Pour Me a Glass of Life

Propped up against
the consciousness of the world
ignorance streaming down the
cheeks of my face,
across the palms of my face.
Ignorance like liquid fear.

I have seen through
hollywood dreams
and tactile nightmares.
Through flowers and thorns,
right to the heart of the matter.

This long drawn out affair,
grueling yet effervescent
always pulling at the neck
and the groins of the young,
at the threads of their spirit
the strings of their hearts.

I can see now through
centuries of the world.
Through written word
and song and blood.
Right in up to it
the true ringing of the bell
the endless flow of days.
the seeds of love.

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6 thoughts on “Pour Me a Glass of Life

  1. You are so passionate Benjamin. There is a huge difference between having a poetic heart and the heart of a poet. You have both. Beautiful.

  2. Hey Kim,
    thanks.
    Not been writing that much recently but summers coming up and I always get lots of motivation when I’m doing nothing else
    so fingers crossed.

    Thanks for the comment.

    B

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