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Array ( [sid] => 146966 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => To His Own Insanity . . . Ben [time] => 2008-12-21 18:00:29 [hometext] => A poem of illusions concieved in the womb of life, pened, while under the inffluence and the loss, of a home town friend . . . [bodytext] =>






Who

can prove

what life's

about?

when in we come

and then it's

out,

bestowed on us

without request

so

who can say?

they have

it

best.



One

of sheer

financial gain?

perhaps good health

and minus pain,

maybey dreamers

lost in flight

who live by day

and love

by

night.



Who

can prove

what life's

about?

if any proof at

all,

in our souls

we scream and shout

whilst in our hearts

we

fall.



Not

to mention

in our minds

that place

of constant

woe,

we

pour our drink

and draw the blinds

and off to sleep we

go.



If

we're lucky

we may die

but if not

we

dream,

even worse

we find out why

nothing's what it

seem's.



Who

can prove

what life's

about?

with all it's mystery,

sherlock holmes

with all his clout

would fail

horrendessly.



Life

with all it's evidence

placed before our eyes,

non the less

remains a mess

of made to order

lies.



The

jury's been convicted

defendants now go free,

the judge has been sequested

to his own

insanity.



Ben





myheartsvoice






[comments] => 3 [counter] => 169 [topic] => 13 [informant] => myheartsvoice [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
To His Own Insanity . . . Ben

Contributed by myheartsvoice on Sunday, 21st December 2008 @ 06:00:29 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry










Who

can prove

what life's

about?

when in we come

and then it's

out,

bestowed on us

without request

so

who can say?

they have

it

best.



One

of sheer

financial gain?

perhaps good health

and minus pain,

maybey dreamers

lost in flight

who live by day

and love

by

night.



Who

can prove

what life's

about?

if any proof at

all,

in our souls

we scream and shout

whilst in our hearts

we

fall.



Not

to mention

in our minds

that place

of constant

woe,

we

pour our drink

and draw the blinds

and off to sleep we

go.



If

we're lucky

we may die

but if not

we

dream,

even worse

we find out why

nothing's what it

seem's.



Who

can prove

what life's

about?

with all it's mystery,

sherlock holmes

with all his clout

would fail

horrendessly.



Life

with all it's evidence

placed before our eyes,

non the less

remains a mess

of made to order

lies.



The

jury's been convicted

defendants now go free,

the judge has been sequested

to his own

insanity.



Ben





myheartsvoice










Copyright © myheartsvoice ... [ 2008-12-21 18:00:29]
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Re: To His Own Insanity . . . Ben (User Rating: 1 )
by Voice of the Silent on Sunday, 21st December 2008 @ 06:23:55 PM AEST
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great write liked the flow especially in the last stanza
hope to read more soon
-kelly


Re: To His Own Insanity . . . Ben (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Monday, 22nd December 2008 @ 12:00:05 AM AEST
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Sorry for your loss.
Awesome writing as always.
Happy Holidays to you and Joan.
big huggs, blessings,
emy


Re: To His Own Insanity . . . Ben (User Rating: 1 )
by karoody on Monday, 22nd December 2008 @ 05:07:29 PM AEST
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so heartbreaking...
your story has been told beautifully
huge hugs and blessings to you and yours
there are no perfect words in times
like these, but i truly pray for peace
in the hearts of all who are hurting right now
it is obvious this friend was deeply treasured
again~
best of my blessings
kara




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