My hope is one day
I see life the way
My friend Ben the Poet sees life
From the edge of extreme
To all points in between
Taking us and his mind for a ride
Whether in a bubbly boat
Carved out of hand soap
On the high seas of a tile laden floor
Or chasing butterflies
As they flip, flutter, and fly
Knocking at his noggins door
I am always amazed
More than mere words could convey
As his imagination takes us for a spin
Which direction it flows
Not even the mind of Ben knows
As the wind whispers, take hold of his hand
Towing insanity's line
Like that of Ben's Frankenstein
Fresh off the shelf, Abby Normal...don't you know it
Setting all his thoughts free
Every time his mind blinks
Little wonder that Ben is a Poet
Nov 18, 2016
Nov 18, 2016 at 11:04 AM UTC
My hope is one day
I see life the way
My friend Ben the Poet sees life
From the edge of extreme
To all points in between
Taking us and his mind for a ride
Whether in a bubbly boat
Carved out of hand soap
On the high seas of a tile laden floor
Or chasing butterflies
As they flip, flutter, and fly
Knocking at his noggins door
I am always amazed
More than mere words could convey
As his imagination takes us for a spin
Which direction it flows
Not even the mind of Ben knows
As the wind whispers, take hold of his hand
Towing insanity's line
Like that of Ben's Frankenstein
Fresh off the shelf, Abby Normal...don't you know it
Setting all his thoughts free
Every time his mind blinks
Little wonder that Ben is a Poet
I still harken back to the first poet site I joined and Ben was the first poet I read. I knew from that moment on that this would be one crazy ride!
He goes by Ben Jones on here...if that's his real name. Lol!
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