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Ben Palomino Jul 2019
I see a world in decay
The wrong people stepped up to rise
We’re all just sheep adding to the flock
An I can see the human inside
An I can see the human through your eyes
But I ask where is the line drawn between you and I

I can Envision a paradise
Where everyone’s freed from a wicked mind
Where everyone is freed to truly be alive

But I can never grasp it
I fear that humans can only be defined
By the pain a suffering within and without their own lives

May just be that we’ve given up
And locked our selves away
In the illusion we call “Reality”

You must pardon me for what I say
It’s just the old soul inside
Finally fed up with seeing the world in decline

When I was younger I knew that the tendency would only grow stronger
And as I grow older I know I’ll only fall harder
As I get up I know I’ll be able to run farther
Before I reach my final  collapse
I ask again for forgiveness
this is just me
And my misanthropic tendency
Ben Palomino Jul 2019
I used to wake up
enslaved by the sun
As it would chain me down
With a new understanding of sadness

The night would come brake me free
Then leave me alone
with the madness
there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average
human being to supply any given army on any given day

and the best at ****** are those who preach against it
and the best at hate are those who preach love
and the best at war finally are those who preach peace

those who preach god, need god
those who preach peace do not have peace
those who preach peace do not have love

beware the preachers
beware the knowers
beware those who are always reading books
beware those who either detest poverty
or are proud of it
beware those quick to praise
for they need praise in return
beware those who are quick to censor
they are afraid of what they do not know
beware those who seek constant crowds for
they are nothing alone
beware the average man the average woman
beware their love, their love is average
seeks average

but there is genius in their hatred
there is enough genius in their hatred to **** you
to **** anybody
not wanting solitude
not understanding solitude
they will attempt to destroy anything
that differs from their own
not being able to create art
they will not understand art
they will consider their failure as creators
only as a failure of the world
not being able to love fully
they will believe your love incomplete
and then they will hate you
and their hatred will be perfect

like a shining diamond
like a knife
like a mountain
like a tiger
like hemlock

their finest art
Ben Palomino Jul 2019
Take this marble
With it carve out my soul

With chisel in hand
scribe my purpose

Engrave it in gold  
Then hide it away

Keep it in the dark
For me to find one day
Ben Palomino Jun 2019
Look up to the sky
Do you see
The baby
Cradled in the clouds
Gently rocked by the breeze
The other day the light shined through the clouds and it looked like the silhouette of a baby
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