hey there, are you there
can you hear me
wake up, stop joking
we were falling
can you see me
i can hear you
do you understand what im saying
we’re here, the trip is over
I cant say I ever caught your name. My song here once filled the air and evaporated with the years. How things change in a decade. I’m glad your here, at last again. Im here a bit, not as much as i’d like, but here nonetheless. Glad to see you here.
do you know why im here?
cause i dont
maybe its to do something really great
maybe someday itll all hit
and that purpose will reveal itself
and Ill fulfill that wonderful purpose
After so many years asking myself that same question, “Why am I here?”, I have come to the conclusion that I am only here to observe, to learn and to use that learning to help me move on further, progress more, spiritually, for the next time. Other times, I just feel that I’m here because someone ‘upstairs’ hold s a grudge… who knows for sure?
For me, I still haven’t found my true purpose yet. Right now, I just keep going even though I feel like I can’t because I still want to see what’s next.
i thgouht maybe id spend some time
make my words a little more refined
but, i think it serves me well
to spit these things out
however they may come
no escapes, no deletes
they tell me its some […]
Your thoughts resonate with some of us Ben, although we don’t always see how or why, as the author. I’ve been there myself, more times than I care to remember. I get the absurd idea that it’s okay to make my mad ramblings public and then someone sees something in them that I would never have been aware of in a million years, until they tell me what they see. Keep doing what you do, writing what you write, because it does make sense to some of us.
Thanks Jim, it’s very cathartic for me to shout into the night, I appreciate you for being there to listen to some of it.
‘Shouting into the night’? Been there, done that, for real, in nature. Very fulfilling too!
there was a bright light on the horizon
standing guard of the night
a small sun setting
like it has since forever
it, there, guided my sea faring ancestors
across vast oceans
it, there, told […]
I love the reference to the seafaring people and the ocean. My first love, my go-to place, my sanctuary is the ocean. Coming from an Island Nation, the Sea has always been a BIG part of my life, personally and through my ancestral heritage too so this resonates with me. Nice one Ben. You have done it again. As usual, your work never disappoints.
and my heart breaks
and my socks weigh too much
and ill never bed michelengio
and the sun sets
and my eyes are heavy
and im too drunk
and your not feeling it
can you speak for me
can you […]
We are breathing the thick summer air
A gentle breeze making the trees dance above us
Telling us its ok to sway, its ok to bend
The sky is painted yellow, orange, and red
It sings to us in bliss
a magnificent torch illuminating our path
attached to the wall
by some 15th century explorer
held more life than i could ever imagine
hundreds of years of passing conversation
muffled laughs, […]
There in that car
troubled by the emptiness of life
choosing between wild youth and something else
what did you expect
how could we be bitter
there wasnt anything else
you caused this
I love it
I get down on the floor, I roll and tumble and play. I am a feline, a creature of the night. I am a rolling breeze darting between your windows. I am lying in the sun. I am electric, orbiting my world. Attack, play, destroy, I know I am the better of two worlds. Shaking wings, muddled shrieks, brilliant red.
who am i
to you, mostly, some words on a screen
just some impression
of emotion and inspiration and ignorance
a voice here in the void
howling into infinity
but to me, maybe thats […]
there are some places i go, when my head is too scattered. its a cold place or warm when i need it
and i feel like fire and oceans and rain
and i cannot stop this kinda mind
where it kinda rains
Has it gone,
Is this really it
This fucking place
These last remnants of the old ship
that led us to adventure
that forced us here
I think maybe that time is gone
where the […]
Time moves us all enexorably forward, we can never go back, only look back with memory. The people we are today are not the same as the people we will be tomorrow, time has moved us on. Nothing in nature repeats – it just seems like it does, and in an ever evolving but decaying universe, we are compelled to obey the entropic cycle and succumb to the inevitability of change, there are no exceptions.
Everything begins, and ends in the mind. Everything. Before anything is created, the thought, the spark, begins in the mind. We can have an active mind, (perhaps over-active?), or we can be brain dead but as long as we give birth to the creations in our mind, as long as we keep giving our experiences, our creations, a little tlc and CPR even, then they stay alive. They are not gone, they are only tucked away in the file box of our mind for when we want to bring them out again and relive them, maybe even change them.
Great work Ben. As always your words are inspirational, motivational and make me think. I like that.
thanks jim, ive always found it to be that we’re either climbing a mountain or rolling down it
I have done some ‘past life regression’ stuff and what I have gained from that does indeed fit into my present life experience.
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