Disinfected People

Wrote this a while ago in a more contemplative phase of my life. Thought I would share it with you today:


Being is old
And we’re here for the new.
Putting up fences,
Keeping eyes away
From our grace

Hidden in Papers,
Food, and Electric buzzes;
The two of us, walled into
Private loneliness.

So many hearts
Hidden in warm cages,
Limp bodies
In chairs,
Nerves moving toward the edge,
But never quite falling

Concrete, Mud
Buildings, Trees
Shoes on soft grass,
I can only hear the difference.

We’re the disinfected people
Out of ease
In our ease,

Sometimes the sun shines,
The warmth grows inwards
Until we can hear the birds singing
Inside us

‘Till the flittering screens come,
And we think
Those thoughts so many times repeated,
Unaware of our death
Like ghosts
Of past and future
With the fear of never having lived

The one who walks slowly by the wayside
Found salvation in touch of the bark,
The sight of the colours became beautiful,
Time was fluid and vivid.
Slowly he watched,
It looked like water.

 

The Colours

Fear,

Lingers in the heart,

Always eating at the colours.

One learns to bear it,

Two they learn to suffer,

Three they learn to Love.

One can’t fill an empty heart with words.

Fire and candle sticks

Burn out when unattended,

And the dialectical frown of the introvert

Doesn’t understand why

Because it can’t.

It’s closed.

-Ben

Photograph by lalesh aldarwish

Bones

Me you and the blues
Shut out the silence
Devastation
Flushed away
Recreation
Pave the way
We don’t want to see the bones anymore

White sheets and bed linens
Sunlight and songs written
She’s bed ridden
Play a tune and keep her in the mood
For life gets in the way sometimes
You’ve got to go with it
Flow
Hit it back and get to roll with it
And you’ll get to know it
It’ll only take a minute

 

-Ben

 

 

Wandering

Let the birds watch you

and listen to their call

Simply

Because it is beautiful

 

Let the feet walk you

wherever they ponder,

feel the dry mud and cool stone

maybe the crisp crackles of the twigs

will speak to you

 

Nature knows something

That it is fine

 

Ride the feeling into blissful silence

Simply to have a listen

 

Explore the rough bark of the trees,

They sit there quietly for many centuries

you know

 

There’s no need of a journey,

just simply wander

wondering