Half a decade ago today, Dad ceased to be alive.
Five years ago, Dad died at the age of sixty-five.
He was a hard worker, he could have outworked two twenty-year-olds.
When he went to the doctor, bad news was what he was destined to be told.
He was diagnosed with Leukemia and it caused distress.
Twenty months later, he succumbed to his terrible illness.
Two days before he died, he couldn't even respond when people talked to him.
Forty-eight hours later, he met a terrifying fate that was very grim.
He underwent Chemotherapy to temporarily survive.
Half a decade ago today, Dad ceased to be alive.

H,

We can be two halves of one idiot,

You take Jupiter, and I'll take Mercury

Together powerful though laughable,

We are asked for mercy.

We are messengers and we mean you no harm

Earthlings. We may look fierce, but we are

Even fiercer so. We may have soft skin,

But our hidden edges

Don't hide

We were created from destruction

And we destroy our path

No, we won't destroy what's in our path

But rather

We will destroy our preemptive destinies

And create new ones for ourselves

You can call us revolutionaries,

Or hopeless romantics

Inlove with life and its soil

And sand and toils and

Hands held and

Beverages boiled

Beauty is skin deep,

But diamonds cut farther.

You are a deep cut

That bleeds and bleeds

That wants to be freed

You are burnt skin that peels

A medication that heals

You are the essence of life

And strife

And a beloved wife

You are swamps and rivers

You are the campfires

That cure the midnight pool shivers

You are the spark behind the lighter

A lover, a fighter

The smoke that drifts off the match

The wake and bake (the best batch)

I love you deeply, steeply,

And I love you to bits

Cheers that tea exists

With HAD on your cup

And my lipstick prints

With a pop of 2018 champagne,

I wish you a life free of pain,

A lack of fuckery,

And beauty to have the world slain

May your flesh be tattooed

And your toes sandy

Signed, Andie Pandie

Girl, I need one hundred percent
I'm not gonna be second best
Girl, I need one hundred percent
Don't wanna be the broken hearted again
Girl, can you give me one hundred percent?
Or do we need this right here to end
One hundred percent
I need it
I need one hundred percent
I need one hundred percent

Girl, I won't let you
Just become words on a page
Something I express when I hit the stage
I'm done with breakup songs
Been writing them far too long
I need a girl who's gonna give there all
I need a girl
in which I can place my trust
Know they'll protect this tender heart
No more looking for love in the wrong places
No more being trapped in friend zone spaces

Girl, I need one hundred percent
I'm not gonna be second best
Girl, I need one hundred percent
Don't wanna be the broken hearted again
Girl, can you give me one hundred percent?
Or do we need this right here to end
One hundred percent
I need it
I need one hundred percent
I need one hundred percent

Tell me if we need to break it off
Tell me am I wasting my time
Are all these just throwaway lines
Are you lying behind those bright eyes
Am I suspecting something
Or is this tingling feeling nothing
Can't see between the lines
To read the signs
Tell me I just need to know cuz

Girl, I need one hundred percent
I'm not gonna be second best
Girl, I need one hundred percent
Don't wanna be the broken hearted again
Girl, can you give me one hundred percent?
Or do we need this right here to end
One hundred percent
I need it
I need one hundred percent
I need one hundred percent

Somethings stirring inside
Why doesn't this feel right
I have a sickening feeling
Something feels off
Something aches inside my brain
Is my intuition latching onto something
I couldn't see
Is there a hidden message
On your lips
(Didn't read it)
Didn't see it
Come on baby
Make me believe it
I need to know cuz
I gotta feeling we aren't okay
And you know what they say

Girl, I need one hundred percent
I'm not gonna be second best
Girl, I need one hundred percent
Don't wanna be the broken hearted again
Girl, can you give me one hundred percent?
Or do we need this right here to end
One hundred percent
I need it
I need one hundred percent
I need one hundred percent

©2018 Written By Benji James

At night Georg pangs blue whisper
for the lonely boy's return ,
with a red cloak worn to sunset.
Crimson for the harlots shadow,
and narcassis for the loss of innocence.

Listen as the robin sings
ever so sweetly by still waters

And here, she soars through
high and free and little by little,
her nest is formed

When I feel grey with each day
like winter, I hear her songs
and it's like I'm under a new sun

So never underestimate the power
of birdsongs! I am grateful to have
and hear it's special beauty.

Sweet Robin, born of Joy and
Spring and Summer.
Spread your wings, your
love and brighten the day

I wonder what it's like to be somebody's wish,
the one thing they want whenever they open a gift,
A prize that they see would be worth every risk,
A five star entree that makes you pass the side dish.

And day will bleed in to night,
and I'll tie my shoes too tight.
Think in the dark and ignore the light,
scribble all the answers out of sight
but it'll be alright.

I wonder what it's like to be somebody's goal
A thought that consumes all their ambitions whole.
That they see me as priceless but still go bankrupt to pay the toll,
and I complete them, left arm to their right and a heart to their soul.

And day will bleed in to night,
and I'll tie my shoes too tight.
I'll feel the restless stirs kiss and bite,
And I'll be too short for the ride, regardless of my height,
but it'll be alright.

I wonder what it's like to be somebody's dream,
I'd be their ocean instead of a river or stream.
I can be the needle to stitch their  seam,
Be the summer in winter and every season inbetween.

My soul was consumed
so I can tell you for what it's worth,
It was as if sadness has bloomed
and hope failed to give birth.
I'd never wish that onto anyone,
with all the loneliness I saw,
so many things had come undone
except my wired jaw.

Now I think little thoughts that are so petty,
like why didn't Archie ever pick Betty?