which we are born. Interestingly enough, Into the unknown we go, When it's time to perish as well. . . But in the between is something unique. The unknown is, a place we learn to take paths, Sometimes good, sometimes not so great. But making the choice is what we live for. . . Making mistakes is how we learn to live. How we breathe? All depends on how we speak. Do we live the good life, Or travel down the bad? Either way you look at it, It always begins, Down the unknown path. . .


It was a short day. . . I could feel the wind nestled between my toes, Like yesterday and the day before, And so on and so fourth. The ducks and geese will begin their descent, As the sun warms their feathers, And the wind sends a message to all their friends. A short day, But one gathered in warmth of the earth's fire. The crisp of the air, The heartbeat of life, Filling the souls desire the feeling of being satisfied. . . It was a short day. . . But one for the books, As the wind nestled between my toes.


The Lily sat upon it's pad, Not daydreaming, Only reflecting on the beauty of the life it has. Soaking up sun rays, Listening to the sound of the song birds parade, All while resting on the calmness of the lakes glass. Reacting to no violence, No sound of distraught. For a Lily knows not these things, Only the beauty and color of which life creates. A beauty that rests deep in the souls of the worst of us, Waiting to escape, Waiting to be like the Lily on the pad, Down by the glass like lake. . .


Though the years had whittled him to nothing more than a heart beat and a breath of stale air. He didn't given up hope, That his Sunshine was out there. . . Somewhere. Time was not on his side, But she was. . . And when he saw her, He realized, Life had only just begun. She was his sunshine, Everything else faded into the night. And when he kissed her lips, Heaven bent, And he lost his breathe. Nothing more can be said, For he found his light. . . He had found his Sunshine. . .


HelloπŸ‘‹ I want to start by apologizing for being rude and disappearing without saying a word. Truth is, when I post pictures on here and write poems that some of you find deep meaning and appreciate, I feel empty inside. I don't have a feeling of hope or love and it can be exhausting and frustrating. I have forgotten the one thing that I need before I can help others. . . and that's to love myself. With that being said, I am taking 2019 off from social media to rediscover myself and will return sometime in 2020. Since being on Instagram, I have had the honor to interact with some amazing people and made some great friends. In the time I'm gone, I'm going to miss all of you who have taken the time to reach out to me and appreciate my work. Your likes and comments are what makes this fun. You guys are all so awesome and I always wish nothing but the best for you guys and gals. I'll leave you with one last poem in the comments that I hope you enjoy. Make 2019 your own!! Conquer your fears and discover something new about yourself. . .that's where I'll be. . .❀


The eye you see, Is the eye that heals. It's lashes branch out, so you may tie a swing, And keep your head in the clouds. So when a bird sings, You can hear the melody, Even if the melody is miles away. The eye is bright, It's sight foresees a future, A future of your choice, To whatever your heart's desire. However you chose, The choice is always yours. For the eye can only foresee, Whatever future you chose to believe. @visitwashingtondc @washingtondc.us


The ship set sail, Long before the storm rolled in. Creating a darkness, With little light, Seeping through, Across the land. And the waves crashed across the shore, Creating a mighty roar of chaos, Yet the beauty of the scene, Never seems to find itself lost. That's because even with bedlam, Life marches on. And with life, There is always light, To shine on the beauty of this world.


The beauty of life starts from the inside, Travels to the center of your world, Searching for a way out. To walk into the light, Glowing with a fascination, Of everything in which it surrounds. But the route is not easy, And often very hard. Because the glowing can only be seen, When you look into a mirror, Into your eyes, And grasp the meaning of your outer beauty. They are all in one, Sparkling with excitement, If only you just let them. Nobody from under the sun can say different, Because your outer beauty is controlled by your inner. And your inner beauty is only magical, If you let it be allowed.


