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Ben Wilson Poem
Finger-tip power.
Galloping into a world of finger tip power were we no longer admire the beauty of flower,
We care more to acquire the excessive power— that same power that effaced those towers.
People falling too their deaths, others trapped and glowing red.
Hearing voices from within the furnace, a novel affording, my tears of disturbance, surface.
Never before in our progression, could the universe witness such tragedy, with such projection.
Let me ask you, who was to blame? Terrorists? Our government? …Their both the same.
Alas, we shall never know, case-close, frozen, in internet snow,
an avalanche of opposing views leaves very little to the truth.
This brings us to the point- information, rendered, void.
Just look at wikipedia if you want some proof of how accuracy has gone aloof.
It may seem human-kind is further afield, but our connection to nature, we no longer yield.
So how strong can one’s mind be? If the glare of our iPhone is all we see.
How can one really know if what he’s taught is to stop not go.
There breeds within a terminal illness, thats claiming the souls of all our realness.
George Bush can barely string a line yet we take his authority without a dash of lime.
As if we can trust a man of such stature, a puppet to the powers that inflict our fracture.
Allow me, to invite you all, open your minds to an empire, ready to fall.
How much more can we take before our laboured legs begin to break.
In a world of finger-tip power, we no longer care for the flower. We default to hide and cower because we are diddled and fleeced by that mythical power.
Copyright © Ben Wilson | Year Posted 2016
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Ben Wilson Poem
Doctor Feelgood, Dr Feelgood.
Do a service for the poor
Dr Feelgood, Dr Feelgood.
I’m banging on your door!
The sweets you gave the ones I crave aren’t working anymore.
Dr Feelgood, Dr Feelgood!
Down the dungeons depths I fall.
Dr Feelgood, Dr Feelgood!
Do you not care at all!?
The sweets you gave the ones I crave, got me up against the wall.
Dr Death, Dr Death
Don’t take another step.
Dr Death, Dr Death!
I’m warning you don’t tread!
The drugs you gave the ones I crave, got me touring to the edge.
Copyright © Ben Wilson | Year Posted 2015
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Ben Wilson Poem
Why have we poured out our love
on the frozen floor for all to see?
Why am I gazing at the shards
of the stained glass of you and me?
Where a picture of pleasure once portrayed.
Why is it becoming further stained
not with love and life and lust
yet pain and shame but mainly blood?
Why are we so special still
from so long and far away?
Why does our dream live on
Even now we’ve gone separate ways?
How come the rush
that is the thought of us
Still runs through my body like a river of love?
How come it seems in high tide
When in truth the banks have but dried?
We drank from the poison chalice
Now nothing feels the same
We never intended any malice
But we achieved it all the same!
Maybe the echoes will reach us
From the wants and craves we shout
Cajoled by the lack of trust
And the truth shadowing clouds.
And why do I still pour my heart out?
When I get in return but nowt.
Do you drink it to feed your ego?
Or to feel secure and safe.
Does it make you feel warm from cold.
Knowing I'm drunk on all the pain?
Am I drunk on all the pain?
I need not remind you
How once we used to say..
“We’re different from the rest…
Forever and Always”
So all I say is raise the chalice
And toast it, with me, all away.
If nothing else, just do it
in the name of yesterday.
Copyright © Ben Wilson | Year Posted 2015
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Im in a battle with my future
at guns drawn with my past
Mind and heart at loggerheads
I put my peace in a cast
I put my peace in a cast
Looking for myself
In an ID parade
The victim and the guilty
Sharing a cape
Now, the convict escaped
The convict always escapes
Sat in his prison
Reading memories of bliss
Directing, a second chance
Spending pennies of pride
A barman to the lovers dance
Pouring grapes to the other side
The grass is green, other side
Will do in his eye
A Mojito mint in a Mary
A Martini Olive in the Cosmo
Suspended in liquid Confidence
With lonely water in his veins
Anywhere that he goes
He can go anywhere now
Copyright © Ben Wilson | Year Posted 2016
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Looking at the me of today
Becoming the me of tomorrow
Cutting loose the baggage of pain and sorrow
As, time is borrowed
There's no time to wallow!
Even as the demons dance and follow.
Copyright © Ben Wilson | Year Posted 2015
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We can't have it both ways
Life is a one way highway
So I guess I must take...
The relaxed with the focused
The good with the bad
The angry with the calm
And the happy with the sad
The comfort with the rough
The easy and the tough
And of course
'I wish' with 'I'm glad'
Maybe then il be sane overall
without needing to be overall mad.
What an ideal of an idea I just had!
Copyright © Ben Wilson | Year Posted 2015
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