Accepting the Unacceptable




Look through the window
into this dying space
this wasted chamber
my chest, like an urn
for my heart's ashes
on display for you to use
against me in my time of need
Into the wind, I toss them
the remains of what I was
the memory of us
the future I envisioned
you threw them to the wolves



________________________




The sunshine was something of the past
We mourned its passing for a time,

until we learned to live without the light
until we learned the ways of shadows

You think you need what the Sun offers?
You think you can't thrive within the night?

Join me in this new found darkness
as we drift away in space

Take my hand and take a leap
as we plunge into the lake



_________________________________




Again, I'm rendered speechless
by the strength of my distaste,
so I fly from the peak of sorrow
seeking redemption in tomorrow
Don't abandon me quite yet
to the ravenous famished monsters
that reside under my bed,
which I knew would come to take me
This is an era of destruction,
to precede the age of glory,
which approaches with the dawn
to bring an ending to the twilight



_______________________________




Layers upon layers
of a vast design
complex and diverse
in clashing colors
constructed in chaos
forged within tears
forgotten reasons
why we cry
why we bleed
why we cherish
the way things are
the way they must be

ask questions
don't ask why you should
the truth is a gift
reality is earned



_______________________



She's got the touch that you want
the electricity that jumps
between her delicate fingers
and your anxious skin
She's got the eyes that seem to call
your name in the darkness,
even without a word or a sound,
she beckons you, effortless,
into her soul, into her bed,
into her life, into her head
Resistance is an uphill struggle,
hardly worth the attempt,
for her lips, when she wets them,
are seductively flawless



____________________________________



The sirens were calling my name,
and they sang it so sweetly
I was walking atop a lake of tears,
formed by their fear and abandon

What a beautiful song, they were singing for me,
that night in the lake that drowned me so softly

Moonlight and losses, I counted the streaks of silver
beating down and reflecting off the glimmering surface

I felt their want, I sensed their desire
I plunged into pleasure, I died in that water



_________________________________________




Misery, I tried to leave thee
behind,
in a ditch
in the back
of my mind
lost in the space
between my hate and my apathy

Misery, I tried to desert you
if only
I wasn't
so addicted to you

if only I didn't feel
so empty without you,
for you are the only one that's stayed true




© copyright Ben D.A 2011


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BeyondMax 4 years ago from Sydney, Australia

It a beautiful collection. I'd say, they each represent a separate journey of the soul, deep and thoughtful to the core. I felt so spellbound and sometimes thrown into the abyss of feelings, but yet, it's not that scary in the darkness if you are not alone, right? Mesmerizing beauties.


Jose 4 years ago

Loved them, thank you for sharing your gift.


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Cardisa 5 years ago from Jamaica

I see you are in a particular mood Ben. Death and lust or rather life and lust, they do go hand in hand.


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BenWritings 5 years ago from Save me from, Tennessee Author

Choking the chicken? really? LOL

never heard that 1...

thank you Ian


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

Even in that, you’re better than I am. I haven't been unpublished more than once. In the first instance, I was rambling on to Svetlana (Kallini) in a comment to her and ended with an off the cuff “poem” which I thought I liked and published it as a hub. I was “struck off” until she deleted it from her comments, because in doing that I had placed it on HP in more than one location.

The next time, I was “demonetised” because I had used the “m” word in a hub and when I took out the “m” word I became a “good boy again”.

“m” word = "Choking the chicken." or "Making friends with the five fingered widow."

Ha ha ha!


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BenWritings 5 years ago from Save me from, Tennessee Author

thanks for your amazingly kind flattering words, but Hubpages feels differently. They unpublished 2 of my recent hubs...it's pathetic


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

Ben. I hate to say it, but I don't think you are capable of producing anything substandard.


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BenWritings 5 years ago from Save me from, Tennessee Author

Ian - that comment just blew me away haha

I don't really know what to say to that, other than my poems are too short to publish individually, or else I will have the Hub removed for being substandard. Maybe I can try just doing 2-3 instead of this many

You really made my day with that comment, THANK YOU


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

Ben these are stunningly beautiful, and please hear my words, patiently, when I say that although you were amazingly good before, there are more than a few here which show an even greater maturity, a controlled fury which leaves me in awe of you.

And yet, when I say, "these" and "a few", I am realising that they are too good, individually, to be shoulder to shoulder with a number of equally good poems.

Am I being rude when I ask you to publish them; not all together, but in a number of hubs? They are too powerful to be given to us (or to me, at least) all together... I feel swamped.

There is one other, NellieAnna, who does this; she presents a great number of magnificently good poems in one hub, as do you, and I am crushed by their beauty, as I am by yours.

When I was a child, at the dinner table, if I had been offered more to eat, and I hadn’t enough room in my tummy, I had an expression which a friend had taught me:

“I have had elegant sufficiency, thank you.”

I can’t remember ever using the expression until now… but this does apply.

Ian


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BenWritings 5 years ago from Save me from, Tennessee Author

You are a sweetheart, Jessica!

I love how you worded that comment haha

I really appreciate your support and your lovely comments, thank you!


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jessica.written. 5 years ago from Flagstaff, Arizona

wow. all of those were so good.

i want to just quote them all. gobble them whole. remember them forever.

i especially liked ,"She's got the touch that you want

the electricity that jumps

between her delicate fingers

and your anxious skin

She's got the eyes that seem to call

your name in the darkness,

even without a word or a sound,

she beacons you, effortless,

into her soul, into her bed,

into her life, into her head

Resistance is an uphill struggle,

hardly worth the attempt,

for her lips, when she wets them,

are seductively flawless"

and this, "forgotten reasons

why we cry

why we bleed

why we cherish

the way things are

the way they must be"

ohhh how the words taste so delicious.

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