Broken Robot pieces

There was a time when life was clear. Each day I’d wake, go to work come home hopefully making dinner with the family, movie-tv time evening chill then sleeps, rinse and repeat for years. Now I feel challenged at every turn, pulled and pushed in every way possible that a man and human could be taxed of heart,body and soul. This candle grows dim with each deception and sin I swallow so the world can rest in peace as I bury their secret whispers to God along with daises in my graveyard. You’ve broken me and my robot heart with your robot heart breaking machine that you’ve crafted over a lifetime of abuse at the hands of others lies. Greed makes people crazy, I know as I’ve nothing but the clothes on my back. Nothing to hold onto but the sound of my own voice and pounding heart. Nothing else to lose except myself.

Why??? I scream at the heavens as I beg for forgiveness why must I be so cursed with this body and mind. This soul on fire. A walking zombie just waiting to to hear that golden horn to take me home. Faith has a way of making us feel super human, like we are closer to God than anyone else. Are we though can you not decern the voice of God from your own nor the whispers of demons in your ears and flutters in your broken robot heart.

Now life is not clear or good it is not the life I want to have anymore. There is to much pain, fear, anxiety and confusion here in this new place of life. All my safety nets gone, just me and my bad choices. At least I can be accountable for my actions, reasons don’t have to be excuses sometimes it is just a reason but I’ve have learned that when think you’ve got life you’ll find life has got you. . I’m tired of this knowing, seeing, feeling of peoples hidden truths. It is a burden a can no longer bare. Sleep will come soon and I will find her again in heaven as I rest my tired soul.

Benjamin 2018

**Just working through some stuff, as a writer and artist here is my canvas. Do not judge what you can’t even imagine.


My new helper

Ok so I’m not normally one to invite all over for tea, as much as I love to share I find that a certain amount of my space / our space is good to have. I do however have a soft spot for kitty. So I thought I’d do this very rare from my home to yours post. This is Ash, I just call him little guy he is the newest member of the house and I welcome him openly.

He says Hi, so what ya doing? Can I help.? Here let me sit right on top of these crunchy buttons.

Hmmmm, look Mr.B you seem to have spelled something in error.

No it’s this one right here. So yeah, little guy has no hesitation coming up and helping me communicate with the world as a matter if a fact he was very concerned that things on the screen seemed to be moving around. I must admit its nice to have a younger cat around the house again there have been plenty of cute cat moments since his arrival.
**now back to your regularly scheduled broadcast.