Bentlee Poetry (317)

kindled heart fires

when I breathe you in endorphined mind quake's

when I breathe you in shuttered breath makes a tighter embrace

when I breathe you in pinnacled thought not to expire

when I breathe you in your scent's overwhelm brief moments within

when I breathe you in that breath's gone
an is time for the next to begin

when I breathe you in it's your hair on my face in my hand

when I breathe you in my troubles seem at bay

when I breathe you in all this time, on your face
love display~


~Bentlee~

your eyes, when my eyes listen there's many words you say, if I only see, I don't hear, when I hear your eyes speak that's when love's most seen, that's when hearted words are most said, thats when I learn your true heart to me, true love's expressed through the eyes, your eyes will see it if you let them listen, for silence says much.

Between two clouds below, gently it sliced the air as it fell
Christmas snowflake it became as history proclaims
three nails a hammer then a "Cross" in the land
the thorn bleeds as it rests.....after all had been thought.

Streets in jubilee across the road's tiny Tim
innocent, of a scrooge holding love....not within
no day's will be lost in the visit's he had
just his fear of the present, an the He, he forsake.

To the ground that flake fell
as it stood on glow and rode the brite of Christmas lights
the others.....they melted
disappeared, they took flight

That Magical snowflake shapes as it falls
Christmas...it's here, here too fast for us all
your day will it be and your mind will it see
the hammer an nails and the "Cross" on the land~


~Bentlee~

~Our feet stand ahead...... of what we leave in the past





Lost in grasp........ our ships, in the sky lookin down




technologies trace....... documents it all




Feet...... are fast....... leavin tracks





Decimation intact




!




~Bentlee~

Maturity reigns supreme
In my future night dreams.

Stepping back a step
To see where I was
With my mind that was there
In my life at that time.

Every sense it all made
With what came to my door.
What I felt, what I thought
No inner need to explore.

Solipsistic way to be
Inner voice.....Inner me.

Not the way it is
Nor the way....should it be
Notch my belt many times
With growth......I do see~

~Political black veil of cloud in the sky.~




~Bentlee~

Mercury shrinks as night weather falls
Grabbing the air in it's quiet whispered hug
Hailing to trade what was before

A simple degree of a place that was there
A drip of water freezes as it enters the night
Looking to refract mirrored image all Around
A drop at a time chambered freeze not a sound.

A seasonal life they tend to exude
Excaliber of Ice amidst a Chill in the air~

There was a bald man from Belize
his dog had a case of the fleas
every itch he would scratch
losing hair in each patch
now they both save on haircutting fees~

~She's the place to be when the road narrows up
A little escape for a man and machine
Some wind through the hair....some freedom to take
With four wheels, or just two, skipping waves in the boat.

A celebrated feel if only for a while
With the handle or wheel, an adrenaline junkies high
On the edge of the line, control is in check
As the maximum push creeps you out....of the safe.

In a deep breath heart pumps
As your blood rides.....on it's vein
The high of the mind feels what it see's
As you exit to freedom by adrenaline rush.~


~Bentlee~

it all as I looked
for a lady in my life
up a road
down a street
in a park near the lake

seemed the sun held my smile
for the one that I'd meet
after all deep inside......
you just know when it's right

There were days that were still
like the time on a clock
when your breath would not run
took it's time in it's walk

I'm thinking deep inside.....
two footprints in the sand
given heart clean and soft
virgin mind by surrendered pride~

walking
imaginary thought of imaginary time
in an imaginary place with an imaginary strut
on an imaginary sidewalk seeing imaginary pigeons
on an imaginary town clock with an imaginary bell
dinging imaginary tones into the imaginary air
over the imaginary town letting the imaginary people
know it's imaginary tea in their imaginary homes
with their imaginary friends over for an imaginary visit
during their imaginary day in their imaginary life
with their imaginary thoughts
of imagining~

~Bentlee~

Splash...........into the wet of your thoughts you display
be it yours there not mine, they are yours to be found
................Your's......................
you think, with subliminal mind.

Splash...........vogue is in where.......it is to be found
where it sits in the place of your vertical mind
hard to catch with it's skin of the race so contrived
it's a style of Life congured up in the head!

~Bentlee~