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Jan 2020 · 60
Night Fishing
Ben Tol Jan 2020
Like the moon in the night’s sky,
A beam of light in the darkness of my eyes,
Although, you are cold,
I could grow old,
Gazing at you’re wonder,
But we are destined to live in sunder.

I am here; you are there,
The separated pair,
Forever polarised,
True feelings masked in disguise,
Forced to live a part,
Carrying a piece of each other’s heart.

Both free falling,
Still trawling,
Through the fish left in the sea,
Since you, I’ve caught plenty,
Yet my net still feels empty,
I sink, as my heart feels heavy....
Sep 2019 · 197
Mx. T.World
Ben Tol Sep 2019
The World’s damaged!

Humans are the virus,
forcing toxins through It’s veins,
Idly observing,
as we keep inflicting pain,
Eradicating co-inhabitants,
time and again,
We raise to ****,
and **** to raise.

Our thirst for more,
is ******* The World dry,
We’ve poisoned It’s blood,
acid It now cries,
We’ve pierced Its shell,
although some call “Lie!”,
We’ve ignored the symptoms,
The World’s about to flatline...
Jun 2019 · 790
Motion Picture
Ben Tol Jun 2019
Limitless possibilities,
Countless times,
Incredible polarities,
Audacious crimes,
Captivated audiences,
Questioning minds,
Truthfully faking,
Emotions benign,
Stars distorted,
Unnatural designs,
Hope for Oscar,
Critics chime.
May 2019 · 335
Nugget
Ben Tol May 2019
Golden skin,

Initial crunch,

Cloud like interior,

Dinner or lunch,

Undeniably tasty,

Ideal to munch.
May 2019 · 337
New Meaning
Ben Tol May 2019
Today will be the day,
Everything comes this way.

Surging through these veins,
A proactive antidote to pain.

Arisen with fresh eyes,
Loosened yesterday’s ties.

The face of change is smiling,
Self value is no longer compromising.

Shaken off the lethargic slime,
Been rescheduled to prime time.

Lost the identity of a schlep,
Bounce rediscovered in the step.

Self-given a new meaning,
Opportunities are teeming.

No longer engulfed in sorrow,
Tomorrow is a new tomorrow.
May 2019 · 233
No Meaning
Ben Tol May 2019
Wake up, stay up, sleep...

Wake up, stay up, repeat...

Wake up, stay up, weep...

Wake up, stay up, repeat...

Wake up, stay up, reap...

Wake up, stay up, repeat...

Wake up, stay up, sleep...

Wake up, stay up, repeat...

Wake up, stay up, weep...

Wake up, stay up, repeat...

Wake up, stay up, reap...

Oops! That last cut slipped too deep...

That last time that they weep...

That last time they decided to reap...

That last sleep that they can never repeat...
Ben Tol May 2019
Another cog sanctioned to help turn the capitalist cycle,
Trapped! Forever in this self perpetuating mechanism.

Another body sentenced to break itself to help preserve the lifestyle of the more fortunate,
In the vein hope that one day they can too enjoy some of life’s freedoms.

Another vote not loud enough to speak of their personal indifferences,
But enough to add a crumb to that year’s politician’s half-baked ideas.

Another soul destined to live a life they hadn’t intended,
Living to work, rather than living to live.
Apr 2019 · 251
Time
Ben Tol Apr 2019
Forever tick, tick, ticking along,
Can feel so right and the next feel so wrong,
Can be cherished for eternity or quickly forgotten,
Can drag it’s heels or feel continually prolonged,
Can be captured in a snapshot or explained through song,
One moment it’s there the next it’s gone.
Mar 2019 · 376
Coach Trip
Ben Tol Mar 2019
Fifty-two people; one destination,
Six wheels rolling across this great nation,
Fifty-two minds trying to escape boredom,
Seventeen people casually snoring,
One-hundred-and-four *** cheeks turning numb,
Twenty-eight chairs peppered with crumbs,
Fifty-two people itching to move,
Seven people impressed with the view,
Fifty-two people stand and stretch,
Fifty-one people have shuffled and left,
One person stays and has a quick rest,
The same person stays to repeat the trek.
Feb 2019 · 270
Grandstand
Ben Tol Feb 2019
Stand together!

Stand tall!

Stand proud!

Don’t fall!

Pick each other up!

Stand for the rights of all!

We’re louder as a unit!

Isolated

our voices

become

small...
Feb 2019 · 120
Tea
Ben Tol Feb 2019
Tea
So many opportunities trapped in this minuscule white sack,
Formally accompanied by a crisp, sweet snack,
Depending on your preference it can be presented milky, drunk or black.

