3) Crawl I must, much further still, into night
That drags on into everlasting light;
Bats do have better chances, better sight,
Than I now employ. Yet songs will I sing,
The dower of joy unburdened by pains
Of the body, gifted in it's sighs, rains
Governed to fill the wounds of sin made clear
By the impressions still found in my flesh.
Try such confessions through the sound of song!
Why, touch depressions? Move the day along
By remembrances sweeter, grooves that pull
Me to places I once trod! Yet my hopes,
These true faces, die as I plod through dust
Untold, begin to fade, become as rust.
Rust and Dust, (C) Luke Bennette, March 2012
Monday, April 2, 2012
Small Comforts
2) However much I try to move, my faint
Body, untouched in spirit, I cannot;
Though I command with my mind and do paint
My body with sand, the hissing waters,
Odd mixtures of smell banding together
Such textures that my mind may stand once more
Firmly on the brink of this world. Dunce's, such
Wormy fiends that do sink into the mud
And are never seen again, without much
Become clever with the gift of small time;
Gifted with the lever of smell and rhymes
That do soak the ills of my head in small
Comforts, cloak the pain's that do rack my tall
Bodies frame, I still hope; time may I gain
Small Comforts, (C) Luke Bennette
Body, untouched in spirit, I cannot;
Though I command with my mind and do paint
My body with sand, the hissing waters,
Odd mixtures of smell banding together
Such textures that my mind may stand once more
Firmly on the brink of this world. Dunce's, such
Wormy fiends that do sink into the mud
And are never seen again, without much
Become clever with the gift of small time;
Gifted with the lever of smell and rhymes
That do soak the ills of my head in small
Comforts, cloak the pain's that do rack my tall
Bodies frame, I still hope; time may I gain
Small Comforts, (C) Luke Bennette
The Good Fight
1) Farther off; Look we must go! There is such
A tempest brewing that this rust show, but
Touched by the hands that do now grasp for it's
Botched hull, shall be tossed as a child's toy, fits
Of rage shall we endure as we employ
Ourselves so as to ensure that envoy's
Of the deep do not claim our bodies soon;
It is the reaper's task to claim us, swounds
If he should bask in my imitated
Glory before I am satiated!
Yet, as the storm rages on, in futile
Gesture do I resist, I have such wild
Fury that to desist seems such a waste,
That I should lay down my life in such haste.
The Good Fight, (C) Luke Bennette, March 2012
A tempest brewing that this rust show, but
Touched by the hands that do now grasp for it's
Botched hull, shall be tossed as a child's toy, fits
Of rage shall we endure as we employ
Ourselves so as to ensure that envoy's
Of the deep do not claim our bodies soon;
It is the reaper's task to claim us, swounds
If he should bask in my imitated
Glory before I am satiated!
Yet, as the storm rages on, in futile
Gesture do I resist, I have such wild
Fury that to desist seems such a waste,
That I should lay down my life in such haste.
The Good Fight, (C) Luke Bennette, March 2012
Until Dusk
Well rested and fed I begin the day's work,
A small portion of dread within me still lurks
Unseen and unbidden to the front lines;
Like a spy to collect his fee for some
Unsavory task carried out in time.
Such is a hired man, he cannot be won
Through any means except payment promised.
But with fear akin to those that face dead,
I do fear this spy and will hide me, lest
He should upon his arrival take me
Instead of the rival agreed to be
By his hands, destroyed. For I employed
This man of death, and I cannot look for
Comfort in his eyes; true blue eyes of war
That do mix with the steel of swords sharp
And sing to you as music, through the harp
Of his mouth. Such soft deception. Yet I
Know his beauteous mold makes him so cold
As to kill a child, for the proper fee's.
So I hide myself away, by light of
Night and that of bright day; he makes oven's
Seem easy to stomach, their heat surely
Do not scorch as the beams of hate that do
Emanate from behind the mask of love.
However much he appear endearing
To our cause, he will switch, for opposing laws
That do fill his purse with swifter pace, as
Horses that do race on their game apace.
Thus do I hide, and keep from hated dread
That still haunts me when I go to bed.
Until Dusk, (C) Luke Bennette, March 2012
A small portion of dread within me still lurks
Unseen and unbidden to the front lines;
Like a spy to collect his fee for some
Unsavory task carried out in time.
Such is a hired man, he cannot be won
Through any means except payment promised.
But with fear akin to those that face dead,
I do fear this spy and will hide me, lest
He should upon his arrival take me
Instead of the rival agreed to be
By his hands, destroyed. For I employed
This man of death, and I cannot look for
Comfort in his eyes; true blue eyes of war
That do mix with the steel of swords sharp
And sing to you as music, through the harp
Of his mouth. Such soft deception. Yet I
Know his beauteous mold makes him so cold
As to kill a child, for the proper fee's.
