...For Mercy has a human heart
Pity a human face,
And Love, the human form divine
And Peace the human dress.
And all must love the human form,
In heathen, turk or jew;
Where Mercy, Love and Pity dwell
There God is dwelling too.
---William Blake, *The Divine Image
... For Mirror has a Loath for Self,
Pain's just another pole of Joy,
And Love, the Soulful human Shriek,
And Pitfalls Graceful Bliss.
And all must love The Elon Musk,
In rockets, ships and vehicles;
Where Vessels Mirror nature's Greens,
There God is greener Too.
---Divine Dao, *The Visionary
she walks with grace
and a deep, earned sense of place
and as laughs tickle at her waist
others around can't help but follow in haste
she has no nickname,
no joke or snicker surrounding her frame
no clever breadcrumbs
to tell the story of how she became
she simply is, and exists as a flame
she has an air of peace,
and a soft, subtle feeling of ease
she opens her lips
and as she speaks
tears from his eyes begin their leaks.
I wonder what or who you picture.
Standing there a classy guy
Wearing perfect suit with cutie tie
Staring at beautiful sky
Running away from meeting eye
Flying with birds and butterfly
Trying to hide a little lie
Being okay to say another goodbye
Can't keep up with these kids
Left flat on my ***
Trying to reach a new level
Making bargains with a devil
Got left in the dirt
That's why I sold my soul
Soulless, No emotions
Now try to read my cards
Opinions inflicted wounds
Labels covered me
Until I washed them clean
Now I won't let anybody place me in a box
I'm cunning, You can call me Mr Fox
Cuz I'm unique, Individuality, Totally me
May never be on top
But I am everything else that you're not.
©2018 Written By Benji James
Old souls like me may just remain present
The throwback, old days manifested
Souls with ways out of style evident
Thinking like the world is infested
Old souls slumming it their very own way
The ones who still do things like the did then
Still keeping it classy every day
People who study the ways of the men
For oldest hearts and classic souls, it stays
It’s worth the standing out, the ridicule
Doing things the good way, the way that pays
Old souls don’t make fire, we make strong fuel
Old souls who keep it always fully class
Old souls like beautifully lit stained glass
Tonight, I don't feel classy,
so put away the fine glasses,
and bring me a plastic cup and a bottle of your worst wine.
Then, leave me alone.
shirtless and drinking my six dollar sangria from a measuring cup.
never has the formula been so close to be solved. the exact moment when we can say we have made it.
twenty four onces in and my neighbor seems to be a little put off.
this same man comes outside once a day to ask me about college without even putting pants over his underwear so tonight I figure indifference is key.
Summer is a gross mess, even when your doing nothing you find yourself pouring sweat through your white button ups, you looked fine leaving and now that your here doing your best to sound interesting to girl at the bookstore you just look slightly sadder and fatter than before.
thirty six ounces and red teeth tell me that we have made it.
Dress to ****, don't show everything.
Pass smiles, be polite to everyone.
Keep your voice down, never to laugh out loud.
Eat a modest portion, and only one piece of cake.
Walk gracefully, poise in every move.
Sit up straight, legs daintily crossed.
Hold your wine glass by the stem, never by the bowl.
Take a sip by looking into, never over the glass.
There's nothing in the world like proper etiquette.
You can always tell a lady has good breeding
by how effortlessly classy she is.
I perhaps should rather stop believing,
and begin just to appreciate just who I am through each passing day,
Hence I'm fortunate,
I measures my fortune with fortunate.
The likes of,
I caught myself stading opposed
vocalizing with fortunate
This could be a fortune in aging from now.
She who caught me glance my surveillance while in motion
She who caught me smiling just when she vocalize, rather when I think of her
****! I'm fortunate,
I acquired a fortune to elevate my standard of living.
Fortunate is her name.