What happens when you've made,
All the mistakes you can make?
What happens when that part of you
That holds you up breaks?
What does it take
to make that part of you,
that you hate,
how do you make that fade?

Bless your soul
Your a rolling stone
Travelling down this,
long hard road
You use your inner strength
Yeah we got faith
We all know our
Trust in love
Is never misplaced

I've been killing off the demons
in my dreams
But they somehow come back
And grab a hold on me
How can I erase that pain?
How can I escape that fate?
When it's so deeply encrypted, into my brain?
Have you seen the strain I face?
Have you been to this place?
You know the part of you,
that you can't escape
There must be a way to clean the slate
Grab yourself an empty plate
So that you can start again
Or at least that's something I can dream

Bless your soul
Your a rolling stone
Travelling down this,
long hard road
You use your inner strength
Yeah we got faith
We all know our
Trust in love
Is never misplaced

I've seen the dark
Where red eyes linger
I've seen the fire
That burns away
the core of your soul
How can you come back from that all
We've all been low and knee deep
In the quicksand of life, it seems
But this is what happens
when you're buried six feet deep
And you're trying to get out
But you can't breathe
You've tried to use others
To get you out
But there only seems,
to be one way now
You need to dig your way out
Of this underground

Bless your soul
Your a rolling stone
Travelling down this,
long hard road
You use your inner strength
Yeah we got faith
We all know our
Trust in love
Is never misplaced

©2017 Written By Benji James

Up! From my knees i rise,

Behold! 

A sight so bright, the most burden heart could experience peace.

Penetrating the darkness

With it soft and tranquil beams,

Garnished with rays of hope

And new dreams.

Alas!

My restless soul has found peace.

For the dark road, the treacherous one

Has reached its revelation

My troubled days are no more,

I have been reborn anew

As new as a spring upon a mountain.

Once again, i stand tall

Stronger!

A collection of my own experience

Looking at the mirror,

I see a total stranger

Who?

A new me, mirroring back

To the man i thought i was

Impressed!

I fell in love with my pain,

Not the feeling of it

But the way it built me

A stronger me, it has molded

An improved version,​

A better me

You are the Earth,
strong and beautiful,
you are the Earth.

You are the Earth
resilient and giving,
you are the Earth.

You are the Earth,
a little broken and scarred
you are the Earth.

You are the Earth
You are the thing that keeps me grounded
you are the Earth.

You are the Earth
always there and something magic
you are my world

I love you.

Independence was a seed
planted in me at an
early age
Cultivated in the soil
of indifference and
apathy
Watered by disappointment
often until I lost all
hope in people
So I am sorry if
I have never needed
you in the way
you've wanted
My tree does not
bear the fruit of
weakness

There's always a tiny glimmer of hope
left within my fractured heart
when seeing that one dandelion
standing tall after a rainstorm
even after all the battering
that resilient little ****
refuses to give up

Moral is a hydra
That has a head extra!

My pretty friend, the definition,
...a Chopin-esque romantic, needing intervention
frantically resilient, a mere honorable mention
...burning for forgiveness with hypertension
Craving your redemption.

In the secret section you mention
...there's tension in your confession
another missed connection
...misled by another's deception
the impression on the connection
...a misconception on another selection
rejection is a whole new obsession
...this seventh dimension perception
the impression is to employ prevention.

Because Attention Attention!!
...need I not mention
there's no landing affections
...just internal tension
my infection is your retention
...misappropriation.
......misapprehension.

You sit on the holy hollow thrown in my body.
Calling for salvation, claiming camaraderie

The internal tick I tend to mend,
sits on my chest, sinks into my irises.

A sip, a snort, a huff whisper safe promises.

You are the thumb I **** singing lullabies to sleeping peace,
the knife I carry down dark streets.

You are the doctor I call when I break my arm,
the scarf I wear in winter storms.

But too,

You are the *** hole in main streets,
and a broken belt in the drivers seat,
the sour milk in my fridge when I make English tea.
You've put salt in my sugar.

You are the feet that fall asleep in a moment of danger.

You are a beautiful thought waiting to unfold on black paper.

You sit on the holy hollow thrown in my body.
Commanding toxic tensions, comforting ill redemptions.

But

The kingdom we live in is drinking resilience,
mind stepping back into its brilliance.

You still sit on the holy thrown in my body.
But I too fight for survival
and you still dable with devils.

But the battles I face are no longer hollow,
and sometimes I miss the comfort of denial.