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by Ben

Incarnation (book work in progress)

April 27, 2021 in Writing

by Ben

The devil’s a very nice man (book, work in progress)

April 27, 2021 in Writing

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Rogers psychotherapy sessions with God (book work in progress)

April 27, 2021 in Writing

by Ben

Of my heart

April 10, 2021 in Poetry


Of my heart,
I sit with it,
with it in pieces that can’t be fixed,
and of my heart,
there is no spark,
just memories in my mind,
and emptiness inside me,
that won’t quit,
and as the shadows of the night they envelope me,
I wander in my thoughts,
and there is no pause,
no pause from the bombacity of the savagery of doubts,
that I wear upon my brow,
with as many furrows as sorrow allows,
and with sorrowful remorse,
and, as I ponder this darkness of the soul,,
the moon, I am sure it pities me,
and as it shines,
I wish I could steal its light,
and brighten up me,
and this misery,
this miserable heartbreak is as cruel as can be,
and how I wish happinness wasn’t as fleeting as it mostly seems to be,
oh, my heart,
oh, my heart,
how many tears must come from my memories,
from my memories,
for it seems there will be no land if this continues,
and only an ocean the size of which has never been seen,
and I am drowning in me,
drowning in me,
unable to divert myself from my thoughts,
from my thoughts of the love that used to be.

by Ben

Alas the day my poetry book

April 10, 2021 in Poetry

Alas the day my first poetry book is now available for sale on Amazon.

 

by Ben

By the fire at Christmas time

March 27, 2021 in Poetry, Uncategorized

By the fire at Christmas time,
with tinsel all around, and fairy lights and wine,
and good food and good company,
and happy smiles and laughter,
and music,
and good times.
Oh, what a wonderful time by the fire,
by the fire on Christmas eve, in the evening time,
relaxing and unwinding,
and not minding the time,
and reflecting and drinking and not thinking,
in a state of bliss,
at the years end,
oh, how fine,
how fine a time,
how fine this time of cheer,
with family and friends here,
by the fire on Christmas eve,
hoping santa arrives on time.

by Ben

Another month

March 27, 2021 in Poetry, Uncategorized

Another month,
another month of quiet,
a solitary month,
a month most probably inside,
yes, probably with the world shut out and lots of time,
lots of time and peace of mind,
yes, a single month possibly extending until the end of time,
a time of creativity away from humankind,
a lonely time,
a lonely time maybe talking to oneself in the mirror,
maybe losing my mind,
but safe,
safe, away from COVID-19,
and socially distancing quite happily inside,
yes, inside where I have all I need,
and there is no fear,
and no threats from COVID-19,
and only food and beer,
and where there is only time to write and write and write,
and forget about time,
whilst it rapidly and happily disappears.

by Ben

He headbutts the wall

March 27, 2021 in Poetry, Uncategorized

Alone,
alone at home in the bathroom,
he headbutts the wall,
and he does it again,
and he screams and he calls,
and he shouts at his invisible friends,
the voices in his head that are so hard to comprehend,
and he cannot get them to shut up,
and they will not cease,
on that he can depend,
and he does not want medication if he can help it,
but he is failing to get the voices inside his head to end,
and he no longer can pretend that he is getting better,
and it is a constant battle that never ends,
and as he looks in the mirror,
and the blood pours down his head,
he cries countless tears,
countless tears,
ruing his life and the misery inside,
the misery inside caused by his invisible friends,
his mental illness causing him such distress,
leaving him in such a mess,
and not many truly understand,
including his family who do their best,
and as he stands infront of the mirror and prays to God,
he sobs and he cries,
and wishes he was dead,
he wishes he was dead.

by Ben

Save me

March 27, 2021 in Poetry, Uncategorized

Hey waitress,
please, save me a piece of the pie,
it has been tempting me since earlier when I walked on by,
but I have to go outside and smoke and try not to cry,
because my wife she wants a divorce,
and of course,
she has bled me dry,
and I do not mind of course,
and it is only sarcasm in my voice,
and I have nothing much,
and I’ve been losing weight like horses run out of the barn,
at a rapid rate,
and without a pause,
since she proposed divorce to me,
and we could only agree,
to disagree of course,
but I love her still,
and sadly the reality is that she still wants a divorce,
and I need to put on weight,
so, please save me a piece of the pie,
because I need to fatten up,
and I need to find,
a sugar mummy,
because my wife of course has bled me dry,
and left me with an empty bank account and only wanting to cry,
so, please waitress,
please save me a piece of the pie,
well, unless you wish to see a grown man cry.

by Ben

Warts and all

March 27, 2021 in Poetry, Uncategorized

Warts and all,
us humans,
we struggle and fall,
we rise and and we crawl,
and we learn,
and we learn nothing at all,
and the frailties of the human condition,
are scary to all,
but the strengths,
they help us balance all,
and if we are educated,
all the emotions and the feelings,
and the inner most workings of our heart mind and soul,
if we are learned,
we are rarely phased,
and no matter the mountains infront of us,
nothing is unconquerable,
and the road through life,
the road through life is smoother for it all.

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