I died in the parking lot today
but no one seemed to care
until my body was 6ft under
and my breathe no longer in the air
I died in the parking lot today
because no one was there
to listen...to hear my pleas of help and despair.
I died in the parking lot today
My eyes in a glare
as people walked by pretending to stare
I died in the parking lot
blood spilt everywhere
but no one seemed to care
I died in the parking lot today
A soul lost to cement
becasue no one had time to spare.
venerdì 24 aprile 2009
The throne
Solace is in the trees
Swaying with the breeze
under the cracks of the doors and through our skin and pours
Two elements of man and earth combine
Which connect so well it brings chills to our spines
There is something growing from within
a hole of an immaculate conception
We too want to be in the womb
For you see we can't live much longer in this silent tomb
Vultures are feeding on the soul
each taking a piece fot their own liKing
they are stripped complete...making them washed up and dull
I go back and forth only at the equilibrium for less than a second
Tossing and turning the world pushes me
all for the status of a new found king.
Swaying with the breeze
under the cracks of the doors and through our skin and pours
Two elements of man and earth combine
Which connect so well it brings chills to our spines
There is something growing from within
a hole of an immaculate conception
We too want to be in the womb
For you see we can't live much longer in this silent tomb
Vultures are feeding on the soul
each taking a piece fot their own liKing
they are stripped complete...making them washed up and dull
I go back and forth only at the equilibrium for less than a second
Tossing and turning the world pushes me
all for the status of a new found king.
Unfit by Jill A. Benik
Free Love.Free Sex. Unwanted Children
Free Choice. Free Abortion. No Children
Free Love. Free Sex. No Fathers
No Love, No Values, Free Children
1,2,3,4
Some ladies sit out my door
1, 2,3, 4
nothing is the same as it was before
1,2,3,
and then no more.
April 2009
Free Choice. Free Abortion. No Children
Free Love. Free Sex. No Fathers
No Love, No Values, Free Children
1,2,3,4
Some ladies sit out my door
1, 2,3, 4
nothing is the same as it was before
1,2,3,
and then no more.
April 2009
Victual By Jill A. Benik
Little black umbrellas huddled in a row
Follow around the others...to see where the priest will go
Cries in the night
Lit by candlelight
Flowers in the street
but no one to sweep
Little black umbrellas huddled in a row
Can't decide which way the priest will go.
April 2009
Follow around the others...to see where the priest will go
Cries in the night
Lit by candlelight
Flowers in the street
but no one to sweep
Little black umbrellas huddled in a row
Can't decide which way the priest will go.
April 2009
Life Boat
This blog is dedicated to all of those that love the artistic and beautiful things of live. Art and music have been so twisted that the once singing around the garden days are over. I have also created this as a creative channel for other individuals who want to be creative with me. Show me your pictures, poems, listen to your musics...etc. I want this blog to be a beautiful book of all of our creations!
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