So I hide myself away, by light of
Night and that of bright day; he makes oven's
Seem easy to stomach, their heat surely
Do not scorch as the beams of hate that do
Emanate from behind the mask of love.
However much he appear endearing
To our cause, he will switch, for opposing laws
That do fill his purse with swifter pace, as
Horses that do race on their game apace.
Thus do I hide, and keep from hated dread
That still haunts me when I go to bed.
Until Dusk, (C) Luke Bennette, March 2012
Sunday, April 1, 2012
Wind and Sea
I am as the sea when it meets the air
And create a storm of passion our
Lovemaking; we move further up and in
So that the land may reap the benefits. Yet
Tonight I am alone, untouched by wind.
So does your invisibility, the
Absence of your flesh and blood bring me tears;
For what is the sea without the wind that
It should exist for itself alone? Shall
You not come forward from the clouds?
Why do you dance among the stars that are
The reflections of light upon armor
Strewn across the marble floor, or perched
On the faces of spectacles beings, and
The thousand spaces reflected on my
many chasms that the ocean holds dear?
I feel blue, abandoned, and do pityMyself; for all the power that I have
Is left idle when lacking your grace. Shall
I fall to deepest cave as I call?
Tears cast in vain? For without wind the
Sea yields no fruit of it's own. Confined
To outer reaches of the salty sea.
Yet I hear your whisper, I catch your voice
As you stroll through the sky, now a tempest
In my heart; though even the quietest
Of sounds does make the heart beat if in love.
So now I do surface, gaze westward with
The hopes that I shall espy you staring,
Your eyes fixed on mine; thunderous look
And a glare that speaks lightning to my soul!
I look to the west to find my hopes are true;
To see you floating towards me, sea anew
With the tides of your sweeping touch. But such
Looks do you hold tonight, as you do when
Storms of love were about to ascend to
Heaven itself. Such is your gaze on me.
I'll stand here staring, ages untold, still
Daring, hoping, for you to make bold. Aye,
And will catch you, for a moment brief; for
How can the wind be subdued by the sea?
But for one moment, as you brush past me
In your haste to escape my hand we'll meet,
And in that time you'll turn and I will greet
Those eyes that I have gazed so long upon.
Gone again, I begin the chase anew;
Until sea and wind become new, in rain.
Wind and Sea, (C) Luke Bennette, March 2012
And create a storm of passion our
Lovemaking; we move further up and in
So that the land may reap the benefits. Yet
Tonight I am alone, untouched by wind.
So does your invisibility, the
Absence of your flesh and blood bring me tears;
For what is the sea without the wind that
It should exist for itself alone? Shall
You not come forward from the clouds?
Why do you dance among the stars that are
The reflections of light upon armor
Strewn across the marble floor, or perched
On the faces of spectacles beings, and
The thousand spaces reflected on my
many chasms that the ocean holds dear?
I feel blue, abandoned, and do pityMyself; for all the power that I have
Is left idle when lacking your grace. Shall
I fall to deepest cave as I call?
Tears cast in vain? For without wind the
Sea yields no fruit of it's own. Confined
To outer reaches of the salty sea.
Yet I hear your whisper, I catch your voice
As you stroll through the sky, now a tempest
In my heart; though even the quietest
Of sounds does make the heart beat if in love.
So now I do surface, gaze westward with
The hopes that I shall espy you staring,
Your eyes fixed on mine; thunderous look
And a glare that speaks lightning to my soul!
I look to the west to find my hopes are true;
To see you floating towards me, sea anew
With the tides of your sweeping touch. But such
Looks do you hold tonight, as you do when
Storms of love were about to ascend to
Heaven itself. Such is your gaze on me.
I'll stand here staring, ages untold, still
Daring, hoping, for you to make bold. Aye,
And will catch you, for a moment brief; for
How can the wind be subdued by the sea?
But for one moment, as you brush past me
In your haste to escape my hand we'll meet,
And in that time you'll turn and I will greet
Those eyes that I have gazed so long upon.
Gone again, I begin the chase anew;
Until sea and wind become new, in rain.
Wind and Sea, (C) Luke Bennette, March 2012
Hall of Mirrors
Must you make me search for you through
This sea of heads, this atrocious attire
Fitted to bodies so perfectly as
A suit at death? Or is it your intent
To give me cause, to pause and ponder all
That I see before me so to ask why
It is that I am chasing your red mane?
