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Hey…..

I’ve fallen for you….. I didn’t mean to… It happened a while ago when nobody was looking. I’m not even sure I knew myself at the time.. Father,painter, poet and madman shakily at your service ⚓️🌹⚓️ 

  

  B.2016


May each of your days be better than the last.

***Some words will always ring true***
~Small Coins~
You can feel the summer slowly start loosen its grip as the crickets come back out to sing. 

The sky starts it journey towards darkness just a little earlier every night.

The summer fruits have come and gone i welcome the bats as they will return shortly.

I can feel change in the winds, yet for the first time in what feels like a thousand years I have no fear of them. 

I do not go quietly into the night

For I will sing with the crickets and fly with the bats as I paint what’s left of my story…..

Benjamin 

2013

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Et tu Brutî

On this darkest day oh hollow man shed this wanten skin….Bleed no more for these these things

That cause pause to a soldiers heart.
Such fragile breath on angels wings
Bared ones heart to scissored strings.

Never more shall I go into the darkness alone.
Never more shall I throw stones,,In glass houses.
Never more shall I sing of things to the tune of a def ear and blinded eye.

Silent such voided love and fill this cup with pain and paint.
Fill this vessel oh world of wonder for this knight grows long in the hall of unrequited love..
Born of mystery and misery…. Of healing want in one hand and a lovers whip in another..

Fly…fly away with the birds and the bees. 
Flowers and trees for these things have no place in this heart of darkness.

These halls are mine.. And mine alone…
Cursed to wander for a thousand , thousand years…
Alone…me and these words…. Me and this paint that grows…

Alone…. or iam i destined to this life? id there a queen fit for my fits and delusions, these sharks and quakes that bury my mind and heart. For the one that heald my hand for better or for worse cast me aside and the beauty queen who said she’d stay lost her way.

Do you dare hold the hand of dying mad man? To watch as the chaos closes my eyes and blinds my mind for the final time here in chapter three of me…..?
the end.
b.
2016
post words:
words of fear and love spilled blindly these days as hope for a dream in dream that will take home once again for my sword and sheild have grown tired of the fight. I trade these tools of destruction and madness for hoe and shovel,All ove ever wanted is to come home….to plant a garden a fill it with love, art and the reminder that this world is heaven on earth. Someone just forget to us the right story.

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catching words as fall before my eyes, some big. Some small. All for you.

I  ran with love in my hand like a child unaware to keep the sharp point facing down.I slept with angels and played the Devils and danced beneath the pail moonlight. Just to say I’d kissed the devil and lived to tell.

I trusted full and completely for lies were nothing but rumors and things bad boys did. Thinking I was righteous I won every single fight. Saved every process I met and walked round 

Before I knew I was something….. But know I can’t remember. What it was, I’d fought for to long let me charges side to to many years.

Things slipped through my fingers and splash upon the floor,memories that makes stop and linger for a moments time stop. Memories so real they yank the tears from my heart. A stillness came as the chaos washed me clean and there I lay, torn and broken from a childhood of dreams left tortured and abandoned by love and misguided dreams.

Didn’t they ever tell not to tell a lost boy you love him.? For are we not the stewards of love? Are we not the protectors of the small,weak and the uncared for? This love of love has left me split, broken with the desire to love and care. The desire to take all of your problems away and show you the life one can lead free of care of man kinds worry and loss.

I, I am here. Ready, waiting……..

B.
2016
“a life in progress.”

   

 

Unsupervised 

There was no wind 

No sound
Not even a whisper could be heard that night.
Even stars seemed to strain against the weight of the waiting moon.
Each night they waited.
Hopeful for just the smallest glimpse of her,radiance before slipping back into their darknness for the night.

Hold gently my dear for my heart is tender my mind weak and heart heavy.

Take gently in these hands of thine, I’ll take yours, if you take mine.
The End.
B. 2016