Damn ghost photo bombed my shot on the Washington monument!!. . . πŸ€”. . . or should I say. . . Photon bombed itπŸ˜€πŸ€“πŸ˜œ Have a fantastic weekend, everyone!!πŸ˜ŠπŸ‘‹βœŒ


The future is now, Not yesterday. Focus on the past, And the past will be all you have. Today is when you make your change. Today is when the sun shines on you, Regardless if the sky is grey, Or clouds stand in your way. There is beauty in your stance, Embrace it, Love it, Your future is built in the palm of your hands. @washingtondc.us


The trees. . . The trees that spring the leaves. That wash the body, soul, and mind, They do not take, But give us everything. We are nothing without the trees, Singing a tune deaf to the ear, Breathing air toxic to the lungs to which we carry through the years. I do not care the colors, that produce their life. Nor would I bother to ask, How strong be the branch, That keeps this world from black and white. All we ask is to sit, Underneath their pedestal. While we search this world for answers, And keep hope the world still holds a prayer. The trees. . . The trees that keep our beliefs. So that one day they shade us not of our sun, But of the pain of our thoughts. And listen to our souls, As we bathe in the glory, Of the melody that is their song.


The day the earth stood still, Was the day I missed you. The day I walked, Without having a way. The day the blood in my veins, Reversed from my heart, And cried in the form of a Fall's day. But your voice always carries on, Sending love to me, Making me feel special and strong. And I'll cross many of bridges in life Some very big, Some very small. They will represent another step I take, In a direction of finding who I am, No matter the size or weight. And with you as my guide, I will strive to stop every minute, to let the fresh air take me in. To only see, I've crossed half the bridge, By myself, Making you smile at the person you've created. Not even realizing, You've created another smile, A smile in me. I can stand halfway in any direction, Because you have taught me, In life, The day's come in many shapes and sizes, But there is only one me. And in me, Is you. And forever, I can stand on life's bridge, Holding your hand, Holding the air in the wind.


I see you up there, Monday. . . You don't have to stair at me. . .πŸ€¦β€β™‚οΈπŸ˜


The definition of a friend, Is to hold in this life now and in the next. A friend will be there, Holding your hand, If your stuck or lost, Broken inside and out. Now, not later or when. Sending love from deep within their heart. That is what life is about, That is undeniably a true friend. @only_in_michigan @michiganderthreads


The magic of the autumn season, Isn't the Colors to which sprout from tree to limb. It is the feeling inside the body, Awaking the warmth from our soul. A happiness controlled by thoughts, Not sound. A release from what is real, To the magic of our surroundings. It's like nature shouting at the top of it's lungs, Talking through the air, Not looking for a conversation, But just to let you know, It is there. an experience that leaves a tremble through our veins, Making our heart dance with a beat of wonder. A beat of color, Red like a river of wine. Drink and be found, Let the magic flow from our hearts, To the sound of nature's soul.


And the train keeps a rollin'😁 Happy Sunday!!πŸ‘‹βœŒ @only_in_michigan @michiganderthreads


I hold onto you, So I can breath. If I let go, It's only to reposition my strength. And if I channel all my energy into one moment, That moment is sitting with you on a bench, As the autumn season begins to rest. Watching on as the leaves change, feeling the chill in the air, As we listen to the Wind's parade. And when it begins to rain, I'll cover you with the shelter of my sweatshirt. But we won't move from the bench. For the show isn't over, And we are everything but drenched. Doesn't ever matter what the world throws in our laps, Because You have me, And I have you, Through the Autumn air, There is nothing we will ever lack. #puremichigan #riyets


And the night said to the sky, Hold me in your arms, And I will provide light, So you'll know everything will be just fine.😊 Hello everyone! I'm going to take a 2 or 3 week break from here and focus on some other things that are important to me. I really appreciate all of you who like and comment on my posts, and especially to those of you who like reading my poetry. It really means a lot to me! See you soon!πŸ‘‹ (This is a pic from last Friday in Muskegon Michigan and is my favorite from that night😁) #michiganawesome #puremichiganders #puremittenpride #bns_features #inspiredbymichigan #mittenadventure #puremichigan #mibeachtowns #mittenproud #greatlakesmade #greatlakesproud #water_brilliance #water_perfection #bns_waters #water_captures #wonderearthclub @sunset_madness @unlimitedsunset @sunset_vision @michigansun @only_in_michigan @michiganderthreads @capturingmichigan @michiganunsalted


