Truth

My truth

isn’t the palm trees in trafalgar square

the sunny blue skies above the hurricane

the Willow stretching through the church

My truth

is the music of bird song in the garden

the whisper of the wind on the river

the lips of a lover by a streetlight

My truth

is the moments when I am

Truly

Wholly

Here.


-Ben

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StreetWalking

Floaters under streetlights
and passing faces
Reminders, that strangers waiting
For the same trees
are holla’ing at me

The moon is a giver
and the sky is a painting
I’m the canvas, look at me
Breathe for me
Our sleep on the grass is the last time
the time passed for us

Wondrous thoughts pass through me
Catch me in the haze

 


-Ben

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The Fog

The Fog always seems so thick
once inside. Enters the lungs
can barely breathe, and everything
seems so far away except the
Black wall in front of you.
I used to hurt my head on it
running at it
now I can do it from over here
Enters the heart, the veins, the brain

I can smell chocolate, cinnamon
and have the dull feeling of standing
on the edge of a cliff

I can see the sea
The breeze is so beautiful
so clear


-Ben 

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Scarecrow

Scarecrow in the middle of a field
in front of the trenches

They look over the sandbags
at peace
Their eyes sit still on the figure

it raises it’s arm, the scarecrow
and commands it down

Then, in Power
with great intention
it holds it’s ground

Slowly,
it pulls out a flute
and begins to weave a melody for the rats.
Their slumber eases.

Gracefully, they move forward
in Droves
in Droves

and stand side by side
with the scarecrow in the middle of the field
in soltitude

The rats raise their right paws
and place it on their hearts
in fists

The grey wind blows
a moment of silence

Upright, they move as one
on two legs
forward into the mist

 


-Ben

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Shadow

A man follows me around
a childlike shadow
that echoes through the school hall
and to caramel fridays

I kept it with me
Tried to put it down but it
stuck to my skin
I couldn’t bring myself to brush it off

It festers in my throat
Speaks for me when I am weary
Does things that I wouldn’t do-
-The scowls
Like Alice in Wonderland
when I followed the giant Rabbit

He had a pocket watch
I saw it in plain sight

There was nowhere to go
I saw it in his eyes

 


-Ben

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