With blankets of fire
And evaporating cinders...
We celebrate

I am the chronological order of my nonsequencial irritation,
My disorderly life.

The puzzle of my life is put together backwards and inside out;
The pieces placed together unceremoniously,
Some fitting, most not.

The disjointed pieces don't belong, but remain nonetheless,
Leaving air between moments and gaps in the picture.

Don't sit
Never wallow
In no place is the quicksand shallow

Get up
Move
Before the bullshit takes your shoes

If I care
Then I must love or hate
That is how our hearts operate
So for whomever I meet
I try not to care
For fear I will find hatred there
And love, it seems,
Dooms me to hate
That is how our hearts operate

Deep eyes
Reaching for my thoughts
Like violent searchlights

The smooth, pale body
That slips away
And hides in its own shadow

Reclusive mind
The process jumbled
The results only mumbled

Beautiful
Beneath all the shadow
I fought so hard to pull you out

Our love
A storm of feeling
A drought of meaning

Everything seems wrong
Everybody's gone
No one stayed
And I'm all alone

I'm frightened
I'm weary
I'm too tired to say no
I'd pack up and leave
But I've got no place to go

I say
Go away
But I really mean stay

I really do want you to stay

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I LOVE this fucking place...Yea, sure, I know it sucks, but some of the most incredible MINDS, the most fun PEOPLE, the most incredible PERSONALITIES, and the most dedicated FRIENDS I've ever had the pleasure to meet, I met here in this shithole; or somewhere else and they were born here; or here and they were visiting other incredible people ( Read more... )

Merry Christmas to all! For those of you who sleep, sleep well.

Love For All,
Ben

An abrupt end to my second life

I WAS a child
I HAD a wife

All that remains friendly
Is the future ahead
Soon to become the past
Behind me

Burying the future that skipped the present
Is the only way I can be sure
It remains
Only where I keep it

Digging it up
Is not a crime
Against nature
I am the only one damaged
By my dead
Buried
Future