This liquid can manifest itself in a number of forms,
The reason behind so many conversations being born,
Engulfed by the holder - cold, hot or lukewarm.

Used to engage or relax the mind,
Taking that first testing slurp allows tension to unwind,
To create it for a friend is a gesture so small, yet oh-so kind.
Feb 2019 · 140
Lazy Sunday
Ben Tol Feb 2019
Want the world to leave me alone,
Get lost in my herbal cone,
Sink back and think about things,
Sooner or later Eureka will ring.

Don’t want to be one of society’s drones,
Another animal forced in clothes,
My thoughts should be all of my own,
Dictated to by somebody unknown,
We should be free from our birthplace’s shackles,
A stranger won’t fight a stranger’s personal battles.

Train of thought broken,
As a crisp is missed and the tongue is bitten.

First moment I’ve noticed the high,
Twenty-something minutes after the zoot has gone dry,
Cotton-mouth again what a surprise,
Looking like I’ve sprinkled salt in my eyes.
Feb 2019 · 1.3k
Soccer
Ben Tol Feb 2019
This is such a trivial game,
Kick the sphere again and again,
Grass stains and next day joint pain,
Yellow and Red squares dictate the calmness of play.

CEO wages to do this all day,
Makes the mind boggle how much the first team is paid,
Owned by the men with most expensive pieces of paper,
Football players are modern day gladiators.

Celebrate! The ***** flown through three sticks,
Let’s get rowdy and call the opposing fans ******!
Feb 2019 · 729
Teenage Wish
Ben Tol Feb 2019
Wished I was a Libertine,
Never an hour not sober,

Wished I was as cool as the anti pop-culture machine,
Never fall prey to a hangover,

Wished I was able to afford the designer jeans,
Never let societal pressures takeover,

Wished I was the archetype of the scene,
Never be a poser.

Wished I was someone to be seen,
Never settle for a pushover.
Feb 2019 · 109
Post Club
Ben Tol Feb 2019
There’s a lonesome lass chilling at the bus stop,
Extracting the last few pulls from her hand rolled lollipop,
Now regretting those unnecessary bathroom pit stops,
Didn’t make a move but that’s not entirely her fault.

Shame her night had to come to such an abrupt end,
Regretting the money she allows her nose to continually spend,
Waiting in the rain for the ***** scented people wagon,
The night bus doth appear as rouge as Cadwaladr’s dragon.
Feb 2019 · 105
Big Night Out
Ben Tol Feb 2019
You see the young bucks come up from the countryside,
Drinking on the train and hoping for a good time,
In a group of four but there ain’t no foresight,
They’ve all been blinded by the illuminated city lights,
Hoping to wake up next to someone random,
Add another member to their ****** fandom,
They’ll inevitably be on the first train home,
One may get too drunk, get lost and travel alone,
Gain more numbers than they all can remember,
Spend the hungover morning after pondering what to send her,
Fast forward! It’s now the subsequent weekend,
Oh look! The young bucks are at it again.
Feb 2019 · 112
Paranoia
Ben Tol Feb 2019
Imagining nothing,

Creating your own fiction,

Incorrectly predicting,

Self deprecating affliction,

Mind keeps racing,

Negative thought addiction!
Feb 2019 · 116
Flared Jeans
Ben Tol Feb 2019
In the 70’s they were highly important,
Now they’re old at the back of the rack we store them,

Still useful but not fit for purpose,
Left to feel nothing more than worthless,

Cannot associate with the modern day style,
Haven’t garnered respect from the youth in a while,

Today they hide in the sanctity of a home,
Dark, cold and and very much alone
Feb 2019 · 105
Why?
Ben Tol Feb 2019
Why do we fight?
Why do we scrap?
Why do we get angry?
Why do we slap?
Why do we punch?
Why do we attack?
Why do we argue?
Why do we stab?
Why do we shoot?
Why do we go to war?
Why are we born?

Are the hostilities worth it anymore?
Feb 2019 · 111
Home Time Traffic
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.
Feb 2019 · 95
A Golden Virginia
Ben Tol Feb 2019
White foam,

Rectangular paper,

Bright flame,

See you later...
Feb 2019 · 448
My Old Boss
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.
Feb 2019 · 316
....
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.”
Feb 2019 · 410
Public Screening
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!"
Jan 2019 · 165
Personal Box
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.
Jan 2019 · 153
Cancer Stick
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.
Dec 2018 · 152
My Generation
Ben Tol Dec 2018
Branded as a snowflake,
Each one individually unique,
Easily offended,
Not allowed to disagree,
Melting under pressure,
Can't handle the heat,
Jeremy is our messiah,
How unbelievably obscene,
Blind sited by the red mist,
Politics of an idyllic dream.
Dec 2018 · 1.2k
Labouring
Ben Tol Dec 2018
Dig, dig and dig the dirt,

