Bentlee Poetry (317)

In it full heart, why you here. If you ain't in it full heart why you with the one. If you ain't in it full heart why you takin space. If you ain't in it full heart why you watchin time. If you ain't in it full heart. . . . . why you breathin air.~

Rest in peace, some oneelse'll take your place. Life filled with strife of sacrificed rule injest'd by self. Magnifed sight amongst 9 fitted seats, magnitude growth. Select they be few, pockets in line for a simple day's task~

in the road came my last cigarette that raindrops put out, as I flicked it away from the last puff I had when I sat in the chair, from closing the fridge for some cheese an a beer I got out of the chair, commercial was on from the movie I see, triple bill thriller right to the end as the buttons in play ~

The sound echoed as it lay still on free ride over air. My knuckles in white full clutch to the arms that stay on the chair. Heads full erect as my backs center lined with the wall a the room. Feet take my legs dug in toes hold the force, of adrenaline stream. Eyes paint the thought in the sit an the sight of the place that you are. Shiver in spine erupted the skin hair is on edge. A gasp an grasp as lungs are in flight midst heart pumpin red.

in front, empty shell's in wake. Ya had given chance bullets not in blank. Self mounted scope from settled inner way, contraction a finger you make ur own play. Bull'seye or field it's all in ur sight, a good shallow breath or deep one to start. Is ur target for certain to follow it through, indeed it is to do what need's to ~

A gathering A time to say hi an recount, life of fulfillment amongst selected friends. Red spot of wine lands on their shirts, as the glasses reflect the mood of the time. Lady a the house she sits in a smile finger in point as she smiles in her chat. As the man sits in wait of welcome arrived guests, heart sits in the smile to the shake of all hands.

House is in smoke .....scalloped ones boil over, windows all work as the house breaks of mist. Thanks in the giving of the time to be spent, friends from way back another weekend of us.

Spirits sit in glass waitin lips to sip way, at the end of the table one more beer an some chat. Eyes connect a sec an say all's ok, sun's in full full an soon moon full cast.

Venture in day of splendid filled time India pale ale an infuzion bottle wine. This is real time according to them, as they chat up a guy involved in some write. They say a man an women can't be friends without touch a skin, kept behind closed door for the world not to know. Ya know it can be if it's kept in real time, a friendship for life an no skin time in share.

Thanksgiving dinner all in behold friends talkin tales to story of yore sharing a day that worthed such in talk, laughter between all who's involved. Close friends to the end in back watch to each, one day in the year's three sixty five!

He slips to sixty seven at mere fourty age. Into his childhood of pushed away an rage. A shaped partial future of getting to know. Miles an miles of past pushed aside then walking away you admitted her jus now. Back now to fourty's of reality mind that love in the future of mind will I find. Ever so present. . . . felt.

Fires in snap bound to echo red brick church. Brass bell sits in wait of it's mono tone in flow. Air throws wash of sun horizon coloured trees. Ends filled midst boiled sap on tetered embered growth. Grey skin explodes to steal flight into air. Embers to charcoal three more logs one more chair.

Sun rose in the west an set in the east indifference of thought or implanted beast. Current past mind set for those to behold, into the circle not brave yet is bold. A mindset of yore into each day, compounded strife the real slips away. A biggie it's not yet the magnifed vision, manifests a growth with fertilized thought. Clarity is gone as a sprout rises forth, to echo the past in host no remorse. A bitter apple hangs by the branch of a tree, it rot's life around it till it's time, break free~

Dancin upon Red River Sky, jumpin on clouds, wakin the Moon. Dancin upon Red River Sky, sun beam in ray, an red belly clouds. Dancin upon Red River Sky sun is in set with a moon breakin shy. Dancin upon Red River Sky with canyons below birds upon flight. Dancin upon Red River Sky .z. . .z.z.z.

Rooster in sync with the sun's rise a day. A shower an shave no time to waste, six days have past, the seventh will be to free up my conscience with an envelope stuffed. Rope is in tug as the brass beckons all. Six days before an last nights recall. At least my spots bought by one day a week in sunday of gather an minister speak. I feel so much better now sin is forgave, six days to go for the seventh again~

Whats in your mind is sure to be there. Empty the thought, empty the care. Into the night, same as the day, six strides ahead now be on your way. Over the grass through thicket an field, no sense of caution no need of yield. Presence in place of no fearin mind, one step in front with the other behind. Into the night the day's just ahead a blanket an pillow atop a the bed. Into the night you walk with self stride, the lurkin's away it's where they reside. Into the night one step at a time. . . .