We often tread where we should not.
So, if I’ve trespassed and injured you,
Come dance a jig, upon my grave;
If it gives you joy, I am ever thankful,
For your dance, will be my... – by Kennet Benoit-Hutchins | 8 Views added 3 months ago
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So it comes: a Maelstrom as a scudding cloud; guilt
In its darkness there is light: contrasted in my sin.
There an alchemy mixing atom to molecule: show yourself
This product is tarnished with savory maliciousness
That thunder: I’m deaf. Its... – by Kennet Benoit-Hutchins | 7 Views added 4 months ago
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I have led a dreamless life.
I witnessed, lived and tolerated hate,
I witnessed, lived and tolerated love.
I have loved hate.
I have hated love.
I need to lead a dreamful... – by Kennet Benoit-Hutchins | 10 Views added 4 months ago
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Leonard, you are no longer present, nor prescient,
I still hear your baritone soothing, ever present.
the sisters did not accompany you to the tower,
they still sing your phrases, share your power.
awaiting your muse, the guitar is in tune,
... – by Kennet Benoit-Hutchins | 9 Views added 7 months ago
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Leonard, you are no longer present, nor prescient,
I still hear your baritone soothing, ever present.
the sisters did not accompany you to the tower,
they still sing your phrases, share your power.
awaiting your muse, the guitar is in tune,
... – by Kennet Benoit-Hutchins | 41 Views added 7 months ago
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This a thing so very fine
A tall sweet smelling pine,
Gracing a field of cloud
Silently so very very... – by Kennet Benoît-Hutchins | 12 Views added 1 year ago
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A master teacher of human frailty
Comes calling, even the sheltered deaf
Hear and heed the call; helter skelter
Answering with disbelief, laughter, doubt,
Hope, optimism, skepticism, pessimism, -
Ahh, whatever disguises your fear: works.
... – by Kennet Benoit-Hutchins | 112 Views added 1 year ago
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Rocks do so fall
Upon nature’s mall
To be seen by all
Spring, until our fall.
But in the winter’s cold
They’re not so very bold
Resting upon earth’s fold
For my eyes to truly... – by Kennet Benoît-Hutchins | 5 Views added 1 year ago
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Grasping for all that can be taken
Reveling in the angst of the powerless
Evermore, Evermore, Poe's Raven extant
Eternally romancing the gilded throne
Damned are those who paid your... – by Kennet Benoit-Hutchins | 18 Views added 2 years ago
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Would I dare speak of war
and cause my spirit to mar
the purity of ideas and hope
so to peace we could elope.
... – by Kennet Benoit-Hutchins | 49 Views added 2 years ago
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Tree give me shade to rest tired memories,
a bench to watch the world lap up my past
a shaded pathway to reawaken, to colour,
a child’s desire to escape foul memories.
Eagle, tell me to recover, to hunt anew
in the majesty of the sky, to soar... – by Kennet Benoît-Hutchins | 249 Views added 2 years ago
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I awaken to mucus muttering
A sinus echo of heartbeats
Sleep eludes the fatigue
Royale tasked agents fail
Spittle production increases
Drip echo drip echo drip
This war, ware, this war
Ban Ki-moon rescue me
For I need peace, rest
I am... – by Kennet Benoît-Hutchins | 9 Views added 2 years ago
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Lisa's dilemma
works in 100 Mile House:
he rides a red Harley, with dual carbs,
and leather, hand tooled saddlebags,
that sway above hot chrome pipes.
He sees in her the alabaster china,
so fair, that he never possessed.
his jukebox... – by Kennet Benoît-Hutchins | 17 Views added 2 years ago
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The Muse Awakes
AND, I stand in silence,
warmed by the creeping fog.
You fail to see me, in plain sight.
I'll not... – by Kennet Benoît-Hutchins | 130 Views added 2 years ago
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I am definitely no renegade
Only a fast brief burst of light,
Shards of knowledge by grenade
My wings of wax take flight.
My faith has not lost its heart,
As it flits with our listless fate
It vanishes aromatic as a fart,
But my hope lives,... – by Kennet Benoit-Hutchins | 21 Views added 2 years ago
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There stood, my friend in the pleasant park.
his begging torment had made my soul anorectic,
I had long since emptied my moth balled pockets,
I had lost the essence for sharing. For... – by Kennet Benoît-Hutchins | 124 Views added 2 years ago
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manque d’une oreille.
ce n’est pas l’œil qui voit
ce n’est pas le cœur qui se sent
ni le cerveau qui vole,
l’âme gouverne tout : ainsi elle guérit.
c’est avec l’œil de toujours chercher
c’est le cœur qui partage le besoin
peu importe... – by Kennet Benoît-Hutchins | 11 Views added 3 years ago
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Have you met the laughing boys?
those who flirt and walk a smile,
original bite-and-scratch toys,
who mock you with their guile.
they haunt the fringes of law,
this flock of beatified bitches,
parry and thrust, blood to draw
inflict their lingering... – by Kennet Benoît-Hutchins | 26 Views added 3 years ago
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want of an Ear.
it is not the eye that sees
it is not the heart that feels
nor is it the brain that flies,
the soul rules all: so it... – by Kennet Benoît-Hutchins | 17 Views added 3 years ago
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