Some words poetic, some words not.

Does every star not shatter upon hitting the ground? 

No matter how brightly it shown in life the impact is what hurts the fall is freedom. 

Silence not time heals all wounds and distractions of frivolity play easy on broken heart strings yet this vessel is not if for Jeune nor dance for at least a full cycle of life. 

Damaged ,cooked to the core through and through left my most for dead forgotten and buried as a bad dream of the past by others, missed by some and loved by even fewer. These bones irradiated and irrational grip to the hope that all of this pain was worth something. Penance for what???? I beg of you let this Madness end.

Sombre and tired of living life the way I have because obviously I’m not very good at it, the painting part is fine and occasionally I write a wide or two that might make sense somewhere to someone. 

Breathing I’m still fairly good at when I’m not choking. The rest of this whole being alive thing I question though a great deal. Such proponderous thoughts for a tired guy. Guess my cup of beef broth didn’t hit four stars tonight lol. To anyone who made it down this far of my sad little rant , merci beacoupe I don’t mean to complain I know I’m the only one who can change my life,choices and direction,imoact, ect in this life but damn these trials have become pretty heavy. At least as far as these shoulders are concerned. Right then goddess night,US. Happy Ground hogs day UK if that’s a thing there.

  • Much love and light.              Benjamin.                               2017 –                 “A life in progress.”

9 thoughts on “Some words poetic, some words not.

  1. Beautifully written, my dear man. I believe we are ALL entitled to resounding ouches when life stomps on our toes. Repeatedly. Positivity pablum be damned. No apologies necessary – or appropriate.

    Sending healing light.
    (Madelyn Griffith-Haynie – ADDandSoMuchMORE dot com)
    ADD Coach Training Field founder; ADD Coaching co-founder
    “It takes a village to transform a world!”

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Listening in the cold, rainy night….. yea, life with chronic illness sucks, dear man. But my experience leads me to believe most will run to a happier place than by your ( or my) side. Even the most well intentioned souls… I don’t blame them.

    Self expression is a must so don’t go silent… I’m a fine one to talk but after awhile there aren’t any words that fill the silence of ones heart. We have no choice but to watch the sunset, soak in natures offerings, let it be.

    Much love my dear…

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.