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Ben Palomino Aug 2019
Work,
sleep,
repeat.

Work,
sleep,
repeat.

Work,
sleep,
repeat.

Work,
Lay in bed
WHILE  YOUR  MIND  
TORTURES  YOU  WITH  A CHAOTIC  DISPLAY  
OF  THOUGHTS  CRASHING  INTO  EACH   OTHER!

Work,
sleep,
repeat.
Ben Palomino Aug 2019
The ground beneath my feet
is breaking, rumbling,
quacking me awake

As the sun comes chasing
a blazed

The moon goes into hiding
wallowing in sorrow and shame
Ben Palomino Aug 2019
Screaming into the dark
beginning to find meaning
That’s all I want to know
Tell me what the truth is
To this man made world
Because I truly feel that
I don’t belong
With this carbon based crowed
And I really hate to admit I’m human
But that’s all I am
I just want to know what It means.
I do however know one simple thing
The world we have created is the hell we fear
Every living being
Plants and animals or the human race
Every single day
Some resistance we face

Freedom is a gift
Not always free
Sometimes sought at a cost
A reward to self

Freedom is in just being
Neither suffering
Nor being the cause of any

Freedom is to live
To breathe and believe
To express your thoughts
A beautiful life is all about that
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
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