Saturday, 30 June 2007

In Memoriam - Lovena Loo

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

Friday, 29 June 2007

Axioms, Truth

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

Kiss - A classic revisited

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!!

Monday, 25 June 2007


they can't move
they won't budge
what the hell
benumbing, this sludge

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)

Muse the toilet

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

Sunday, 24 June 2007


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

Tuesday, 19 June 2007


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.

Diamond in the Rough

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..

Saturday, 16 June 2007


selflessness = foreplay

the blatant disregard of self.

charity, ex-egotism.

it's a cold and lonely job.

but someone's gotta do it... : )

Come Forth

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

Friday, 15 June 2007


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 is the Sun tonight

Place on Ice (tribute to the melancholic)

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...

Thursday, 14 June 2007


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

Fathom - The Poet's Wallow

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