Alphabet Soup (A-E) Poem by Butch Decatoria

A is for Air / that begins in a breath
In the breadth of such a vision
At seeing true beauty,
In a grip of an asphyxiated inhalation
Caught like a deer...
Stunning beauty takes your breath
A is for Away.


B is for Bunches and bunches
Of Bullshit
By those most Believing
In it's complete Bullshit, liars
Who weave it —call It.
B is for By the Way
In whom's bullshit do we
Trust? Truth is a must.


C is for Chances, not choices, taken
Which makes one feel truly free,
To place yourself out there
To let the fates decide
Let Chance, destiny's child, be your guide
Or C what happens
When we're open to Love.
C is for cry out loud, give silent hugs...



D is for Drive, and the Distance of your tries,
It's the vehicle we control, sometimes as a passenger ride,
Or it's that motivation, the combustion inside
Which moves us, push Us to further and farther than
Before we knew we would break, limited by
The reins of our conditioned fears
D is for doubts, the dauntless discard
D is for Disappears, driven by the engine of
Our hearts, and experience rears...


E is for the Evenings I fall into your Eyes,
Every kiss and Embrace,
Each breath exchanged, I recall your taste.
E is for the Elegance of the echo
Of your touch, the embodiment of an ache,
E is for the Eloquence of that hush
Every dream I wish to wake,
Or love to finally make...