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This is a poem I wrote about a very bad time in my life when I wound up in a Guerilla Warrior camp, in Nicaragua, drug there and temporarily held hostage by the Guerillas of FUAC (Frente Unido Andres Castro).

Fue un sendero
There was a path
Un sendero luminoso
A shining path
Un Sendero sin huellas
A path without footprints
Sin huellas
Without footprints
A la excepcíon de los huellas
Except for the footprints
De los Guerrilleros
Of the Guerilla Warriors
Guerrilleros fuertemente armados
Guerillas heavily armed
El sendero de la mariposa azúl
The path of the blue butterfly
El sendero de los FUAC (Frente Unido Andres Castro)
The path of FUAC (United Front Andres Castro)
El sendero de los Guerrilleros
The Path of the Guerillas
El sendero, no es lo mío
The path, it is not mine
Pero por un tiempo breve
But for a short time
Allí fue yo en el sendero
There I was in the path
Un sendero luminoso
A shining path
Un sendero sin huellas
A path without footprints
Sin huellas
Without footprints
A la excepcíon de las huellas
Except for the footprints
De los Guerrilleros de FUAC
Of the Guerilla Warriors of FUAC
Guerrilleros fuertemente armados
Guerillas heavily armed

¿Quienes son FUAC?
Who is FUAC
FUAC (Frente Unido Andres Castro)
Son Guerrilleros
They are Guerillas
Gracías a mi gobierno y El CIA por soportándoles y finanzándoles a los Guerrilleros. ¡Y a los americanos Son sus dolares de impuestos trabando por tí!
Thanks to my government and the CIA, for supporting and financing the guerrillas. And to you Americans, these are your tax dollars at work!

Reagan - Bush Crime Syndicate Lost History

Morpho menelaus - is an iridescent blue butterfly from South and Central American rain forests.

The Blue Morpho is quite fascinating. Legend has it that the morpho leads people off to die. They follow it because it is iridescent, and then fall off a cliff or down a hole. The morpho loves rivers, and waterfalls.

The first time I saw the Blue Morpho butterfly was in Caño Negro Wildlife Refuge in Costa Rica near the Nicaraguan border, on a boat ride down the Rio Frio. The second time I saw one I was on the Nicaraugan side of the border. When I was on the Nicaraugan side it was an accident being there. I was drug there by rebels. It’s been making me crazy ever since. (Frente Unido Andres Castro - FUAC) The third time I saw one was by Cataratas de La Paz The last time I saw one was in the cloud forest reserve in Monte Verde, Costa Rica.

Is this what it was doing to me? Leading me off to die? I am still angry about the rebels, because that whole scene never should have happened. But it did and life moves on.

A Butterfly - by Reagle

A butterfly
is such a beautiful creature,
a myriad display of majestic colours.

But what makes it so magical
is the special grace,
the fluttering gaiety,
the dance from
place to place.

Who am I
to capture a free spirit?

Like a collector
with his butterfly net,
bottling the joy
and celebration of life.

This is not me,
as I have a dream to realize
to be a woman who can love,
cherish and nurture the spirit of life.

Living my life,
understanding
that true love -
like the dancing butterfly -
will find its place, its home.

Tears

My tears flow down
unchecked
just like the rain

It was the question of your soul
that brought me
all this pain

In tears one finds
the measure
of their worth

For only tears
can bring a dreamer
back to earth

Yes, only tears
can bring a dreamer
back to earth

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Psalms 56:8 … put thou my tears into thy bottle: are they not in thy book?

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