if life is important
then why is it so fragile
why is it so hard to hold on to
when living is what we do best
you have taught us that life is worth living
the sheer power of living to the fullest
live on
you always will
farewell friend
orphans of silence
words append the forehead
speak as you may
of the diefication of truth
where the truth lays indiefied
repudiate as you may
of the semblance of truth
succinct formulations of principle
consice verbal brevity
beauty of tongue points not to truth
for truth is furthest
from tongue itself.
-ben, threatened by pens of falsehood
A peach is a peach
A plum is a plum.
A kiss ain't a kiss
Without some tongue.
So open your mouth
And close your eyes
And give that tongue
Some exercise..
Hah! A classic revisited.. Pucker up!!
they can't move
they won't budge
what the hell
benumbing, this sludge
deprived
from this power of motion
what the hell
let's stand in place
-captain of the ship (means i'm still sane... still the captian)
conceited bastards of common prose
breeches the pillars of that which is good
slatterns of sermon
upon the stretcher
the breeched pillars unbreeched
all significance unteethed
harrowing stench of forks on the floor
worry all, that which carries no weight
why why
what does it matter
stay away, stay far
u see no heed through minds ajar
the allurement stands trapped
snagged on a muse, a muse of a toilet
speak for ur word holds but dictum
worthless you are, hence
stay far
-captain ben
i sit here on your wings,
the winds of love scattered across my face,
i sit here bleeding white,
bleeding for the pains of what faces us.
the hangman smiled at me,
i sit here on the wings of the hangman's daughter,
the hangman smiles a million arrows,
how dare i toil with this precipice?
should i fall,i shall remain smiling,
for here i sit,
on your wings.
for here i sit onyour heart,
here i sit trying to make sense of this wind i feel,
smiling in the face of the hangman,
who has dominion of all but the wing which i sit upon.
the wings of your love,
so it is
so it is.
this unfaltering, comfortable bed of feathers
burying faults and flaws in the rows of natures creation,
painted by the winds of your love.
step off from the end,
step down.
step away from the end and let the days fly by.
spread your arms and fall.
rattle the rugs
tear the empty pages.
fall free.
drop on air and smile,
not on your knees and cry
smile all the way down.
why be sad when you can fall
off this edge of blackened gold.
turn all that is belief
turn it to my relief.
fall and i await you beneath
i have grieved.
i too have grieved.
-not a matter
left at the end of a tail
leave at the end of a sword
what is real when all else has failed
what is real, what is a word.
how immeresed, holed up in a lair?
the flower stands, lone, in a jungle
to disburse and be left bare
she waits and waits, and all he does, blow the bugle..
the world she could have, swimming by her ankles
what she chose, has left her arms in shackles..
selflessness = foreplay
the blatant disregard of self.
charity, ex-egotism.
philantrophy.
it's a cold and lonely job.
but someone's gotta do it... : )
The clown is a clown,
the clown remains a clown.
such a beautiful smile.
it's a shame the things he hides behind it.
laughter is the best medicine,
the clown is a doctor.
the clown is sick.
such a shame.
- smile
draft a word to fill it up
squeeze the stone to hear a cough
shut the din for a good night's sleep
peel the orange to thicken the skin
dive dive deep yet it's dark from the start
trading the wings for sticks
the breadth of burden
slow down the scene
point the needle to the north
i can't she says
i can't see
i can't find any hold yet
slip through the leaves
slip through the night
where
where is the Sun tonight
hold on hard not to fall from the line
whispered out my mind to find that it wasn't mine
free to see, yet eyes unseeing
what sinks below shall rise, far unscathed
far from clean
not so pure
in the blood of smiles they bathed
in the red moonlight they reveled
they walk all over me in satin feet
liberated, nevermore.
smile smile
the world jeers behind ur back
far from perfect, far unscathed...
Light a candle in the attic,
blown by winds of change.
but to reignite a flame forsaken,
burn a light true, pure, pellucid and lilly white.
a man travels the world to find his home,
when all along his home has always been the heart he knows.
this is home, i have found mine...
When the moon hits sky,
like a big pizza pie.
I sit at the side and stare,
at the world in which i will eventually play
all i do is live,
all i do is caffeine.
I stand on your shoulders
and the world is smaller.
i live on smiles,
the nutrients of guille.
pull down the sky,
blow out the stars,
clear all the calendars,
dispose of your watches.
you stand in a breath,
seems i see to your shore.
pull you close,
and we'll sing
...dinggle dinggling, dinggle dinggling
When the scarlet fails
and pale falters,
When dead men smile
and strands ensue,
Strands of sorrow,
misery expound.
When grasps of wind fall
extricated from contempt,
To carve a worship
through the clear,
Of men and women whom shall paint,
with the brush of fathom
left intact.
-Benjamin Samin