Surfs Up Dude!!πŸ€™πŸ„πŸ˜ #puremichigan


Went out to Muskegon last night and was not disappointed! I really love Lake Michigan and how moody she can be! Sometimes I stare at her in awe as to how sea like she can be. Happy weekend everyoneπŸ‘‹ #puremichigan @only_in_michigan @michiganderthreads @michiganunsalted


Through shadows we walk, But through the fog, We search. For light, For darkness, For a direction to turn. Not to hurt by the wrongs or the rights, Just simply walk, And enjoy life. The fog is only in our eyes, We are the windshield wipers, Capable of seeing in distances, That of which we desire. And the further we walk, The less thick that of the Fog. Becoming more visible to the world we love.


It's coming. . .πŸ‚πŸƒπŸ @blandfordnaturecenter


I laid awake, In the grassy field. Daydreaming of life, Daydreaming of you. It's been so long, Since I've seen this place. Now I look to the clouds, I look to find your face. And I reach my hand, Way up high. I can feel your touch, And I wonder if you can feel mine. You see, It's always been your love, That keeps me strong. Keeps a smile on my face, Keeps me moving on. And when I wake up, See you standing over me in the sun. I'll smile for the shade is home, And you, You are the key to happiness, My love.


Happy SUNday!!!😁😁😁 #puremichigan


Daisy and the Sunset🌼


The day was drawn to the night. I could feel the air hit my face, As the clouds engulfed the blazing sun. It was bright. It was magical. A sight that can only be described as heaven on earth, With you on the other side. Holding on to everything I've got, A tear drops from the sun to the ground. How long is forever, When I miss you every second you are gone. My will is my bond, only held together, With your love. And up in the clouds, Down to the surface of the water. Your face reflects what my life is, Which is better, When I feel you around. A smile emerges, As the light turns black. You are my best friend, And my light, On those days in which I am sad. #puremichigan


Deep in Mushroom Village, there was a guy who believed the world was made of sunshine and candy canes. . . some people in the village believed he was a weird guy. Others. . . thought he was a fungiπŸ˜€πŸ˜πŸ˜œ


The boy stood at the doorway of life, Unable to discern the feeling of the clouds forming above his head. Could it be purpose, Seeking its property. Or was it merely imagination, Searching for his beliefs. The boy sought refuge, From the outside world. What he found were questions, With no answers to behold. And within all of that, Of which he was concerned. He found peace, Magically appeared, Answering no questions, Just holding his hand, Beckoning him to hear. And what the boy learned that day, Was that peace is a voice, Not a curse, And can be summoned by the light, Spread across the land. . .


The storm that forms on my clouds, Will not drown my ecstasy. Instead, It will carry me across the land! It will allow me to think, Instead of sinking in the sand. And like any voyage, Lightning will strike, Causing grief and despair. But the winds will blow, And your voice will be heard. The voice of you my friend. And the words of your mouth will articulate through my head, Causing me to lift again, Out of the hole I sink, Back on my feet so that I may go back to wandering the land. Happiness is my crown, You are my jewel that I wear proud. And the storm that forms on my clouds, Washes away, Every time you are around. . .


It isn't time that stands still, When we feel drowned in sore. It's the pain in which we carry, Throughout the day, into tomorrow. And though our skies turn grey, We can still hobble on one leg, To make way for the future, And all that follows. The aspiration is different for all, But the result is always the same. It's a smile upon a face of certainty, That life can throw stones, though they cannot pierce the heart, For the heart is strong, Made of love, For you and me.


There are two muffins baking in the oven. One muffin says to the other, β€œPhew, is it getting hot in here or is it just me?” The other muffin says, β€œAAAAHHH!! A TALKING MUFFIN!” πŸ˜€πŸ˜‚πŸ˜πŸ˜œ


How much wood could a woodchuck chuckΒ  If a woodchuck could chuck wood?Β  As much wood as a woodchuck could chuck,Β  If a woodchuck could chuck wood. (Tongue Twister Tuesday?πŸ˜€πŸ€·πŸ˜)


To whom has the answer, Of which lies in their fate. The answer is merely a question, To which way in life, The person is willing to take. It's not a choice, Though, We choose to follow a path. Fate is the stone we through into the water, The ripple is the effect it carries on our laps. And until we are dried up bones, Fate will always have a plan. My fate may not be your own, Nor do we see eye to eye. But as long as there is love left on this earth Then the sun will shine, And my fate and yours, Will be okay.


