Bentlee Poetry (317)

isn't it funny how a family works
thes ones that create the Dramma
are often the ones protected
by the others that have been influenced by them.


Just sharing Idle thoughts~



~Bentlee~

While I speak
You've so much to think.

While I show
You've so much to see.

While I teach
You've already learned it all.

While I do
You've already done.

While I am
You already are.

While you listen
You really don't hear~

ink against paper they seem to contrast
nothing's been thought till the text has been read
a flurry of words you have to take in
since you clicked on the title and read what it said.

Compliance is not how you want to reply
In your mind in your heart is your write and your why
Your day, to feel off, of what has been said
As you see for yourself you did not make that bed.

Blue water grabs hold, takes my eyes for a ride
Aquatic holograms of life swimming by
Our sun is mirrored, sailing waters ontop
Swells take the air, as they grow side by side.



~Bentlee~

~fingers in flame as you reach for the sun
dirt laden feet as you trod on the ground
body's in sail while the wind blows through you
arms open wide to a ceiling of blue~

~Bentlee~

I could have been a patriot soul
Could have been modeled in clay
Perhaps its fitting for others
But for me, I'd have, never say.

I could have been you
Or your friend down the block
Or that man on the bench
People walk by and mock.

The white knuckled driver
You have to pass by
The "j" walking drunk
Middle fingers up high.

Why so many choices
As I try to stand tall
Is it my time for this
Or the jury's last call.

Feet start to itch
While you're scratchin your head
Not really sure where ur goin with this.

I guess every day has value within
My mornings first thought
That brings life into me.

Why is this me
And from where did I come
All the days I had breath
It's been me all along~

You push to the enth spitting out what I gave
Clock starts at eight, ends about five
Your recall's so bad
Cause it's all about you.

Whips in your hand and your 4 inch heels
You batter the meat to help in your feel
Always forgetting what they gave in the past
It's all about you while you crow's nest the mast.

You get thirty gives
To your Eighty five takes.
Yet the gives never seen
Your despair is all fake.

It's all about you as you superimpose
Your delicate mind upon those of brown nose
Push away others while brown will comply
As they live in the realm of your misguided lie~


~Bentlee~

Tongue caresses, honey golden thoughts
Neighborhood is sleeping
Windows shut tight
Silk covers skin as the sheets slide her in.

Puffed up, feather pillow
Not a stubble where she shave's
Hot flash stops by
Arms and hands in full wave.

My mouth gives a blast
Cooling her down.

Silk holds the cold
Skin is easy to breathe
As I shake from her grasp
While she lay, now at ease.

Silk carries cold
Hot flash is done
Silky smooth legs
Kissin lips with my tongue.

Puffed up feather pillow
Holds her head beside mine
Spooned front to back
In our passage of time~



~Bentlee~

automatic reaction, seems like it's broke
dazed in mind baffle, thoughts won't come alive
resend the thought, but rejects it somehow
a flurry of pills, while this is my now.

horrific the thoughts
while scare turns to fear
the other sides dark
while this side was clear.

talk in the room
like it's deep in a can
a beep goes full blurt
while I flat-line again.

no fog on the mirror
body's, in rest
as I look down in hover
seems they're doing their best.

Vanishing point beckons me so
into the light
it's now.....my time to go~


~Bentlee~

It wasn't our mind that created your thought

That was you all alone that brought it about

Ready to lead when it first came around

Now you sit there in lull, not a word, not a sound~



~Bentlee~

It's all within your "Rights"
What you think,
What you do
Make it right, make it so~


~Bentlee~

Is it fiction mixed with fantasy
My mind needs to explore
Is it matter of fact
Is it need to know more.

I question myself
Of the way that I see
The beauty of a women
And what thoughts that may be.

It's not an addiction
Rather contrare
Natural process
Of male gender flair.

Beauty of a women
Living lines of curve
Endorphin the blood stream
To the males mind of dream.

Natural process
Since the first day
Desires, procreation
Nature in play.

No room for guilt of a natural mind
Attraction advances all in due time.

Where in the mix did perversion arise
Altered mind, way beyond, natural thought
Addicted, severed mind, unlike natural ways
No attraction involved, dark cloudy day.

Stereotypical thought proud's the time
Often it's wrong, no intention in mind
As eyes don't see candy
Only beauty that shines~



~Bentlee~