City of Wind

My heels dig into the ground.
You stand over me like a taunting mist.
I walk, you stroll,
I stop, you groan.

I tell you that I’ll never stop ’till my last breathe…
You take it out of me.
Yet I still stand,
Smiling into this white light

Now is live or die
And it won’t last forever.

So I dig my heels into the ground,
One step at a time
I carry onward.


-Ben

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Gloom

Cold winds found in the evening,
In the gloom.

Frowns, Curled up faces
Scattered in lay-by’s,

Glittered in malice
and fantasy.

Cold layers of days depleting
Diminished hope.

Given away for
Distractions.

So it is
Under the shadow of seasons change

Heat moves away
And cold kills kindness,

Yet love is so much warmer.

Under the long hours,
Painful trains and travelling

A smile’s bright sight brings a joyful delight.

A fiery hearts head-start
Under winter ash before the sunrise

Over the valley
Of icy silence.

 

Tunnel of Fate

Biting the sides of gums until they bleed,
Barely breathing.
My knees are tapping like a Royal rodent’s limp.

Stiff backed rage tries to leave
My lips,
Tether them together
And simply simply stare red-eyed

Into the tunnel of fate

To seethe production, redemption from regular habit;
Parallel disassociation that blends
Like a thick painful smoke
That kin breathe together.

My legs would take me away for the horizon,
In green where winds blow smooth and wild,
Carrying blessings through blossomed doors from open hearts.

The world would seem a little less Grey that day…
A stream of water to be,
No more volcanoes.

The Truth

Act,
React,
Where’s the fine line of truth in-between
The walls of the seed of decision
That separates the large from the lean
The buildings from the trees,
Where creativity was born.

No man is an island…

Looking for womb
In natural alcohols
Pollutants in disguise as progress or necessity,
In truth
Let it rest, let it be
Nothing can hide for long.

What is truth?

Truth is what you need,
Not what you want,
The line is fine;
Mostly hypnotised .

A moment happens to all,
Not eventually,
Eternity.
Even if it be in the time of our passing,

Although never found,
Always realised.


-Ben

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Petals

Love
Fear
I step inside the yellow tracks with red roses
Only be shot down with bruises,
Until I saw,
They were more like stained teeth than blossoms.

Clarity swirling,
Hopping in and out of merry go rounds
To find perspective,
Ever searching for a fuller picture
While it fades in my hands like a photograph.

Yet smiles and joy and glee ensues
The ever loving sadness.
Meeting so many of these Petals, one day to be closed

Thoughts
Breathing as a Flower,
Simply happy to have ever opened.


-Ben

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Putting Information into Practice. Information Wounds and Remedies.

For those of us who read many books and are curious about many things. There becomes a point at which there is so much information in our heads that we do not know where to start. Sometimes we lose sight of where to go, but we have so many ways to approach it! Whatever it is!

Obviously the first and most important trick here is to understand where you are trying to get to. If you do not have a vision of place, then you are purely wandering.
Once you understand this, you are faced with a multitude of options as to how to be getting there.

The first thing that I and many others have done, logically, is to read as much around the topic as possible. For it comes logically that the more one knows about the subject, the more one will know as to how to approach it; however this is rarely the case. For what happens is that now that you believe that you know so much about the subject, there are so many entry points and things to do (all of which could possibly go wrong) that you are now paralysed as to where to begin. You have shot yourself in the foot with information, and are now immobile.

The longer you leave this information wound, the longer it festers and becomes infected. As with any infection, the first thing to do is to wash it and attempt to disinfect it. The way of doing this in regards to information is to order it. Write down the key points and principles regarding what you have learned, and compare these principles to the goals that you are trying to achieve, the place that you are trying to get to. Now in awareness the incongruence between the two you have a path.
The next thing to do is to put one step in front of the other and move towards it. This is going to take the use of your full faculties, body included. One needs to understand which steps to take in which order, and then put one foot in front of the other. This is the way of moving towards a destination without getting your feet tangled or lost along the way. Write down a step-by-step, actionable list, and apply yourself to each of the steps with true focus and application.

If the information wound becomes truly and irreversibly effective, the fastest way of becoming mobile again, so that the infection does not spread into other areas of your life is to cut of the information for good. Once you have done this, you may start over, or you may decide to begin walking again, without a map, but yet with a sense of direction purpose under your belt. No worries your foot will grow back, this is merely a hypothetical blog post. Cutting off a part of that which you are attached to is sometimes the only way to free you up, in order that something new and fresh can fill the empty vacuum.

Tend to your information wounds, stay vigilant of infection, and most of all take action towards your destination. Nobody ever got to any place merely by thinking about it.  An awareness of balance is necessary in order to stay upright.

‘Information is not knowledge.’ -Albert Einstein


-Ben

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