Trust in me, for if I can but hold you
Again in my arms I can forget this
Place where I do hunt your shadow; for you
Fly from me as though the wind that does
Reveal itself only through magic;
That does weave itself in and out of those
Things that breathe and objects numerous,
Mere forms of being without that spark of life,
Inanimate at all times, unless you pass
Them by. Yet you come not to me. Must
I press my way through this golden armor,
This knight of metal, this shell, this tin can?
Must you tempt me with such worldly gifts
Such as these that you do bob your head here,
Then there, among numerous wealth's that have
Little worth to me save that they do shine
With your reflection as I pass them by!
So invisible is your thought; why so
Determined to ring your way around me?
Is not the chase enough to satiate
Your thirst for my loving pursuit, dost not
The lover's heart ring truly in my mind
That you should push and pull at my cloak when
I do stand idly, my eyes cast about
In the sea of nothingness I am in?
For what are all of these men and women,
These persons of power, politics, might
You be suggesting that I fall for them?
I hear them not! Cannot speak with them for
The pounding that is in my head, the pain
That covers the length of my arms from dread,
And the chaos that causes havoc to
My soul; so does your heart full of cheer at
The sight of my pains to overcome fear!
Yet I will try again; to me this bliss
Is worth the time; all for a lovers kiss.
Hall of Wind, (C) Luke Bennette
This sea of heads, this atrocious attire
Fitted to bodies so perfectly as
A suit at death? Or is it your intent
To give me cause, to pause and ponder all
That I see before me so to ask why
It is that I am chasing your red mane?
Trust in me, for if I can but hold you
Again in my arms I can forget this
Place where I do hunt your shadow; for you
Fly from me as though the wind that does
Reveal itself only through magic;
That does weave itself in and out of those
Things that breathe and objects numerous,
Mere forms of being without that spark of life,
Inanimate at all times, unless you pass
Them by. Yet you come not to me. Must
I press my way through this golden armor,
This knight of metal, this shell, this tin can?
Must you tempt me with such worldly gifts
Such as these that you do bob your head here,
Then there, among numerous wealth's that have
Little worth to me save that they do shine
With your reflection as I pass them by!
So invisible is your thought; why so
Determined to ring your way around me?
Is not the chase enough to satiate
Your thirst for my loving pursuit, dost not
The lover's heart ring truly in my mind
That you should push and pull at my cloak when
I do stand idly, my eyes cast about
In the sea of nothingness I am in?
For what are all of these men and women,
These persons of power, politics, might
You be suggesting that I fall for them?
I hear them not! Cannot speak with them for
The pounding that is in my head, the pain
That covers the length of my arms from dread,
And the chaos that causes havoc to
My soul; so does your heart full of cheer at
The sight of my pains to overcome fear!
Yet I will try again; to me this bliss
Is worth the time; all for a lovers kiss.
Hall of Wind, (C) Luke Bennette
Goram Toquespa
As the flames that do consume the wild night,
Those same flames that now approach our city,
I, Goram Toquespa, will stop their affront
Like the rain that falls from the skies, in times
When the great cycle does seeks such renewal
Of our land by thunderous applause! Lights
That do shine down and fork the ground with
Such inexplicable power as is in them to make
The very sky shatter with roaring groans!
Even so shall I harness the power
Of our people to renew our country,
I shall remove this blight this cursed crop,
These Devils, who do now take our free men
As slaves! Name us demons, monsters to be
Trained, as the animals that they command;
All for a single difference in skin.
That they have hides white, and we do have black.
Their ignorance made sound by greedy hands
Shall make them rue the day they landed here!
Do you not agree Hiswalamonga?
Shall we not thus purge ourselves of these men,
Their coats red with the blood of our people,
Like the damns that do break and pour forth a
Multitude to quench the fire in such
A torrent, that no living thing may stand
In it's path, live through it's wake, and come to
In one piece? Only the strong survive such
Pains. Have not I led you all in such frays as
The one we now prepare to meet? Shall
We who have lived, braved the wilds of this world,
Withstood the bite of winter's hand, who have
Planted crops in the rockiest of soil
So that we have but the merest hope of
Life in this dead land, made futile by us,
Shall we who do all these things for wife and son,
Daughter, brother, sister, friend, neighbor, and
All those titles which we heap upon our
Selves with due honor, Shall we then give in?
Allow them to take us without a fight? For
Know brothers, that the merest thought of life
May cause you to fear, to fall down like the
Inexperienced hunter, flee your prey,
And so become so hunted that you pray
For a swift end, but it would not come! For
Such a man is exactly what they seek,
A man who fears the way of this land, the
Man who seeks the comfort of secure
Food, a home he does not own, and bread he
Did not harvest. They would take you but that
You may till their bellies, may fan their fire,
But inside you would be black as coals that
Did never see the light, never felt spark.
