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  • benjamins_poetry_ 47w

    An angel once told me
    When there’s light
    there is love
    When there’s darkness
    The light is still there
    behind the moons companion
    But when the light creeps through
    the shadows of the trees
    that’s when you know
    your light has shown through

  • benjamins_poetry_ 48w

    You don’t know me
    Though you “know” me
    Your words are naive and cowardly
    Your words of a lawn mower
    As I am your grass
    Never wanting me to grow
    And reach where I must go
    Yes it’s in the past
    And you have grown dull
    But I still feel the words
    Mowing me over in your image
    Yes I have grown
    Gone places I need to be
    But you still cut
    Though you don’t cut as deep
    It still leaves a noticeable trail

    ©benjamins_poetry_

  • benjamins_poetry_ 48w

    A day in June

    A green, lush variety of trees
    Wind whispering it’s mysterious voice
    The humid heat of early June
    has taken a slight break
    Now a comforting healing in shade
    On this June day I’ll meet
    with the sky of baby blue
    with clouds shaped of life
    Underneath this mighty oak tree
    with grass of an olive green
    and clovers of an abundant team
    I’m escaping a world of death
    escaping a world of tragedy
    and a world of sickness
    to an endless hope of peace
    that I must gently hold
    Back I go to my world of madness
    I pray I can soon make a return


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  • benjamins_poetry_ 49w

    Pen, paper, world

    Hello paper
    Hello pen
    It’s been a while
    My soul has been stuck
    Trying to figure out
    What it is I’m longing for
    What it is I’m dealt with
    I’ve heard about our world
    What am I doing wrong?
    I’m still broken
    This world of hate
    with drowning all around
    This can’t be our world
    The pen as my eyes
    The words as my tears
    And the paper as my world
    Thank you for letting me back in

    ©benjamins_poetry_

  • benjamins_poetry_ 50w

    Suicidal need

    I killed a man
    Not just any man
    He shook in disbelief
    His blood gushed in a
    winding twist of defense
    Slurring around to find its way
    within a spell of magic touch
    The man that once was
    was poison to who I am
    When murder on the innocent
    is ignored in blatancy
    times start to change
    with gas on an open flame
    Thus my murder seems justified
    To kill who I once liked
    and fill who I should love
    with the blood of a new dawn

    ©benjamins_poetry_

  • benjamins_poetry_ 50w

    What was once

    Always think you’re right
    Truth is, you’re wrong
    For this freedom isn’t free
    unless you turn away
    Ignoring what’s in front
    of your tasteless view
    Once this volcano erupts
    you won’t have any say
    Dragging us all down
    with suffering tears
    streaming down our faces
    as we remember destroying
    what was once our world

    ©benjamins_poetry_

  • benjamins_poetry_ 51w

    The chaos around
    I’m losing the grip
    Incompetence surrounds
    my swollen drip
    of confused tears
    To be alive
    isn’t what this should be
    The solid ineptitude
    of what occurs each day
    What is it?
    The supremacy of...being?
    Ruling over you
    with your lack of opinion
    How dare one not look like you
    in a world of envisioning
    May we all fight back!
    Scars are from tomorrow
    Grasping the demise
    to end the suffering for all
    Sit back and reflect
    For this is not a lie
    We must protect

    ©benjamins_poetry_

  • benjamins_poetry_ 52w

    Earth’s teardrops

    The raindrops are in view
    On this clear glass window
    I was stopped on this road
    On a rainy spring day
    When life attempted to open
    From the heavens above
    But too many clouds with reason
    Closed on in to pour down
    A story of every raindrop
    Tears of the sky remain to the glass
    As we all go on our daily lives
    Ignoring the tears of every story
    Going back into our little hive


    ©benjamins_poetry_

  • benjamins_poetry_ 52w

    With new change
    Comes a new chapter
    When the book is written
    We can’t see the next page
    Until we turn it
    The feel of its lined and Manila power
    That once held up a mighty tree
    Now has words of life on it
    With nerves of a jagged edge
    Until it’s turned once more
    And you find out
    Whether your bitter beginning
    Was worth it
    As you approach one more inning

    ©benjamins_poetry_

  • benjamins_poetry_ 54w

    To be a man

    Hit that home run
    Always be the sun
    Hunt that deer
    But never fear
    To love a man
    How could you?
    To love a woman
    Always room for more
    Don’t shed a tear
    So they can shed theirs
    This is it
    He’s to the point of breakdown
    No going back now
    They’ve seen it
    Breaking news
    His tears have flooded the roads
    He must wear the mask
    We must invoke the shame
    We sit and then ponder
    Why he goes and creates his thunder
    With lightning of a thousand bolts

    ©benjamins_poetry_