Et tu Brutî

Posted by prewitt1970

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.

Words~

Posted by prewitt1970

As I’m left with the remnants of my day
Bits and pieces of my patch work memory
Some good, some bad, some just…
I’m left with a body broken an tired
Each piece screams for release from these borrowed bones
A Frankenstein of pills and prose
Sorrow filled woes of choices and voice pulling me apart like a sharks first feast.
Sleep…. Calls my name as the night creeps and the frogs sing, a chill to the nights air takes me places long forgotten and most missed
Of clear nights sky’s, laughter and lullabies.
Truths unspoken to the stars, warm fires and wishful kisses.
All gone to the dreams of a body that won’t last.
B~
Written 6/8/14

Escorts and Ascots~

Posted by prewitt1970

If I gave you my heart would you tare it apart? Could you, would you know what to do with a love so tender and true.From this I have seen and what could it mean that our actions speak louder than words. Or shall it be said that whispers in bed fall upon deaf ears by daylights dawn.

A pawn I’ll not be for if I’m set free then that will be that and the last of me you’ll see.

For a fool I am not nor do I ask of a lot

Just simply to be held in your heart.
You hide behind your broken wings taking only what you want when you need it.

Leaving a wake a hurt and confusion in your path.

All in the name of reclamation of self

All in the name of I can and me first.

Sadly when the dust settles I’ll be gone

And you’ll have missed out on the joy and happiness

I had to share, the undying love and need to nurture and care for you

To build you up and carry you when you were weak

That will all be gone as you’ve left me in the ashes

and broken pieces you left behind

Originally written 6/5/15

Rewritten 5/24/16

thoughts about Demons and demons of thought.

Posted by prewitt1970

About every 4 months the moon slips beneath the waves in your eyes and turns the sea black with rage and fear.
I don’t know this person, this demon in our soul. Chewing on everything good and true in my life.
Such fear does this demon possess that I leaches the very hope and trust from my soul.
Such darkness hides the light in my eyes too. I look and I see emptiness and heartache ruthless self harm and deceit. Lies upon lies until we’ve become the “perfect person”
Hate is evil and I am tired.
So tired of the demons behind my eyes. Always waiting for a sign of weakness and fear. Stripping the love from my bones like ravenous dogs.

Torturous these thoughts are, demons taking my joy away consuming my mind with uselessness born only to harm and hate. I’ve learned a thing or two and I don’t trust easily especially after playing with fire only to get burned. But one forgiving broken soul to another I’m not sure which is worse the knowledge or knowing. The hearing or the hurting, the black hole left by each lie told to these blue eye.

The End.

A time of love,loss and lies~

Posted by prewitt1970

There was a time that you loved me.
When the look in your eyes spoke of passion and wonder.
A time nights became days
And sunsets blended to sunrises
What seemed like days of talking and walking..
Then life came to play and the demons peaked from the shadows
Yours, mine it didn’t seem to matter
Anymore who’s they were they were always there.
Now you don’t look into my eyes
Not tonight…
The loves not behind what I see
only lies lurk, hidden truths fearful to leave the lips as they though just being words can kill this love…
Whispered thoughts of do I dare I?
Echoes of silence cloud my mind as slip back into the streaming thoughts and letters that fall from the sky….
Falling, failing, father forgive me.

The end.

Benjamin
2016
“A life in progress.”

** A piece about sorrows and insecurity, deceit and love.
Just words put together in no specific order.Not a reflection of my current life.
Cheers
B.
Please remember to keep love in your heart always for the darkest nights can be warmed be its unseen fire.