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Ben Nov 2012
my clumsy angel
lead me through this path
to retribution
with theses trembling hands
we grasp at empty air
and float on wings
made of frost and porcelain
high above the worries
of this mortal coil
and pass from one world
to the next in the blink
of an eye the glimmer
of a shadow that transitions
from one moment to the next
in the river of time
how long must i hold
my breath in anticipation
of a clash of wills
that leads to nothing but
the spread of and infectious
emotion
drift in the breeze
that smells like summer's grass
and cut to the heart
like a piece of glass
Ben Nov 2012
resonate
two minds in sync
two hearts beat
accelerando
love
Ben Nov 2012
i carry the weight of the world on my shoulders
willing or not, a part of my subconscious makeup
a disposition to take their troubles and yours as well
i live with a thousand guilty minds and mine own
yet i do not add my burdens to the load
i live with my demons caged inside
for how can you be there for the greater good
with any weakness showing of your own?
lend me no ear, my problems i will not share
that would defeat my impossible goal
to free the world of earthly cares and sorrows
a self made martyr who wants no acknowledgment
no word of thanks, thats what friends are for
but i am cracking inside
to a million shattered fragments
held together out of a sense of duty
only as strong as my own convictions
a plea for help almost escapes
these lips sewn shut
only to be swallowed and lost
                                                       in
                                                               the
                                                                                farthest

                                                                                                              reaches
  

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                                                                                                                                                                          mind.
Ben Oct 2012
calm and collect my thoughts
ethereal smoke twists upwards
indecipherable spirals winding
their way towards the moon
temporary existence
fleeting memories
my fingers grasp and hold nothing
a silly gesture - acted out
more so in a symbolic way
the ticking clock provides a
backdrop to this satisfied silence
as i take stock of my body
and file away the sensation
of skin on skin and desperate
moans for more
a midnight tryst held close
to my heart that's beating its
way out of my body and
finding its way into yours
with limited time to live this life
embrace it head on and hold me close
tell this dream to last forever
for a moment this special made real
could only be a fragment of
a sleeping mind
i never want to wake up
if time were to stop i'd be happy
knowing that this finite strand
of fine gold thread held high
by fate was made to last more
than the thin tendril of white
sighed out - brushed past my lips and into yours
Ben Oct 2012
self-inflicted incompetence
brought on by a life
of misunderstanding, misuse
sabotaged by my own mind
with this unsettling gut feeling
will i ever be good enough
or will i be discarded
as a broken unsatisfying machine
tell me the truth
that will cut to the core
for deceptive sentiments
cause self doubt to boil
beneath my skin
am i not a man
or fated to be relegated
to boyhood status
unable to quench the most
basic natural demands
a failure at heart
a selfish lover
eating away at my conscious soul

i know you love me
im just paranoid as all hell
we're only human
Ben Oct 2012
discard the paradox
of an un-living existence
one exhibited in daily life
by unfeeling masses
the blind and deaf walk the streets
perpetually exist in waking sleep
attack with knowledge
burn them with thought
break out the hand-pens
and long barreled books!
explosive rounds of conversation
they shuffle and groan
wave after wave
grasping and clawing and
consuming the living
turning free thinkers into
the brainwashed undead
moaning be like us
embrace the convince of
this thoughtless dictation of "life"
barricade my mind
a safe house stocked
with radical ideas
brace for the onslaught
read and write!
a fight for my life
Ben Oct 2012
silk screen transfer thoughts to paper
blurry around the edges with smudges on the sides
an imperfect image
a shoddy copy of the original
frustration at the inability
to share these dreams with the world
dip your fingers in my mind
and paint a pretty picture
with the plethora of emotions
a mixup mash of colors
bright reds of love
cool blues of sadness
the greens of madness
and blackness of hate
yellow anxiety purple comfort
the unfeeling brown of meditation
an orange flare of passion
the grey sense of dread
a blanket of white judgement
sharp and piercing
warhol dali anonymous artist
create a masterpiece with my thoughts
make sense of these pigments
on this abstract canvas
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