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Spenser Bennett Jul 2016
If I had eyes for the future
Maybe I would better
Bear burdens
Alive with more joy
And grace upon my face

If I had eyes for the present
I could see the beauty in
Small moments
Celbrating gestures of love
And kindness like a fine kiss

I have eyes for the past
Where sorrow and
Regret live
So I never love
Or die with true happiness in sight

I have eyes of
Electric blue that fade to green and are
Centered by a burning yellow
Star being
Consumed by utter darkness
I have eyes that see dying light forever.
Spenser Bennett Jun 2016
Splash through the puddle underneath that golden expanse
Our tea cup synchronicity belies our swimming decadence

Ride waves taught by the playful mantaray
Cruise through the ocean sky to the city of the Bay
Like a babe I crawl on the edge of the plane

We're all refugees on this backwater bathwater ocean
We look around and to our elders to make sense of the scaled schools motion
The gray herd moves as the vacuum looms over green Picasso notions

As travellers across great highways we can reach those distant cosmic creations
A speedboat horse race were confident we can win

Ski down pillowcases  of fresh powdered imagination
Great green looming through the dark starlight illumination
Barrel rolled into the canvas ink of knowledge on the mountain

We pay attention to the cashier of time
So we can swing life away as the world floats by
Spenser Bennett Jun 2016
The taste of rust hangs
Heavy in my mouth
A copper color stains
My crooked teeth

I am awake now
Unlike how I used to be
Though my eyes were open
I was surely dreaming

The taste of rust hangs
Tangy on your lips
Blue twinges decorate
Your iced expression

Bound with veins
Of hope and smoke
We lie side by endless side
Entwined lost to the madness

Now the taste of rust hangs
Growing older still
Let me restore the flame
To the fire in your soul
Spenser Bennett Jun 2016
I feel like an imitation
Of my own reflection
Despondency creeping over
The rivers in my veins
Corrupted
Spenser Bennett Jun 2016
If there's room
for dead doves
In a million wars
What's one more

Time is too frail
A construct of our
Unable souls forging
Better broken mentalities

Give away the
world and see the
Cloth of love
Undulate in a deeper ocean

Heal us of corrupt scripture
Heal me of my indifference
Separate me from ignorance
That red devil on my shoulder

Shutter step over the
Growing quiet divide
Bifurcating body and spirit
Into dead entities

Our olive branch
Kindling crackles with
Delightful chagrin in
Welcomed self immolation
Spenser Bennett Jun 2016
And that man swung like
the tire we rode into the
golden sunset of my youth
a stranger to beauty

I can still hear them
Calling out an empty name
Once you're gone do
you keep your truth

In quiet moments of
Crystal reflection
I often wonder if
I could be him

A soul so lost
Forgone the waiting
Choose my last and
Step away into nothing

But I remember
Those empty smiling eyes
That shrill wailing proves
Nothing beautiful may stay
Spenser Bennett Jun 2016
Hit my panic switch
In the static noon
Wake the nerves
That were dropped

I'm not nervous
Merely dying
From growing
Towards the sun

To have or to be
The question that
Possesses all of
My favorite dreams

I may be Heaven
I may hold Hell
But I've bled enough
To become the Earth
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