Bentlee Poetry (317)

The band they "Do" march to the beat of "My" drum
Defined and placed where "I" need them to be
As "I" stare through "My" gaze of pictures "I" paint
As "I" sit and think of what's next to come.

Perhaps deep inside "I" see life is just wrong
What they say, what they think, what they do in their life
Maybe it's working just only for them
For "Me" it's not right and "YOU'LL CHANGE IT RIGHT NOW".

You're kidding right!!!!!!........aren't you!!!
As you mess with "My" head
"YOU'LL NEVER SUCCEED TO HAVE IT YOUR WAY".

"I" get more players to join "My" band
To trumpet "My" thoughts of how it will be
As "I" think of whats right in this play of "My" life~



~Bentlee~

Were you ever real
Or mind made make believe
Could'a swore the sun parted your hair.

Where did you go, were you ever really there
So often we had the kitchen on fire
As an hour passed by a week at a time.

Not quite sure how to figure it out
The real seemed a dream
Just to comfort the thought.

Ceiling of stars by the crackle of fire
The wind blew to me your scent that I crave
Tucked into my arms with no words need be said.

Where did you go, did my mind play it out
You had to be real, I know I was there
Your greenish blue eyes
Our love we both shared~


~Bentlee~

ME ME ME ME ME ME ME, it's ALL bout Me, DON'T care bout you, it's all bout Me, MY DAY was good, NOT askin bout your's! ME ME ME is all bout Me, I'M feelin fine, don't care bout you, ME ME ME an I'M doin great, don't care bout you. . . WHY YOU want ME to ask such things! it's all bout ME an not bout you. . . really I'M selfish, don't you dare point it out! ME ME ME, oh poor pitty ME, the ME ME ME'S from a hardened heart I CAN'T SEE, oh poor pitty ME, I give to others when I'M too blind to see..~

My mind, it races at full rpm
To write to a thought, no beginning no end
It all gets deleted, written words I can"t flow
Heads not on task to the thought that I know.

My mind starts to plunder
Where it can't get a grip
The feeling is raw
The paper has zip!

Like the surface is scratched
Of a bottomless pit
Try as I may
Not a word, cannot Fit.

Like I'm stuck in a box
That has six panes of glass
On the other side sits
My poetic self fix.

I swim through the air
As I try to break free
To render my thought's
To write, write like me.

But I'm stuck in a box of six panes a glass
Where the think that I thought
Of the thought that I knew.
Needs to script onto paper for me and for you~




~Bentlee~

Strewn upon the grass lay my thorny rose
Seed melts into life with direction known
That split in the road leads to my front door
In vengeance the passion unite's to conform.

Strewn upon the grass lay my thorny rose
I seek to familiar my thought I suppose
Bewildered while taking your thoughts you impose
With your fertilized mind where you think you're so right.

The back of my shell opens up then I leave
Checkmate holds you close as you need to imply
Radical version of disciplined mind
Takes you over the edge "n" back into your time~




~Bentlee~

toss the pillow aside
as you fall into the sky
spinning thoughts fall
can you run, can you hide.

heated light warps the tangent's you live
where the space that you take
just adds ink on your quill
as it strokes onto paper, self proclaimed foolish pride.

says the world as it see's one eye at a time.


your passage of rights stand before you in time
as the monster with an eye
see's with telescopic mind
the path that you choose, your way to your prime.

pillows on the floor from where you tossed it before
reach down pick it up for the new night ahead
at the top of the bed thats where you'll lay
in your thoughts in your mind and your social display.

why would it matter what they think of your ways
of yourself of your being of your inner machine
as you do what you do to live in your life
where you go where you been where you smile it away.

body is soaked with your life you embrace
caressing inner thought, no mirrored remorse
social lips may drool, plot your way stay on course
as you challenge each day of your life to be yours.


~Bentlee~

In this place y'all hang out
What you write's, what you feel
In that moment with your thoughts.

Alot of words that I've read
You all post thru your days
To talk about something
Important in your mind.

What I'm trying to say
There's much that I've read
Yet no comment to reflect.

Perhaps it's a case of the way that I am
It is what it is and the way it's just me~


~Bentlee~

Hell your're what fifty
I'm just thirty
Doe's it really really matter.

You say it's all good as the sun rise's high
I'm feelin my age as you say you are too.

That summer dress fits you like a 30 year old
Yet in your 50's you wear it
No stocking tales told.
As your men are made up from what you believe.

You are a beautiful fifty, pushing fourty at least
As nylons rub, when you walk down a street
Confidential stride for the man you so love.

Your phone blurts a text at 12:28
It's him......hi sweetie, I love you
How go's your day?

You wouldn't believe it my nylon's..... they ran
My day is a joke........will I see you tonight.

I'm off work around six, can I run you a bath
With bubbles to take off the day you just had~

Chill my fingers
As I glisten your skin.

Taste the salt of your warmth
Passioned skin does release.

Light touch of the Ice arouse quivers in you
Cold drips they tease to bring pleasure extreme.

Wide open breath as your body replies
Stroke of my finger paints your tanned skin
Goosebumps appear as you twitch with eyes closed.

Chill my fingers
Wet your skin
Tease arousal in you.

You tease your lips with a passionate tongue
As you lay in waiting longing for more.

Nipples erect as the Ice glides across
Not quite touching as cold water drops.

Open eyes meet
Love, it begins
Your nails dig in
As both lips become one~



~Bentlee~

What have you learned in the life that you live
Is it better to go or sit right where you're at
Do you think you can fly past your future in store
Or do you need some more life to get past your front door.

The world thinks they've got you all figured out
Yet they have not a clue as water fills up your cup
As their minds are too busy groomin ghosts of their past.

Gossip arena hails ovational cheer
While the darts lips and knives make your back bleed
The source isn't worth your moments stricken blue
When you come to find out loose lips about you.

As their minds are to busy groomin ghosts of their past
Walking on stilts to rise way above
The gossip to them is a push and a shove
Knocking you down a bit at a time.

It makes them feel better getting past no self love
Their darks a bit brighter when they push and they shove

They haven't a clue of what they don't see
Defence at work keeping truth held at bay~



~Bentlee~

The Cross i stood before you
Would my eyes well in sadness
As you keep love in your eyes
While offering the world sacrificial truth.

A humble man of means
Heart to the people
From all walks in life.

Stead fast to educate right versus wrong
A prostitute to marry accepting her past.

If upon the Cross i stood before you
Would you teach me pure life
To settle my ways.

Growing up with not a faintest idea of whom you were
While the many filled with wrong held you in contempt.

Rocks been rolled
Thinking your fate is now sealed
A stalemate for now as the hours pass by.

Resurection arrives, at the final hour
Hands and feet healed
Now much work to be done.

I shoulder my skin
I hold it tight
I just let it breathe
When I feel it's right.

Boundaries of love gone by to the past
Like a flickering candle
Dripping wax turns to cold.

You feel it's been brought to your broadened extreme
A tip of the iceberg is where you were at.

Boundaries of love
Gone by to the past.

Perhaps it was trees
Your heart could not climb
As your mind kept you safe
Where you just should not be.

Sometimes in life love comes to you free
Hard parts knowing what you truly feel inside
Your mind trips you up in a false loving touch
How big do you want it, what you keep is it real.

Boundaries of love
Gone by to the past.

Then you find there's a place
You've never been at
Where it flows from the heart
Not a bit holding back.

Boundaries of love
that were once in the past.


~Bentlee~