I woke up the other day, With a memory of my fallen ways. Where the pain will last, A thousand years, A curse of the world, Like breaking a mirror. So I wonder, If I take the salt, Throw it behind my back. Will my luck finally change, Erase my pain, And become my own again. Heaven can wait, For the sun still sets. My karma in place, I'm ready to escape, The fear within will not be my fate. Instead, I will conquer my fear, Let love embrace my pain, And watch it, As it disappears.


When I took this picture, I took it because I loved how the clouds looked like they were coming at me. I didn't even realize, until I had uploaded the photo on my laptop, that the water from left to right is a different shade of color, because of where the sun was at.πŸ˜€ Pretty sweet!!😁 Hope you all had a great day!!πŸ‘ŠβœŒ @only_in_michigan @michiganunsalted


Every grain of sand tells a story, Of happiness, sadness, loneliness and love. What that grain of sand represents is the past, It holds no future. Because in the future, Nothing is certain, It is written as we go. But it's pivotal to understand, Nobody writes it for us, We write it for ourselves. And for as long as the sun rests in the sky, You can touch it, And make anything happen in your life. You don't need a crystal ball to foresee your future, You need only to move your legs, To choose the path in which you turn.


There's always that one thing in life. That something you may or may not find. It could be love, It could be desire. It maybe climbing the tallest mountain, Or building the greatest tower. What if its nothing of the extreme. Instead of love, adventure, success, Your life draws you to the simple things. The views, the sceneries, The magic of discovering how precious life is. When you can view these things, The smallest of life's worries, And appreciate the value within. You may have discovered a feeling, A combination of everything. And we call this discovery, Happiness.


Is what we see apparent, To those who see with us? like that of footsteps on a path. To some, Maybe you see many footsteps going down one. To others, The footsteps are only one, Going down many, Through the sand. The uniqueness of our eye, Makes us unique in our lives. It's not about right or wrong, It's seeing the world the way we choose, Yet, Seeing it through the eyes of another's point of view. Then we truly understand that the path is many, But one in the same. @only_in_michigan


Happy Friday everyone!!🌞 I want to thank all of you who take the time to like, comment, or even just look at my pictures and read my poems. It means a lot to me and I really appreciate all of you! Have a fantastic weekend!!❀✌


Do you believe in Heaven, At the tippy toes of your feet. Walking a line of peace, With every inch of earth you move, that your body allows you to take. There will be days, Some worse than others. Times when you think Heaven, Is the only way home. Up against a wall, Pushed to the edge. It's during these times that you need to listen, Not to your mind, But your heart instead. Put aside what is wrong, Focus on what is right. Your voice will be heard, Because people that love you, Are In your life. Heaven can wait. Don't walk your steps as a curse, Walk the steps of life, And enjoy Heaven on Earth.


I don't ever remember a dream, Where a dream didn't take me to new heights. A place where anything can happen, where my night turns to day, And my soul stays rested. Where the ground I walk, Becomes a cloud, And my arms become my wings. I then view my surroundings, Not as a place that is fictional, But a place that could potentially be my reality. For my dreams are my mind, Telling me a story of how to become. And my mind controls my thoughts, Just as you control your destiny. @only_in_michigan


I have seen beauty, Many of times before. It comes in many shapes and sizes, Inside and out, Always with a glow. But its your beauty that holds something special. A uniqueness from others, Like the petal of flower. Different in many ways, Yet glowing stronger than others, In the warmth of the suns rays. And like others, You provide a feeling A sensation that makes me tingle, When your petal touches my skin. For in yourself, Though you may not know. Is something magical, A glow ten folds the strength of the sun. Which gives me life, From the beauty of your love.


I wanted to write a cool poem for this one, but to be quite honest, I really got stumpedπŸ˜ƒπŸ˜πŸ˜‚πŸ˜›πŸ˜œπŸ€ͺ