~Words from the Garden~

~Words from the Garden~

Star light star bright the first star I see tonight.
You are the light of this knight, in the day I wander till dinner time comes, then off to the stories and PJs and Dancing sugar plum fairies.
The night however is mine to keep
No trolls or phones to constantly beep. The nights been ours for hours and ours to keep, lullabies, cradle,now off to sleep.
Cheers~
B.
2015
“A life in progress”

A day spent my way

~A day spent my way~There was a time when I could feel my feet

That place a space where they and the earth did meet

Now these days the hands do shake

Like the earth of old lands did quake

I try to smile and laugh each day

While slowly all my feeling fades away

No sense of smell or pleasure from touch

Can’t even figure out what to have for lunch

Paint gives me peace a sort of release

Till two flights and a landing layover

Keep me at bay

Face slips and slides as my smile fades

A mask of me and things I see

Reflections on a pool of glass 

Cracked, frozen, waiting as I always have.
B.

(Re-write) 2014-2015

  

The day was made for you.

The morning chill came today for the first time this summer.
Her cool touch eased the day and
gave comfort as it stroked gardens of our home.
A gentle light towards the east gave way to the day as I brushed the light from eyes.
Such beauty caused by the passage of time, the breath in our bodies and the memories on our minds.
Today was made for you my love, the sun calls your name a thousand times before waking your sleeping body from it’s past life.
Come to me my sweet love and let me show this day made only for you. Come to me and let me show you how beautiful our world can be.

Benjamin
2015
“A life in progress”

Words~All for a better rose.

** All for a better rose**

As we change and rearrange the shapes of ours lives.
It causes me great pause to digest the future in the wind.
To what end do we fill these voids with things and toys
Of girls or boys whispers and noise.
Shall we give it all away and start a new
No that’s been done and it’s no fun
it always just
Starts again.
More stuff and things
big fancy rings, but what
of what we create.
To paint or prose to heal others woes
or listen with eyes wide with Intent.
It’s all so strange as I enter the next stage and watch the colors wash away.
One minute a need, a want a glimmer of hope.
The next your dead, to worms you’ll be feed
All for a better rose

Benjamin
Originally written.
5/12/13
“Sometimes words continue to ring true long after they’ve been written and forgotten.”
B.

Wine, words and women

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Where to begin….? With a long discussion about Bacchus or perhaps a literary discussion about the finer points of the comma and women oh dear me don’t even get me started on that subject… It’s been a bad week… I know it’s Tuesday ( Saturday now)but remember time and dates for me sadly are drifting away long with the things I used to know. Slowly fading into a book lost along the way and beautiful story with the saddest of endings…. Women…. Eventually I’ll write my book “letters from home” or “death,dying and divorce” some things I’m far to familiar with. Life short my friends… Enjoy what you have..

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“A Tree for Madeline”
I’ve finally clear the table for new work.. Well that’s not entirely true I have a large commission piece that I’ll be doing this November for a very ready friend, writer, poet and all around amazing woman. During the time being my paint table is open and I intend to dig deep in the heart if darkness, love and light for my next collection of work. I feel like I’m on the edge of a new powerful vision just waiting to be born.

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In the interim I’ve started a piece In calling
“Me, myself and I”
10/24/14 well let’s see it’s only taken me 5 days since I started this post to stay focused enough to press the post button. I figure I should press post before I we get any older.
**please know this… Where ever you are and what ever your doing. You have worth, value, talent and strength. I know sometimes it’s hard to see, but that’s what friends are for, to remind us of all the things we can’t see but need the most.

Much love.
Benjamin
“A life in progress”
1970-current.

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