How strange-free write

It’s midnight here and I must go write. Type or speak but not write, is anything written anymore…? Vows not spoken nor true loves token, taken anymore. Has the world lost its way again? How strange to be here again as the flowers start to push and reach for the nights air. Like a dream of a dream that I’ve been here before. Soon the sun will come and bring more changes to the world, my world and our lives are scarred forevermore with the tears of Angels.

How strange that you are here while I am there. Worlds apart but we breath the same air. Tonight I am weak and solice I seek for the demons tear at my soul…. Twin flames burn bright white hot as ones heart turns to coal. Another turns to stone in face of a place I used to call home. Strange how you think you know what you’d do when it came time to do it, but time is fickle , like an icecicle it drips away before you know it.

Benjamin-2018

**Random freewrite, the purging of my brains.

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Wax on, wax off

There are times in the night that are so long and so fearful that not even upon my demons would I wish this gripping fear and anxiety upon them or any another living soul. They feed on the slightest touch, even a glance or side stare and they’re back and I am human I am full of weakness and tortured pains. Crushing darkness like only those who have truly looked into deaths cold dark eyes can understand. A pain so encompassing and soul sucking that the very thought of it leaves a a foul taste in my mouth.

Then I am lost in sea of words that have feeling, as to say a true chemical touch like licking a light socket while dancing in the rain with your head on fire as they laugh and throw broken bottles at your feet at you, while you stumble and fall from grace.

These days are spent pretending to care, pretending to be alive and not just some walking corpse of a man used to be. A shell of a human I even want to be anymore, dancing with beggars and demons, used for shelter while giving shelter while needing shelter is a hard place to hide from. Not a good place to be nor a place or human I ever thought I’d see never the less live fully as a man my age… Life, love, cancer and disease are fickle bitches in the night and abusive masters during the day….

Gone are the days of wine and roses. Gone are the days where I care about how much I weight or the swagger of my step. Belittled finally to the point where I don’t care anymore. Sick to my stomach as I watch the fairy light twinkle and fade. Flickering from muse to muse then expect to be fed and bed then put fast asleep. In slender sheets of cotten lace and paper trace, pretty little liars make suck delicate treats to eat if you can balance thier fires.

The End

“And then we all fall down.”

B-2018

Touched

Funny how our perspective changes over time. Currently laying in bed sick with a head cold its kinda lame. The funny part is I’m such a huge baby when it comes to being sick. Fight cancer!! No problems, live daily with the challenges of Parkinson’s disease, I got this… But oh no πŸ˜±πŸ˜·πŸ€’πŸ€’πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚ give me a head cold and I’m doomed..

I really do hate being sick, I don’t think of myself as a sick person, yes I have Parkinson’s disease and I beat cancer but I don’t feel like a “sick” or like an ill person. Anyhow someday I’ll tell you about this next adventure in life. Until then be safe and make good choices. Always.

Benjamin-2018

Unteather my love.

As the sounds of the night echo in the distance,a car door closes as the reminder to us all that we’re never really alone. Just often really lonely. Funny thing fear and being alone can do to one’s confidence and morale. It makes us accept less than we would ever have. Simply. A short story: Once upon a time, love meant never having to be affraid. Now I’m not sure what it means to be truly loved. So many people coming and going so many sad stories to be told over and over again. These days nobody wants to commit because nobody wants to get hurt. Even myself these days I find I’m more reserved than before.. some of you are rolling your eyes as we speak πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚ I’ve grown, though begrudgingly to accept that I most likely will never have another “normal” physical/soulful relationship. Sometimes it bothers me lots like tonight, but others times I’m rather thankful.

My head is swimming with thoughts tonight millions of them, and all I really wanted was a safe place to rest for the night. Unteather my love.

This lower section is a bit of a ramble, so if that matters then read no further.

In this madness of modern day communication, stop and look at yourself. The real you, not your FB page or Instagram. But you, take a look at the people who really are there.. those are your people that are in your real life. With all this advancement of knowledge and humans relationship yet we still cheat and lie to each others faces just to avoid the consequences of our own actions. Just a social observation, btw. I’m not sure what or if I like what the world has turned into these days. If words mean then nothing to a world gone cold then I shall sit quietly and wait to die, count my blessings and be thankful for the life I’ve had the honor of living. Anyhow I’m done for tonight. I hope wherever the world finds you that you are kind to it and it to you.

B-2018

Bye bye butterfly bye bye

I once caught a butterfly, she was most magnificent thing you’ll ever see. I chased and chased then finally she was mine… Slowly, then quicker and quicker the glitter began to fade. Little did I know that you can’t catch butterflies they catch you. For in my capture she fluttered and failed. Fell apart piece by beautiful piece, she was not to be caught for she needed a thousand points of light to free and with me she could never be. Bye bye butterfly bye bye.

The End.

B-2018