The Strength Of A Godess

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She doesn’t know how strong she is,
Made of steel wreathed in ice,
Her heart is made for loving,
But it’s been smashed and broken thrice.

Her strength is in her smile,
In the way she holds his gaze,
But she doesn’t know her own power,
Her eyes reveal a depth of sadness,
A melancholy dipped in pain,
Yet put her in the sunlight and watch her flower.

Adamantium and mithril have nothing on her
This woman forged in fire,
She is something special,
A demigoddess in human attire.

I suppose somehow she knows this,
Somewhere deep inside,
She is aware of her amazing immutability,
But the world has convinced her,
She is made of softer stuff,
One day she’ll notice her own nobility.

She stood upon the mountain thence,
The lava flowing down,
She was not hurt or changed,
But refined and empowered in her crown.

He knows she is well beyond him,
But that is half the fun,
She is lightning and thunder,
And holding her if only for a moment,
Would be heavenly and defining,
Even if she’s so strong she’d tear him asunder.

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Coming Soon – 13 Bites vol. IV

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13 Bites vol. IV is available on the 15th of October including ‘Unseen Eyes’ the 12th short story from Adam Bennett.

 

Abby feels eyes watching her every time she leaves the house. Her husband works fly-in-fly-out and she is afraid to tell him of her paranoia. Her fears build to a breaking point until the owner of the unseen eyes is revealed in the chilling climax.

 

13 Bites vol. IV is available in time for Halloween.

Intolerant Joy

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Days gone past
Belief was simple
And necessary
And necessarily
We fell in line
The object
Of abject horror
Was our downfall
And the means
Of our salvation

Today it has changed
Belief is scorned
Those who believe
Need to be burned
Their sickness
Could contaminate us all
The masses indoctrinated
And inoculated
And yet we are all
The children of God

Should a war be fought
Against all war
Or does it make
A little more sense
To simply ignore
To simply live
In tolerance of intolerance
A sick belief that will
Eventually burn itself
From existence

Some would say
That is naiveté
At its finest
But these are the same
Folks who don’t believe
Don’t understand
And wouldn’t care to
Thier spiritual journey
Stolen long ago

That is the shame of it
And there is no blame for it
For to point one’s finger
In some kind of sick judgement
Some perverse exposé
Would be to lower yourself
Into the muck
The river of hate
Current so swift
You couldn’t help
But be swept away

Fill your heart
With an intolerant joy
And the beauty
Inherent in things
The change might take
One thousand years
But it will come
As long as you make
The change this very day
Love over Hate
Is the only way

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The Dream House

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The Dream House, that was the place
Where first I pondered dream space
Vaulted ceilings induce the dream chakra
Into a state of overdrive, a state of ecstasy
Until finally it fills the room with the biggest dream you’ve ever had
Full high definition, ten eighty p, and eight hours long

Every night the Dream House stole sleep
Filled with piratical singers and questionable swingers
A gift and a curse to be visited so
Frequently falling and failing
But sometimes, and only sometimes
The dreamer would win the battle, would conquer the dream

But the Dream House didn’t give up without a fight
The dreams would return the very next night
And somehow, despite the norm for dreamers
Those in the Dream House would remember
Every single moment
With more clarity than even real life, the dreams burned into memory

The Dream House wore out those within
Smashing their psyche with lack of true sleep
And a deluge of unforgettable scenes
Somehow mocking the forgettable aspects of everyday life
The mundanity of the ordinary man
The battle could be won, but the war raged on

The Dream House was haunted, of that I am sure
The ceilings were nothing to do with its energy
Its palpable presence, infallible and never demure
No, something else was at fault
Another presence in play, and escape was not forthcoming
The Dream House a psychic jail for those unwary

 

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559 Ways To Die, Available Now

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The newest anthology from Five59 Publishing, 559 Ways To Die, is now available on Amazon in paperback and for your Kindle. Filled with 14 tales of murder, crime and death, 559 Ways To Die includes ‘A Stone Marker, Carved With His Name’ by Adam Bennett, a tale of the last gravedigger on Earth in a time when video grave markers have become ubiquitous, advertising is inescapable, and escape to Mars might be the only hope left for a man trapped in the nostalgia of the past.

Grab your copy today from Amazon via Five59 Publishing.

The Killing Never Left Him

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As the spade bit into virgin earth
Spilling the rich red dirt forth
He wondered at the likeness
To the last time he’d killed a man

Ten years prior, and only a moment past
His machine gun rattle had ended
And so had the poor fools life
Someone poor and bereft taken from this earth

Somehow he’d kept his sanity
Somehow he’d kept his name
The people of this world he knew
Would destroy it all in vain

The peace had come on forcibly
Do this or end as well
He wondered at the irony
Of peace’s knelling bell

So the spade chewed up the deep red earth
And his mind it churned and tumbled
And every single night he slept
With his nightmares softly mumbled

The killing had never left him
Despite all that he’d done
Everything he’d seen here
Proved the war was never won

The spade hit stone as he realised
He’d been digging all damn day
The hole too deep for tree roots
He’d need to fill some other way

It was then that the poor man realised
He’d finally dug his own grave
The ten years spent in exile
Time to build up his brave

And so he took his weapon
And knew just what to do
The killing never left him
As it won’t with you

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Harmonious Hate

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Presumption of pain
And indolent ignorance
Converging to create
Psychopathic indifference
Joyfully journey
Into other lands
Do not presume
To take from their hands
The feed and freedom
Desperate desire
War always wrong
A bloody quagmire
Hate and intolerance
And misunderstanding
‘Til it doesn’t matter
Who is left standing
So discard your hate
Misplaced in any case
Look to your leaders
Lying to your face
Displaced and discordant
Garrulous guerillas
Nuclear nihilation
From our own flotillas
Raining retribution
Harmonious hate
Ignobly ignored
Sealed our own fate

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