I wanna let you know

For the days when you close your eyes and not know what to say to Him
And it puts thoughts of hell on your head

For the days when you jerk right out of your sleep and wonder what’s lurking in the dark
And your heart races into another dimension

For the days when in the middle of a beautiful meal, your teeth turn against your tongue
And the pain drowns the sweetness

For the days when in your thirst, the fluid adventures away to the wrong tube
And your coughs scare you more than they pinch

I wanna let you know
That you escape the reaper’s  hook
But one day you won’t;

And for that day, we’ll weep

B.E.N.I.G.N™

I like when my lip is bit

I like when my lip is bit
I love that it make my eyes water behind closed eyelids
It’s those kisses; long, deep and passionate that weaken me
Helpless and free-falling, in an abyss; L’amour
Unbuoyed, wave rocking, in the sea; Mapenzi
I know no other way.

I wanna write a poem

I wanna write a poem
But I can’t find my pencil

I trepidate at the permanence of ink
And the thought of crossing my words

Oh! I know where I put the pencil
But where now is the eraser

Maybe I could type it out
Ah! Bingo!

Here goes;

I wanna write a poem
But I can’t find my pencil

I trepi…

Benign™ Poeticase

Chaos galore

If I ever was to make a painting
I’m certain the grass in it won’t be green
Maybe a brownish purple
Beyond ordinary
A green sky and a red sea
One redder than the existing one
A couple of things
A couple explanations of what it is inside my mind
Chaos galore; beauty

Chaos galore

If I ever was to make a painting
I’m certain the grass in it won’t be green
Maybe a brownish purple
Beyond ordinary
A green sky and a red sea
One redder than the existing one
A couple of things
A couple explanations of what it is inside my mind
Chaos galore; beauty

But at such a point

And when there’s much to think about

there’s too little to say

but at such a point

there’s quadrillions of things to write

and gazillions of words to get lost in.

BENIGN.

Perfectly different

Perfectly different

and in the sparks of a flaming fluid

I’d see myself

just as a kilned pot

but with cracks for perfection

Different.

Flawed. Perfect.

BENIGN

They’re song to their ears

Im troubled
But I’m just a bird
It’s all up to me
Because my cries;
They’re song to their ears.

Always

I’m told people tire
But I dare call exemptions on myself
There’s more to my heart’s being myogenic
For it beats not only for me
But also for the depth of the love my existence can’t help but feel for you Mi Amor
I’m never to fatigue
And just as time knows no end
My love for you knows no halt
You’re the love of my life
And I’ll always love you.