Poetry’s Mettle

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Sometimes the words don’t flow
As finely as I’d like
They stick in my brain
And the string of repetitious,
Rambunctious ramblings
Somehow seems silly
Somewhat strange and unwieldy
Understandably undesirable
Undeniably utilitarian
And completely devoid
Of magic
And mystery
And majesty
And mayhem
Instead intent in insipidness
Inherently idiotic ideas
Frequently flow freely
Foul figments of imagination
Testing resolve at every turn
And tested the mettle
Begins to weaken
Begins to warp and crack
And in the cracking becomes
Something different
Something wholly new
Something almost beautiful
Almost palatable
Almost real

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The Path of Most Resistance

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The path of most resistance
A desperate insistence to be
And to have and to hold
Boldly going where only a few have gone before
Because that is the essence
The inherent wisdom
The very meaning of life itself
A willingness to say No!
I will go my own way
I will take this path instead
And if I fail
There is worse than being dead
I could never have attempted
To live
To love
Or to simply exist
And that would be worse in every way
Worse than all the slings and arrows
Worse than all the sticks and stones
My biggest regret
Would be to have never tried
Never attempted life in the way I saw fit
Never seen if I could fail more spectacularly
Than any come before
Because without the shadow of abject failure
How could you hope for pure victory
How could you hope for adoring adulation
How could you hope

Bombing for Peace

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Arrogant and mislead
And never in doubt
Their honesty phoney
Covered up with their clout

If you watch their program
Programmed you’ll be
Dumbed down and ignorant
Take it from me

Their lies know no limits
Sinister smiles all around
Cue cards read for paychecks
No integrity to be found

Lies lead to hatred
And hatred to war
War brings dead children
And yet you want more

More bombs and invasions
To keep yourself safe
More lies and more hatred
Ignored stinging chafe

You’re force fed their dogma
From six until ten
Each night a dog and pony
To hide their evil den

Don’t worry your pretty head
I’m sure it’ll be fine
Someone will fix it
And tear down the shrine

The war comes from money
And money’s in command
But Big Money loves us
They’ll hear our demand

Surely they’ll listen
Hear our heartfelt plea
Stop dropping bombs
Before the bomb’s aimed at me

‘Unseen Eyes’ Review from pophorror.com

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I recently found a review from pophorror.com of an anthology one of my Short Stories ‘Unseen Eyes’ is featured in and I couldn’t be happier. The review talks about all of the different stories included, and they seemed to like mine the most which is flattering and amazing. Very cool.

Read the review here.

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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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