As I am a man, as I did claim rights
Of passage among us when I did string
My first bow, kill my own prey, and sing its
Hide clean off so that it now rests on my
Shoulders, and as I am a man who loves,
Loves what is his, but more importantly,
Loves who gives me my dignity. For I
Tell you this, no matter the enemy,
No matter the cause, no matter the strength
Of the opposing force, which we have said
Is likened to the fire that burns among trees
When struck by the inexplicable powr,
No matter these things, the fight will be won
By the heart that you bear, by who rests in
It! They do give you the will to win them
Once again, as you did before; show them
Then that you have that inexplicable
Power from lights above inside of you!
And since you have that power that burns, burns
Inside of you with the life of your loves,
Then may you stand with me as we fight this
Evil, as we destroy their bodies, and
So eradicate them from our lands, that
They may be gone and come not back! Yet know!
Know my livened friends, whom I do cherish,
That we cannot end them forever. Yes.
No matter the war cries you give, they come,
They will come! Such is evils ways. That is
Why I make clear what is at stake to all.
That you may listen, hear, hear the call I
Give. That you may be able to give more,
That you may drive evil from our shore, not
Once but as many times as he comes by.
So let him come then, for he comes to die!
Goram Toquespa, (C) Luke Bennette, April 2012
Those same flames that now approach our city,
I, Goram Toquespa, will stop their affront
Like the rain that falls from the skies, in times
When the great cycle does seeks such renewal
Of our land by thunderous applause! Lights
That do shine down and fork the ground with
Such inexplicable power as is in them to make
The very sky shatter with roaring groans!
Even so shall I harness the power
Of our people to renew our country,
I shall remove this blight this cursed crop,
These Devils, who do now take our free men
As slaves! Name us demons, monsters to be
Trained, as the animals that they command;
All for a single difference in skin.
That they have hides white, and we do have black.
Their ignorance made sound by greedy hands
Shall make them rue the day they landed here!
Do you not agree Hiswalamonga?
Shall we not thus purge ourselves of these men,
Their coats red with the blood of our people,
Like the damns that do break and pour forth a
Multitude to quench the fire in such
A torrent, that no living thing may stand
In it's path, live through it's wake, and come to
In one piece? Only the strong survive such
Pains. Have not I led you all in such frays as
The one we now prepare to meet? Shall
We who have lived, braved the wilds of this world,
Withstood the bite of winter's hand, who have
Planted crops in the rockiest of soil
So that we have but the merest hope of
Life in this dead land, made futile by us,
Shall we who do all these things for wife and son,
Daughter, brother, sister, friend, neighbor, and
All those titles which we heap upon our
Selves with due honor, Shall we then give in?
Allow them to take us without a fight? For
Know brothers, that the merest thought of life
May cause you to fear, to fall down like the
Inexperienced hunter, flee your prey,
And so become so hunted that you pray
For a swift end, but it would not come! For
Such a man is exactly what they seek,
A man who fears the way of this land, the
Man who seeks the comfort of secure
Food, a home he does not own, and bread he
Did not harvest. They would take you but that
You may till their bellies, may fan their fire,
But inside you would be black as coals that
Did never see the light, never felt spark.
As I am a man, as I did claim rights
Of passage among us when I did string
My first bow, kill my own prey, and sing its
Hide clean off so that it now rests on my
Shoulders, and as I am a man who loves,
Loves what is his, but more importantly,
Loves who gives me my dignity. For I
Tell you this, no matter the enemy,
No matter the cause, no matter the strength
Of the opposing force, which we have said
Is likened to the fire that burns among trees
When struck by the inexplicable powr,
No matter these things, the fight will be won
By the heart that you bear, by who rests in
It! They do give you the will to win them
Once again, as you did before; show them
Then that you have that inexplicable
Power from lights above inside of you!
And since you have that power that burns, burns
Inside of you with the life of your loves,
Then may you stand with me as we fight this
Evil, as we destroy their bodies, and
So eradicate them from our lands, that
They may be gone and come not back! Yet know!
Know my livened friends, whom I do cherish,
That we cannot end them forever. Yes.
No matter the war cries you give, they come,
They will come! Such is evils ways. That is
Why I make clear what is at stake to all.
That you may listen, hear, hear the call I
Give. That you may be able to give more,
That you may drive evil from our shore, not
Once but as many times as he comes by.
So let him come then, for he comes to die!
Goram Toquespa, (C) Luke Bennette, April 2012
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