Joshua Benjamin

Awakening from my irresistible hibernation, I beheld the sparkling morning smiling right at me.
Reluctant to leave the embrace of my mattress; Time whispered the urgency to be prepared for the educative box.
Arising in disgust at my laziness, I took a very slow flight to the cleaning chambers to attend to my royal earth;
Done with such an ethical task, my garments patiently waited for me within my private walls. And soon, my heels received marching orders to the bus station.
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It was the sleep of my pain,
Boredom to the eyes of my mind
Innocently plagued by words
My heart was in a hurry to laugh
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Within the tiny speck of a force-dependent world,
One life which is a million too small,
Valued by the power of many oxygen atoms,
All riding on the resonating sound of a breathing flute,
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A speck to the spectator of constellations,
Deceived by apparent brevity,
With my originality on its knees,
While sitting on its throne of pride,
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A loud cry of my innocent heart,
With whispers of my dizzy eyes,
While my soul waits for help,
And her desires seem too far away,
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A shocking day arrives in my timeline,
My mind in a state of a raging storm,
Many thoughts wrestling for visibility,
All challenged by the gravity of my reality,
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The most terrible evening,
Tears, tears, tears,
Broken.
Broken by the breaking of a tender heart,
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In a time when I was made, in a moment when I came to be;
A naive being anticipated an innocent world;
Filled with the sunshine of love and pure bliss;
While in the dark chambers of an earthy balloon;
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Dreams outside the space of time,
Never on bended knees to reason,
Neither on standing feet to purpose,
Yet, it's no will to believe it's just a wish,
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A sunny smile shaded by a thick cloud;
My guten morgen were but a mere hallo;
No true revelation of my electrifying excitement at humanity;
No one can tell if I truly care, it's just a clash of innocent pairs of eyes;
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Earthly life, a speck in eternity, with such strange briefness;
Yet what a spectacle to behold the beauty of the aged mind;
An abstract entity to consider when it speaks from the lips of walking wisdom;
Every word depicting the scars of suffering, the hurts and the hates, the miracles and mistakes;
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In the history of existence, the clouds cry;
Denied justice in the courts of the sky, it has to rain;
Revealed by the segregated ponds of tears on a cloud of breathing dust;
What a necessary pain to experience the paradox of foolish wisdom;
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