Submissions by Benzy_420 (BTheW)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Taking an unorthodox road to enlightenment and hoping others feel inspired to make their own way, too.
Here and Now
I keep thinking
What if I turned 33 and lived my life with no urgency
When you're dying that's an emergency, which is why it occurred to me
To not live at all is as critical
Doing minimal, how pitiful
How foolish of me to criticise, the miracle
We live in times of the spiritual
Meditation over contemplation
Education over confrontation
Elevation over constant hating
No more constipation, no more full of shit
No procrastination
Only prose, don't go back to basics
Only hoes wear plastic faces, no fake shit
No...
What if I turned 33 and lived my life with no urgency
When you're dying that's an emergency, which is why it occurred to me
To not live at all is as critical
Doing minimal, how pitiful
How foolish of me to criticise, the miracle
We live in times of the spiritual
Meditation over contemplation
Education over confrontation
Elevation over constant hating
No more constipation, no more full of shit
No procrastination
Only prose, don't go back to basics
Only hoes wear plastic faces, no fake shit
No...
#motivational
#fate
#aging
#meditation
#responsibility
496 reads
1 Comment
Time
From us, does it run? To tease us with its allure and burden us with dreams we might some day tame.
Or from it, are we the ones who make hasted feet? To avoid our mortality and break free from knowing some day it will end.
No matter the circumstance, us, time, locked in a fleeing dance.
In its hand, we're held, magnificent and bold. Arches in the sky, a lick of paint from mother nature's delicate stroke. While consumed, or consuming, time reveals to us the art of everything.
But our gain? It seems intangible. Like tasting the stars, or hearing blue. We borrow,...
Or from it, are we the ones who make hasted feet? To avoid our mortality and break free from knowing some day it will end.
No matter the circumstance, us, time, locked in a fleeing dance.
In its hand, we're held, magnificent and bold. Arches in the sky, a lick of paint from mother nature's delicate stroke. While consumed, or consuming, time reveals to us the art of everything.
But our gain? It seems intangible. Like tasting the stars, or hearing blue. We borrow,...
#stars
#rainbow
#nature
#aging
#art
488 reads
3 Comments
Upon my Throne
I, like you, do sit, when I poo. A man rehearsed in the art of cleansing with one hand, dominant. My practice never made perfect, with thanks to my daily variations, and unstructured consumption. What beauty, therein, lies.
What was yesterdays fuel becomes the morning's delivery. A ceremony of worship to the plentiful nutrients these sowed seeds supply. Forces within, toiling autonomously, charged by only their instinct to survive, destroy, transform, and create. Is it not the duty of life to fulfil it's destiny of prolonging what is deemed inevitable. For, it's conclusion:...
What was yesterdays fuel becomes the morning's delivery. A ceremony of worship to the plentiful nutrients these sowed seeds supply. Forces within, toiling autonomously, charged by only their instinct to survive, destroy, transform, and create. Is it not the duty of life to fulfil it's destiny of prolonging what is deemed inevitable. For, it's conclusion:...
#inspirational
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#humankind
#evolution
560 reads
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702 reads
2 Comments
923 reads
1 Comment
639 reads
0 Comments
828 reads
3 Comments
Verse 1
Remember me, in the deepest regions of your memory:
King of all kings and defeater of my enemies
Eyes can spy a snake a mile away that tries befriending me
So cool your energy bro
You don't threaten me though
Principal of print, the type to type away your life
Or write a haiku on a hike to spread my message far and wide
As far as I can see, I'm lik-e-ly, the white Killer Mike
I kill a mic with my insight till my desires are in sight
I live a life of peace but breach it then I'm lik-e-ly to fight
---Aboard a plane to Spain, was the...
King of all kings and defeater of my enemies
Eyes can spy a snake a mile away that tries befriending me
So cool your energy bro
You don't threaten me though
Principal of print, the type to type away your life
Or write a haiku on a hike to spread my message far and wide
As far as I can see, I'm lik-e-ly, the white Killer Mike
I kill a mic with my insight till my desires are in sight
I live a life of peace but breach it then I'm lik-e-ly to fight
---Aboard a plane to Spain, was the...
#music
#rhyming
#lyrics
#rap
#StreamOfConsciousness
754 reads
2 Comments
Today...again
I woke up 27 hours ago
Fuelled by an omelette and sparkling water, I somehow made a 2 hour round trip to work and back, on foot
8 hours, 30 minutes lunch break
Got home, and the sun come up
It's not really tomorrow
I guess it's today...again...
Fuelled by an omelette and sparkling water, I somehow made a 2 hour round trip to work and back, on foot
8 hours, 30 minutes lunch break
Got home, and the sun come up
It's not really tomorrow
I guess it's today...again...
#morning
#night
541 reads
1 Comment
Calling to the Wind
Suppose I work my humble hands to point of numb and ill
Suppose I sacrifice my time to climbing up the hill
Suppose I lend that which I have with no return or thanks
Suppose I stay within my place and never chase the ranks
A life confined to aches and pain, and void of what I crave
A life deprived of ecstasy, till lowered to my grave
A life of giving out but never up, and never taking
A life of keeping all together in the face of breaking
How should I behave to earn my entry to your world?
How should I react in times my...
Suppose I sacrifice my time to climbing up the hill
Suppose I lend that which I have with no return or thanks
Suppose I stay within my place and never chase the ranks
A life confined to aches and pain, and void of what I crave
A life deprived of ecstasy, till lowered to my grave
A life of giving out but never up, and never taking
A life of keeping all together in the face of breaking
How should I behave to earn my entry to your world?
How should I react in times my...
#faith
#confusion
#sacrifice
456 reads
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In Reflection, Life's Not Too Bad
Written to Snow White - Balance Cooper
Top tier
Never drop tears
Even when depression stops here
I'mma keep on stepping, what fear?
No sweat on my head when I jog clear, of my demons
Leave 'em
Trailing in my wake
Used to be slave to the wake and bake
Now I pray, add plates to my weights and take
A minute break to meditate
Concentrate on what's at stake
All my problems washed away
And the cost to squash an 8 and blaze, my pockets taste
Now I got a lot of dosh saved
Had to get up off my prostate ...
Top tier
Never drop tears
Even when depression stops here
I'mma keep on stepping, what fear?
No sweat on my head when I jog clear, of my demons
Leave 'em
Trailing in my wake
Used to be slave to the wake and bake
Now I pray, add plates to my weights and take
A minute break to meditate
Concentrate on what's at stake
All my problems washed away
And the cost to squash an 8 and blaze, my pockets taste
Now I got a lot of dosh saved
Had to get up off my prostate ...
#depression
#strength
#redemption
#meditation
#determination
428 reads
1 Comment
Die Young
#death
#LifeStruggles
#honesty
#frustration
#nostalgia
396 reads
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