My nights consist of falling apart
On a daily basis
That’s according to my thesis
On my own self evaluations
Keep getting caught in bad situations
This is an invitation
To not feel okay
Sometimes you just need to cry
Let it all out
In a form of sentences
Trying to express your emotion
What’s holding you down promoted
To this cause I am devoted
Left vulnerable and open

Bleeding and broken

©2018 Written By Benji James

I look to the Good Lord , even through His pruning,
For even through this Pain Christ is always Good.
For He is doing an Great work within Me through it.
He only doing this to bring out the very best within Me.
So allowing Him to work within Me revealing to others.
What He can do for them as well if They let Him do it.
Thus drawing them unto Him to work within them too.
God wants each of Us to be His Great work of art here.
Revealing to the world just how much He loves Us all.

You are the God, that Lives the God that Brings Life not death Jesus.

You are the God, that restores relationships to His people as well.

You are the God, that Loves and through Your People they love too.

You are the God, that gives Your People Great Peace as well Jesus.

You are the God, that is Perfect and there is no sin within You either.

You are the God, that shall draw Your People home someday Father.

You are the God, that never gives up on Your People My Savior.

You are the God, that I shall turn to in all My times of need here.

You are the God, that I direct all of My Prayers here too Father.

A clear still pond will
always reflect faces because
it's nature's mirror.

I was your someone
until you became someone
else's someone

Be kindly, gentle, with the hoary toad,
help it whenever to cross the road.
Confused quite often with the frog,
that smooth amphibian can leap a log.

In meadows strolling, keep in mind
mound-maker mole created blind.
Another creature, it’s called a vole
please do not disturb it in its hole.

Field mice have exquisite charm.
to they and dormice do no harm.
Over fields of clover vetch and rye
take delight in fluttering butterfly.

Just think, such creatures, two by two,
in Noah's Ark, it is written, came through
the biblical Deluge and so survive
so long as we allow them all to thrive.

Life would be bleak - Nature bare
if some day we deigned  to stare
and to our dismay became aware
of precious species no longer there.

Tobias

When I look over
my shoulder
all I see is a star
shining through
a dark hole
and hear a strange sound
like wind crying out
through the trees
or the creaking
of limbs
a dark shape
passing over the moon
like an omen
of a mad woman
I once knew
a ghost ship
spreading her legs
like a cross
arms reaching out
her name lost
to my memory
something that sounds
much like my doom.

we were poor
but not deluded

and when
van morrisson's
"brown eyed girl"
comes on the radio on
that worn
old
brown rug
my brother and I
started tapping our feet
shaking our heads
to the music and
our sisters are smiling
at us and
our mother is laughing
at us

and all we needed was
laughter and love
a prayer and a song

turn up the radio