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Where a Figure Eight Ends

Updated on October 20, 2011

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Ground zero
I stand in the crater,
watching the great cloud rising,
breathing deeply, radioactivity,
and the shock wave becomes me...

I tint the night sky with rumors
of incineration, of fallout,
from the distance, approaching,
consuming creation,
so beautifully blinding

Separate body from intangible soul,
surpassing all law,
blazing a path
between fear and fantasy, fall,
into the valley which divides
the conflicting concepts
of darkness and light


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© copyright Ben D.A 2011


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Vocal cords strained,
eventually rupturing,
during a song of passion
for the continuance of life,
for a chance to reverse the curse,
to know what it means to be alive

The message of a heart's will
explodes from the mouth,
shaking the atmosphere,
founded in pleading tears,
designed for the masses,
finally falls... on deaf ears

A single last ditch cry
was expelled into darkness
with a shining intent,
begging man to defy
a life of indifference


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© copyright Ben D.A 2011

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A lost art, or dying perhaps,
manipulating concepts into something
that holds...

more worth than words,
more meaning than letters,
more feeling than tears,
more needing than necessity,
more longing than language

If not in written word, how
could one such as myself
ever express what remains
buried beneath blank expressions
and smiles so empty?

That which was stolen,
that which was lost,
finds a way back to me
in brief, quiet moments,
in haunted seclusion
I cannot let it leave
without an imprint or remnant,
lest I should forget every dream
that is gifted to me

My voice has no power,
for it never could sway her

My eyes used to speak,
but they never could reach her

My heart's scream is silent,
overshadowed by static

My soul is but a concept,
unseen, just imagined


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© copyright Ben D.A 2011

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      BeyondMax 5 years ago from Sydney, Australia

      Ben, it's exquisite. I'd describe it as sharp, it just goes through the being like a powerful ray of light that you can't escape. You either become a part of it or die resisting...

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      sligobay 5 years ago from east of the equator

      I am still moved by this work on reread. Your words are haunting.

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      wearenotthesame00 5 years ago from My Own Fantasy World...

      Love this one also. (:

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      BenWritings 5 years ago from Save me from, Tennessee

      Steph, thank you again for believing in me...it's nice to know, for real. :]

      Sligo, thank you, and I suppose I'll always have more to write/express, but it's just getting incredibly hard to keep living this ritualistic life, that feels like one endless day. Thank you so much for your visit

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      the pink umbrella 6 years ago from the darkened forest deep within me.

      your welcome my love. i wish you could see yourself the way you really are. its almost as if your looking into a fun house mirror instead of a real one. dont lay down from the exhaustion like i have, show everyone what the fuck you are worth. i see it in you benny.

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      sligobay 6 years ago from east of the equator

      I even like the inverted order of the comments here. Ben, you are part of the big picture and your words are participant rather than that of a mere spectator. Your life and gift unfold with every writing and your youth promises to infuse the future in any way you may choose. Choose to suffer and express your experience rather than escaping the pain. You have so much left to say.

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      BenWritings 6 years ago from Save me from, Tennessee

      I honestly believe I've lived way too many lifetimes. To think that I'm 23, and I feel such incredible exhaustion of life. I am just SO tired of existing, how can it be I've only existed 23 years? I can't believe it...

      Thank you umbrella, very much

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      the pink umbrella 6 years ago from the darkened forest deep within me.

      A single last ditch cry

      was expelled into darkness

      with a shining intent,

      begging man to defy

      a life of indifference

      one would begin to think that youve had more time than this life has given you to mix and mold words.

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      BenWritings 6 years ago from Save me from, Tennessee

      enigmatic, I really appreciate that!

      saddle - that's a pretty big idea, seems a little too big for me, but I really appreciate that you believe that...Mentalist is the master of confusion and uses such a deadly arsenal of vocabulary. He is indeed a mentalist, and no one else seems to write like him. I believe that my style is somewhat similar, but I probably incorporate more emotion and personal pain into it. I would love to someday take this to a different level, but I guess I just don't know where to start...and I'm always distracted by how my mind is constantly trying to express and rationalize itself. Thank you so much for your support and faith!

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      saddlerider1 6 years ago

      Ben I believe you an MentalistAcer need to hook up with Stephen Spielberg and Mr King. I have no doubt that your combined talent could produce another masterpiece of intrigue, fantasy, scientific, explosive, futuristic beauty.

      Spielberg as you probably are aware, seeks the advice of Futurists before he produces an epic movie. You have that insight and gift to seek knowledge and look into other worlds and dimensions as does Mentalist. It may be time for you to make contact with Mr Spielberg and together compose another Epic.....you have that genius ready to surface..I truly believe that Ben.

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      6 years ago from East Coast Canada

      The undertones of these poems break the binds that tie rational with irrational, for something as big as what you describe is quite unfathomable but... we just never know the possibilities. Keeping our eyes wide open.... nicely done.

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      BenWritings 6 years ago from Save me from, Tennessee

      very true, Randy...I've always said it kept me alive.

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      Randy Behavior 6 years ago from Near the Ocean

      So much great stuff here Ben!

      "into the valley which divides

      the conflicting concepts

      of darkness and light" I really like that.

      "If not in written word, how

      could one such as myself

      ever express what remains

      buried beneath blank expressions

      and smiles so empty?"

      Thank god you have words Bed or you might implode.

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      Nikki Wicked 6 years ago from Louisiana

      well you deserve it :) just keep pushing for it and dont be like me, dont be lazy and procrastinate about it, and dont be scared to get out there and make it happen. Success is our own to make.

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      BenWritings 6 years ago from Save me from, Tennessee

      thank you all for your read/comments, every single comment means a lot to me

      Nikki, you have no idea how much it means to hear things like that, I hope I go somewhere too. thank you soooo much

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      Nikki Wicked 6 years ago from Louisiana

      God, you're good. lol not much else i can say. You truly are one of the best writers I know. Powerful, emotional, passionate, strong, daring. You better become a famous writer or something some day!

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      Nefarious_Misery 6 years ago from on the move

      Powerful piece. Disconnection and rapture.

      Votedup.

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      Wayne Brown 6 years ago from Texas

      Ben, the early verses of this poem well describe the fears held by man and child in the 50's and 60's of this country. Everyone lived in fear of nuclear war and most men knew that there was little anyone could do to save themselves although there were a lot of ideas. Ultimately, mankind's desire to survive overwhelmed his political moves and the threat moved from the forefront. It is still there but tucked away in the closet of the mind. Thanks for sharing this one...good stuff. WB

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      Dannikha21 6 years ago from NY, NY, USA

      I am not fond of reading poems but I guess I like yours.

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      Verlie Burroughs 6 years ago from Canada

      Wow BenWritings this is an awesome piece...the words, the images, the soundtrack together, really powerful experience here dude, I'm quite shaken, thank you for sharing this. Regards, snakeslane