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The Earth

The trees rustle as the great wind howls.
The shore is attacked by mountain-sized waves crash upon the sand. 
Soon, night comes along as the sun takes a rest, and everything is quiet and still.
The mighty wind relaxes an the trees are no longer afraid.
Mellow are the waves for they are absent of anger and pain but full with peace 
and happiness.
The Universe\'s moon gleams and grins high in the sky.
The Earth is silent and beautiful again; 
We shall not be hurt anymore for the Earth is pure of pain.
We shall not cry again for the Earth is lost of sorrow.
We shall not fight again for the Earth is free from hate and resentment.
We become one just as the Moon,the sun, the waves, and the wind. 
We become one like the Earth.

Copyright © Denariel Benn | Year Posted 2006



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Someday

Torn homes
Lost lives
No hope
No Faith 
Crying babies
People Dying
No Food 
No water
No protection
But Somewhere, on light burns
Somewhere, one star shines bright
Someday, we will find them
Someday, things will change
And someday, we will survive.

Dedicated to Vicitms of Huricane Katrina

Copyright © Denariel Benn | Year Posted 2006

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Good Night

Hold on steady 
Hold on tight
Hush little baby 
It will be alright

I know your scared 
I know your worried 
Don't be afraid 
I'll be there in a hurry

So lay your head 
Upon your pillow
Rest your body
Mind, spirit, and soul

Tonight, you're here 
Tomorrow gone
But I will continue
To sing your lovely song

Dedicated to Baby Kayla

Copyright © Denariel Benn | Year Posted 2005

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Our Travel

The road is long, hard, cold
but we live on.
We look to the light that shines somewhere in the sky.
Even though our feet hurt, our bodies tired,
we focus on our dream.
We come from poor sounds of life and disgraceful spots in his eyes,
but with hope and time, our songs can be heavenly and our spots will no longer 
be blotches in society.
Our travel soon comes to an end
when we reach the Lady Liberty, The Empire State building, The Twin Towers 
again, The Liberty Bell and him.
Our travel may endure pain, but we will reach that great light at the end of the 
tunnel,
and our songs will always be sung.

Copyright © Denariel Benn | Year Posted 2006

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When the Moon Sleeps

I look out my window 
And stare at the moon 
And look at it high in the sky 

I look at it and think 
Ponder away 
And ask the question, Why?

Why do sleep?
Why do we rise?
Just like the moon and the sun 

Why can't we stay like kids 
Be children
And just have fun?

Why do we die?
Why are we born?
And why do we come to be?

I think to myself 
I say to myself
The answer starts with me.

Copyright © Denariel Benn | Year Posted 2005



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For the love of it All

The color is so bright and warm, nothing can penetrate deeper than its own
I love its grace and charm, when the others are too far from home.
People do not understand what it between us, the seem confused
But I know what is real and there, it seems to be you.
You surround me in happiness and joy holding me in the presence of light
Til the death comes and takes over through the many hours of the night.
You are constant and willing to accept when no one else will
Of course you are, you cannot judge, you too are alone still.
You never fade and come in different forms of hope
With the problems I face, you, the one who helps me cope.
We are the same, a mix between two beautiful things
I dash of hope and the eternal happiness springs.
The color is so bright and warm, nothing can penetrate deeper than its own
I love its grace and charm, when the others are too far from home.

Copyright © Denariel Benn | Year Posted 2011

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Free

When you look at me, what do you see?
When I look I see doubt, shame, fear.
I may seem like the nice person, 
the fun person,
the popular girl,
the loud, proud person.
But deep down, I'm mean, boring, an outcast, silent, unworthy person.
I can't think.
I shudder from the rest.
I hide, but you can always see me.
Sometimes I try to run, but you always catch me.
I can't hold it anymore.
I want to be normal, I want to be free.

Copyright © Denariel Benn | Year Posted 2006