Poets need their space
That white fiber paper...
Those once docile waves of time
Raise their rested heads...
Remember to be strong,
but also remember...
In the midst of the get together,
smiles were exchanged to last forever...
Darkness covered the land
My feet knew not where to go...
I do not write poems or rhymes.
They write themselves...
Don't you just
Hate the feeling...
Run Ben run
Run as fast as you can...
I don't think I write poetry.
Though sometimes I write rhymes...
Truth; It shall set you free.
Is love...
Is there a reason why
I just can't decide...
The birds singing their
chorus at dawn...