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Ben Tol Feb 2019
Watching other’s lives walk by,
As we wave away our free time,
A single link in an endless chain,
Sanity seeping out the window again,
Family circles stuck in their tins,
Waiting for the snail paced roll to begin,
Gain a yard, but lose a minute,
No choice but to wait till the journey’s finished.
Ben Tol Feb 2019
White foam,

Rectangular paper,

Bright flame,

See you later...
Ben Tol Feb 2019
What a *******,
A narcissistic racist,
But been to most places…

Smash! The steering wheel,
Death stare a pedestrian,
Why? The reoccurring question.

Slave to a coin and a ***** to alcohol,
Countless stories untold yet told,
Maturity wasn’t gained as this man grew old.
Ben Tol Feb 2019
Light golden strands cascade down her beautiful face. Gazing into her sky-blue eyes makes the heart race. Like a hot-water bottle she has a warming embrace.

Electric to the touch is her silk-soft skin. To capture her heart, in itself, would be worth more than any Olympic sized win. The list of compliments she deserves is never ending.

She has a soul so compassionate, caring and true; she has a body so perfect, an idealistic muse. Stuck on the tongue.

The words:

“I still .... you.”
Ben Tol Feb 2019
Well.. Take: Two has fallen through,
Should they try for Take: Three? Or just let things be...
People say that the third times the charm, but is it worth the harm,
When the second crack of the whip made them lose their grip.

There's a heavy deposit of skeletons in their closet,
Without a shadow of doubt, once the dooors opened the demons will come flooding out,
No control of emotions, numerous times have they caused extreme commotions,
Surpressing their memories, has caused problems in a multitude of territories.

Each corner turned, has left them perturbed,
At the front of the race, constantly chased by disgrace,
Cannot evade the past, wearing a smile as a mask,
A negative mood is nigh on impossible to elude, when corrupted thoughts continuously intrude.

Reliant on a bottle to release their full throttle,
Narcotics are an escape, ingested to alter the view of their own mindscape,
An array of illicit highs, have been used to speed up or slow down time,
Multiple mental chokes, caused after ploom, after ploom of differing smokes.

The director has tried more than once to call cut, but that pathway was shut,
Family and friends shouting to not let the show end,
The final curtain was nearly drawn, but the show still goes on,
"You have to continue! Let the world know the talent that's in you!"
Ben Tol Jan 2019
Like a hamster in a cage,

These walls have seen your emotions rage,

Listening to your thoughts with nothing to say,

Freedom of movements in your restricted space,

Same purpose in life; a plethora of shapes,

An aesthetic of your choosing - comfort to your taste.
Ben Tol Jan 2019
Inhale; exhale when the receptors say it's time,

Dictated to by place and time, was once accepted at the time,

A precarious past time, best suited to pass time,

Takes time and takes time, shortening its own lifetime,

Every time, could possibly be the last time.
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