Here it comes, here it comes
my silver lining
watch the lightning striking
these waves come crashing down
The fallen and the fearless
are in the house
Oh, oh
here comes my silver lining.

Eyeliner and painted nails
mascara starts running
when you sweat it out
watch out now
here it comes
it's on the horizon
here comes the sun
and my silver lining

The moon is glistening
over the open ocean
nothing goes to plan
even when set in motion

Money Burns, life's a mess,
girls can play hard to get.
Love is tough, the road is rough
but we're taken on challenges
as they come
I'm coming up hard
I'm coming up fast
I gotta silver lining
within my grasp

Here it comes, here it comes
my silver lining
watch the lightning striking
these waves come crashing down
The fallen and the fearless
are in the house
Oh, oh
here comes my silver lining.

Eyeliner and painted nails
mascara starts running
when you sweat it out
watch out now
here it comes
it's on the horizon
here comes the sun
and my silver lining

©2018 Written By Benji James

Some people say I’m crazy,
They call me a total nut.
They say I’ve lost my mind
That I don’t know what’s what.
That I am beyond cuckoo.
They say I’ve gone insane,
That I am in a very bad way,
That I’ve got you on the brain.

I’m just in love
It’s a kind of lovely madness.
It is insanity
In a very lovely kind of dress.
It affects everything
Makes me lose my train of thought.
And I do it gladly
Whether or not I really ought.

Other people don’t see
That I hear you in every sound.
Those people have their rules
On the feeling I have found.
They are understanding
If it’s a round of golf or a car,
But this is how I really feel
No matter what their feelings are.

Some love their money,
The massive expensive houses
And some like to cheat on
Their unsuspecting loving spouses.
Some like to belong to
The most exclusive memberships.
I must prefer to listen
To the sound from your lips.

I’m just in love
It’s a kind of lovely madness.
It is insanity
In a very lovely kind of dress.
I affects everything
Makes me lose my train of thought.
And I do it gladly
Whether or not I really ought.

sometimes
i pray for you
not to god,

but to all
the dead poets
we love,

they are all
pretentious pushpin
ghosts, gapping out

of skin
and turning around
to devour,

rumi always asks for me
to listen, and i see
why i pray in the first place

not for your salvation,
but so you can blossom
into the warrior

i know you are

Sometimes I just wanna give up
Sometimes I wish I wouldn't write another word
And to some, this scene has never needed somebody like me
Some call me over emotional
Others see it as sincerely devotional
And nothing makes sense to me
I should just walk and leave this be
How do I keep conjuring these verses
When I ain't ever going nowhere.
How can I keep releasing this material
When nobody can even see this as visual
Or me as a complete individual
It's so hard to please
But last time I checked I wrote for me

©2017 Written By Benji James

I wonder if you know
of the catheter that
pierces my vein,
and of the mask
which helps me breathe,
All those endless nights
Wincing in pain.

I wish i could tell you
of how my blood
spluttered when they
pulled out the needle,
but nothing compares to
the pain of how i could
not tell you these things
for you have gone
so far away,
for you have gone
so far away.

It hurts more than
the catheter in my vein.