Sweat stains occupy most of the t-shirt,

Energetic, powerful bursts,

Keep shovelling until it hurts,

Hard hat caste system,

Know who's in charge and who's the assistant,

Burger vans appear wouldn't want to miss them,

A line of ketchup to add some vitamins,

Cancer sticks help to break up the day,

For torrential rain certain builders pray,

Happily take no play; no pay.
Dec 2018 · 157
Writer's Block
Ben Tol Dec 2018
Void of imagination,
Complete loss of inspiration.
Ben Tol Dec 2018
When it happens the mind starts to ponder,

It's not space that makes the heart grow fonder,

But the distance in your lives and not being able to hold them any longer.

So often souls touch for a fleeting moment,

Before they're made the bonds are destined to be broken,

Clueless to what went wrong; what does one do for atonement?
Dec 2018 · 329
Number 1
Ben Tol Dec 2018
My neighbour's neighbour is highly illusive,

Their comings and goings are rather curious,

A wave and a smile but they stay oblivious,

Seems like a joyless life. Far too serious,

Curtains always drawn is rather mysterious,

Are they rude or am I delirious?
Dec 2018 · 329
Black Treacle
Ben Tol Dec 2018
The dark poison running through Earth's veins,

Made out of dinosaur graves,

Greed controls the liquid's flow,

The tracks it leaves look like great clouds of snow,

A wonderful thing, but its damage is decietful,

Thick, crude and its presence generates evil.
Dec 2018 · 1.9k
Not So Social Media
Ben Tol Dec 2018
Technology wasted on greed and vanity,
Immersed in the web of a fictional reality,
A window to a soul that doesn't exist,
Verbal onslaughts now more powerful than fists,
Modern communications are eerily silent,
Tip, tap, tip tap, can topple a tyrant,
Tunnel vision fixated on the glowing rectangles,
Blue light so bright the mind it mangles,
Hunting for the red hearts of communal acceptane,
If not enough is found on comes a flood of repentance.
Dec 2018 · 108
Wasted Days
Ben Tol Dec 2018
Life slipping like sand between ones fingers,
In the internal darkness one's screams linger,
Nobody can see the emotional demise,
As the eternal wait for the end never arrives,
No mind can know what another is dreaming,
No mind can know what the other truly believes in,
A civil war of ideals and personality,
Bringing in to question ones absolute sanity,
Free-falling down a bottomless pit,
No reason; no purpose; no excuse to exist.
Dec 2018 · 425
Spoooons
Ben Tol Dec 2018
Unintentionally the last man to be noticed,
"Who's next?" Everyone in the place is!
No customer relations.

Glut of purple cider drinkers,
Crammed in like sardines,
A ghost town after the final bell rings.

No entry without your adult pass,
Gardens with no grass,
That's if your lucky.

Otherwise, its street smoking with the beggars,
Have to separate from the cylinders of golden nectar,
There's not even an umbrella.
Dec 2018 · 511
Sun Ray
Ben Tol Dec 2018
Mr. Ray's oppressive,

Hot-headed and aggressive,

Turning white to tan,

His attendance isn't to plan,

Beating down on people,

We hope tomorrow is a sequel.
Dec 2018 · 109
A pint
Ben Tol Dec 2018
A head of ruptured bubbles,

A body made of glass,

A constant cold sweat,

A potion filled with laughs,

A history richer than most,

A varied version of times gone past.
Dec 2018 · 374
Morning tube
Ben Tol Dec 2018
Grey man with a grey face,

Living life at a fast pace,

Rammed in like a multicultured paste,

Next to no breathing space,

Enter and exit with a pompous haste,

Leaving the underworld is step-by-step race,

Each contestant on the credit chase.
Dec 2018 · 706
Eastern Middle
Ben Tol Dec 2018
Straight borders,
Carved by former rulers,
Hidden treasures,
Disparity and deserts,
Majority poor,
Civil war,
Super wealthy,
Mindsets unhealthy,
Transatlantic bombs,
Landing on the wronged,
Once an oasis,
Now no go places,
Oil worth billions,
Starving children,
International villains,
Attacking civilians,
In constant crisis,
Lack of human kindness.
Dec 2018 · 103
Willow tree
Ben Tol Dec 2018
Standing tall,

Passing the test of time,

Young and old both entwined,

A solid core,

With subtle extremities,

Gained stature over the centuries,

Casts no judgement,

Feels no pain,

Fuelled by the power of sun and the rain.

— The End —