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Looking down your mind hits the bottom
Through your eyes not a blink
Adrenaline flows
As you stand on the front of your feet
On your toes.

Knuckles in white grasping rail tight
As you look too the bottom
Your minds fear of height

Your fighting the fear
Drops of sweat on the shirt
As your knuckles in white
Close the eyes makes it worse.

Lift a foot u turn green
get me down "NOW" . . . . . enough I've seen~



~Bentlee~

O Gentlemen

It is your blood or theirs,
It is the human blood after all.
War may go on in the East or the West,
It will bleed the peace of world, after all.

Bombs may fall on homes or on outskirts,
They wound the spirit of life after all.
Our crops may burn or theirs,
The famine will kill humans, after all.

Tanks may move forward or recede
They tear open the Earth after all.
Be it the victory of war or the mourning of defeat,
Life sheds tears on death after all.

So, O gentlemen!
It is better to end the war.
In the courtyards, yours and ours,
It is better to keep the candles burning.

Eastern world constantly exploding
a holy war
AK's a loading
the Jordan River
red with the enemies of God...

Hard to tell what is the truth
nod of no life
land of no feel
Muslims, Christians and the Jew
If you don't support the Jihad
like the Mafia they will kill you...

River of often cruelty and pain
running with crimson blood
river that flows in vain
where the flowers are red
the sky is blue
that is what my God tells me
cause I am blind....

How is it how you interact
Can you communicate with ease
Can you deliver what you want known
Or do you just freeze

Do you have a silver tongue
That sneaks behind their guard
An loosens up their credibility
An opens up their heart

Be it the old lady down the road
Or the kid behind the counter
Can you treat both the same
An enjoy the banter

What about the aggro dude
Who's so into himself
Or maybe the ordinary girl
Whose confidence is on the shelf

What about the drunk
Whose life is somewhere lost
Or the rich fella in the suit
Who never wonders about the cost

Be it black white yellow or green
I dont really care
As long as i have interaction
Then communication i"ll share

For everyone has something to offer
No matter how it is portrayed
The value of such does differ
A long as the genuiness is paid

Paid by respect to whats on offer
Simple vision an simple terms
A nod a wink an honest smile
An conversation looms

Long in sunny hollow does grass grown green
Watching apple blossums fall in the breeze
Slowly drifting past are clouds so serene
Great time to daydream or do as you please

Out behind the yellow farmhouse finds you
Hanging all our fresh washed clothes on a line
Nothing better can a warm spring sun do
Make any linens fresher or smell so fine

Living in the fair countryside immume
Far away from the city's smog and noise
Smelling sweet fragrance when wild flowers bloom
Is something very few of us enjoys

How great it makes a simple country life
A peaceful place for a man and his wife

And the hollow face
That stared empty out of the box
Would beg to say
Pa will we eat today
In that well known place
Called Hooverville
:
And watery soup
Was the order of the day
If you was lucky
To be inline they say
The jazz had gone
That flight of fancy
The band could no longer play
:
And the gangsters groaned
For their own self pity
Box cars were full
Of the wandering dead
Going nowhere to work
To the evicted homestead
:
Bakers forgot how to make bread
And bankers leapt
Where paper wealth
Always seemed to tread
And where was your pity
For the wandering dead
:
And the towers of greed
Built of paper Mache
Would crumble and fall
When foundations folded
And left the hapless to bleed
:
But times were good
Of that we knew
As the suicides rose
No more the wandering dead
And the politicians preached
Nothing bad with Hoover stew

Don’t cause any pain
Free all those you rule or reign
Life is yours to gain

Give back some you take
Greed’s ambiguous mistake
Stain a heart with hate

Faces take much form
Good cheer and smiles do warm
Take back those which harm

Care is made with love
Rewarded you from above
Peace to make world of

All those gone astray
Will return to love one day
When fear goes away

Bleak without my freedom
Choice I was given none
Out of fear you trod away
Resigned from it all
Submission to defeat
A call you obliged to
At the expense of my future
In the hands of bigots
terror clad robbers
An offering of my guts and
Spilled my lifeless body
In a cup of sand covered with blood.

But,
Over my dead body will I lose sight of my children's future.

We have as much right to be who we are and I will fight till my last breath is charged protecting that right, wouldn't you?

Into the bowels of the earth we descend
Down into the pit of hell
Crawling on hands and knees to mine
This precious fuel they call coal

Now Petey and I we are almost men
He is ten and I'm eleven
Been working here, down this mine
These last two years and month now

Mum is counting on us as men
Since Dad died from consumption
Coughed every night, spat out blood
Now gone to be with Jesus

The work is hard, it's hot down here
To work by flickering candlelight
The dust so thick, you always taste it
It makes you cough and splutter

We've almost reached the coal face
When I can hear some rumbling
I turned my head to speak to Petey
When the world collapsed around me

I don't know how long I lay there
When sense returned to me
By the flickering light I could see
The roof caved in behind me

Now I don't know if Petey was safe
Or if Petey was buried under
But what I knew and the news was bad
This was a miner's worst nightmare

Not a breeze came through, no fresh air
The tunnel tightly sealed
I think I knew deep in my heart
My bones would find rest here

Time passed, don't know how long
The candle burned away
The last light my eyes did see
Then blackness all around

I had seen night and I'd seen black
But never before black like this
The silence too was deafening
A tear squeezed from my eye

I cannot cry, I am a man
But the tears slid down my cheeks
I told myself for Mum I cried
What will become of her

The air so stale, tis hard to breathe
My eyelids heavy, drooping
Slowly I drift off to sleep
Tomorrow I'll awake in heaven

Can I look into the eyes of a stranger and say,
I love you?
Can I say to the officer who’s just given me a traffic ticket,
I love you?
Can I say to the swarthy and gruff guy who’s just handed me my gyro,
I love you?
Can I say to the guy who’s just showed me the finger in traffic,
I love you?
Can I look into the eyes of my boss after he just fired me and say,
I love you?
Can I tenderly say to her who has just broken up with me,
I love you?
Can I say, I love you, to a son or daughter who just used a profanity against me?
Can I, not condescendingly, say I love you to a father or mother who has just unfairly upbraided me?
Can I forgive a friend who was harsh with me and say,
I love you?
Can I focus on my beloved’s good points after a tirade against me, and say,
I love you?
Can I forgive a lover’s infidelity and say,
I love you?

I don’t’ know,
Some of these, we’ve all done,
Others take more practice…

I love you dear reader and fellow-poet…