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Dustin Bennefield Poem
Out in the World
A mind is found
And starts a life
Of Love and Strife
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L-Loving, Life living
E- Enticing, Eccentric,
A- Always there, Artistic
H- Hero, Heart
A Girl of mass appeal
A Person that beats no other
A Friend that listens and gets the point
A Twin that is believing
A Cow...Don't ask!
A Poet that knows how to write.
She is my Friend, Twin, Cow and poet that I hear.
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This dark light
A war outbreak
I cannot write
There is a leak
Inside my mind
A lively death
I cannot find
The words are Myth
Where are the words
I call them, they hide
Summoning their accord
They bow and abide
Like vipers they strike
My servants, letters
Turn on me and attack
They disable the better
Oh, how they used to follow
Me the creator, Father
Their leader now hallow
Creates no bother
So now the letters are left
In the ink, a Tomb
The new master, the same man
Is as dark as a bomb
They cry, the letters
Wanting a world, to be fed
To get by, to be better
Not to be in the tomb, Dead
The master cries out at night
For the comfort of the words
A great inner fight
Bitter as gourds
He can’t hold back
He creates a masterpiece
The words flow from his hands
They cannot cease
The Man is reborn
The Master of words
A light on darkness
The letters abide, they bow
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So tense am I
The falling sky
Holding my breath
Until the Death
It’s my life
So turn the scythe
Break the bread
And stop the Lead
Loud is it
The latest cry
But all the time
Red is the Dye
A placid face
Of Death’s clean lace
The slow coming of
A century’s Race
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Created by this ink
These words sink
Unto a page
Forever Woven
I’m the creator of these words
Father of these letters
My soul, Fiery, ignites
Life born into shapes
Lord of Words
I’m the weaver of this ink
Woven into a quilt
These words tell a story
With the breath of life
I read these words aloud
They are not words, alone
But another life unfolding
Beyond your wildest dreams
Words let you escape
Into a world unforeseen
Either cold or full of life
A beautiful life
Set for a strife
Or a deadly soul
Setting no goal
Blessed blood
A black heart
The running ink
Like blood in veins
A pen is a sword
Destroying a life
Or sacrificing one
From only ink
Separated by pages
Chosen by readers
A book only given life
Over only openings
Secluded on a dusty bookshelf
Or stacked a tower
Seen by many
Read by few
Words are a song
Singing a life
Into a book
Awakening a soul
Pleading to fly
Into the mind
Of a lover
Of life
Beautifully written
A life unspoken
Words are wrote
On a dreary night
Beckoning Elements
Fire, Water, Earth, Wind
Into its pages
Scenery unfolds
Forever and ever
A book brings many things
Into this world
Such as a Song of Words
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Whispering winds
They sing to me
What will I do
My life unsewed
Coming together
Like Fruitiful feathers
Clean Love for
A Bloody Dove
Sing a Sweet song
And love me
Let me
Be a Throne
See me for I see you
And now
Love me
As I love you
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Words are a scene
Created by an artist
Portrayed by letters
This is a painting,
The green, green grass
Kissed by the Sun
A frolicking yellow
Bouncing in the sky blue
The white and wispy
Clouds outlined in the light
The blonde light
Bright and white
The ocean so great
Vast and colorful
An array of blessings
Giving life everywhere
Now the time has passed
That the painting is rotting
So the words bleed
And they fade
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Love is a Dagger
The shining Silver
Loves greatest Gold
Beautifully enriched
Sharpened to a point
The height of a relationship
Broken when tossed
How easily it snaps
Tossed from hand to hand
The Love Dagger
Piercing a heart
Cold as steel
Seeing a shimmer in the shadow
Chasing after love
Only to be stabbed in the back
Love is Nothing but the opposite
Good and Evil, passed between the hands
Chosen by a leader
Used by both
Hilt or no hilt
Love is supported
Like a dagger
Entwined unto each other
Becoming one
Simply foretold, A great use
The dagger of love
Death or Life, chosen
The Arrowhead space
Docded in blood
A Heart, love
Stabbed and Broken
Give me life, dagger
Sacrificed unto love
Giving a heart
So poorly beating
Cold steel, Cold blood
Useless love, Wasted time
Mourning unto the night
Until love is found again
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A Lover......Nah! ! ! !
(nothing to argue about)
A Friend..........Maybe? ? ?
(to simple)
Or it could be Twin
Yes a long lost Twin.
So many years passed
All this time I have sat
Wondering.....Waiting
For the one of the same
A friend, but know even better,
A twin
With a parallel life...
(close enough anyways)
To be
My Lost Long Twin
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A mother is a child
She is younger than her children
That is why she learns from them
She learns the value
Of overcoming sin
Temptation passes her by
Her Children are her mentors
She teaches them while
They teach her…… Perfect
A Mother loves her child
With her life ……. Nothing more
She is burdened by love
She cares, She loves
She’s our mother
We love her
A team of the greatest
A mother and her child
One can’t live without the other
They run a race
A relay
Her love powers her
She can over come
All things
Just dig a little deeper
They are the strongest
A mother and her child
Nothing can separate their bond
Emotions pay a truce
A battle can be mended
Strongly from their hearts
She follows a God
A being not be seen
And so does her child
Her child follows her
They make her feel the love
What more could we want
NOTHING MORE
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