Exc!amation of Thought

I will spring forth randomly and quench the thirst of this unborn seed.
The fleeting persuasion of consonant meaning.
Bleed the untold speech of the voiceless. Screaming color.
Discreet endoshperic patterns excrete the weakness of heroic scripts
written in the tears of the spirits sorrowfully singing through keys
searching for the true character, timbre.
Vibrating frequencies of sensation
spread across the epidermis
triggering spasms of exstatic sonsory exclamation!
Static waves spell shapes of lost names
given to the unborn babes
raised in purgatory with out graves.
These mistakes pile up each day
into this massive massacre
of tortured sacrificial remains.
Sheep.
So I shall reep.
Until I retreat and percieve the balance of behavior .
The distance between beings.
energy equated to the relationships based evenly.
Without denying personal specifications.
Braveless.
Our hearts are no longer a compass
they are tied weights
the heaviest of anchors.
To be enslaved with the instinctual
innertia of nature.
The order of unrestricted or contained spacial arrangements.
Dictating whether or not we are deserving of mates.
Whether or not we deserve the consideration of fate.
The disposition of restriction.
Unforgiving decisions.
GOD only bears witness.
We are the children. One only knows the wisdom. It is not him.
We are one through this journey of birth.
Beginning with the initiation
of the blossoming flower tempting the culmination
of cosmic creation.
Once we reach the end . The history of everything.
All we know to be true.
The beauty and disease we have etched into our bodies.
We will then turn and fold, collapse our form
into one single moment
a moment
where an entire universe
made love to itself
and imploded perfect satisfaction
as it experienced the birth and death of all life
so spledidly and rigorously.
It reached up and handed itself the apple,
bit and drank the juices deeply.
Stored the information through out.
The one life we have all been living.
So repeatedly.
We are the first we will be the last.
That is the reason why, when we hurt ourselves.

I laugh.

Haiku

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current flows as muscle

bending the rhythm of form

egos crash like waves




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- Ben

Sentiment

The realization could spell indifference
when intimate images are no longer hidden
But we will what is our wisdom
As our passion becomes unrestricted

There will be few moments when this sentiment
will be so gracefully given..

I would never take advantage or for granted
the respect we have established
although the glaring distraction
makes romance hard to fathom
with our hearts within our reach
an understanding comes to grasp
I hold on to the feeling
that this experience could heal the past

To learn from the mistakes
To build where we both collapsed..
The ruins of our follies will soon shape our individual paths
I will meet you at the crossroads
Take some weight off your back
You can pay me with a smile and when I make you laugh..

The tears from my eyes will be so sweet
my taste will no longer sour

The bitter kiss that tortures us

Love purely will devour

- Ben

Confrontation

to avoid confrontation.

The idea that neglecting or even pacifying cooperation by avoiding the responsibility of communication. Will somehow better our individual situation by denying connections that could be nourished as healthy interaction.

People claim the will to be virtuous, however lack the strength to tell those near to them what they are not prepared to hear. The responsibility is clear. Be true to the ideas and wisdom developed by your own experience while patiently learning about the perception developed by contrary personalities.

There are lessons to be learned. Through the constant turmoil that every life becomes entangled in. There are solutions being resolved. To problems that might seem difficult to fathom. Every second that we spend in conceptual life. There is an experience that is showing insight to a situation that could be detrimental to our understanding.

Why must we be separated from the ones that need reflection. Give what guidance you know to be true. Be prepared to receive information that can only be decrypted with sympathy and patience. Contrast of opinion can be easily viewed as constructive in its' ability to surface passionate insight.



04/23/08


- Ben

Slumber

As lay there hanging above the most tranquil of slumbers

I let myself fall down slowly
into the dark waters of a dreamless sleep

removing my being from its consistent fluttering

as if I were to shut my eyes
and the universe would turn
as black as the abyss

Awakening

Only to find something so precious cradled in my arms

I pull tighter

the breathe she releases
delivers a sigh of subtle relaxed kindness

somehow removing the woe of my reluctance
and gently lifting the discomforts of conflicting passions

scattering the burden of concern
into a myriad of microscopic details

that hint at the comedy of sadness
and the irony of Compassion


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- Ben

The Bereavement of Peace

What can you do when you have reached the end? Is there a single moment when the chance to start over presences itself?

It seems as though the experience that we have grown to take for granted has come to show us the folly of our actions.

As we live through our lives pretending that what we have encountered, is temporary and subject to change. Consequently revealing to us the calamity of reality and in turn engaging us to the abrupt realization that our passion for kindness and our commitment to honesty can sometimes be dismantled by the relationships we have built. Upon the essence of charity and the grace of care and understanding, we have deceived our loyalty by vanquishing our abilities and surrendering our compassion to the will of reclusive characters.

Those that do not care. Do not understand.

We as martyrs will nullify the punishment. To soften the epiphany that must be realized.

This can only perpetuate the burden of humanity, bestowed therein the bereavement of peace.



- Ben


(April 6, 2008)

I am not the Foolish One

You should just stop trying.


This inevitable dream land you have conjured is just a soft bed of machine cut flowers cut down before they were allowed to bloom.

The fact is, that you cannot claim to believe in truth and good will, the fortune of honesty, or the majesty of noble cause. Without the stigma of sacrifice or the unflinching conflict of disruption which is, in this case, and all cases.... Fear. But what you fear you are not allowed to emote. The fact is that you are able to conceal your insecurities and disobliged concerns with a masque of inconsiderate rhetoric that you pass off as communication or some sort of botched attempt at personal communion. To sell the idea of understanding or awareness to someone that has no relationship to the grasp of that fact.

No one is what they say. Every one is what they do.

Words only go so far. These words will take you to a alternate fantasy, but lack the roots that can decrypt the enigma of our subconscious being.

This is a problem.


(04 - 2008)