I can still remember your
when we
But now my memory of
slowly slipping away
Times when we would
And your smile
I don’t want to forg you
But how can
when you’re
Gone.
Benjamin Black-Odinma
You were the only one...
Phoebus and his car
Golden amethyst light duet
Embalmed by racing
Entombed from extinguished thought
Encasing stopped by
.................................................the controlling void...
A blend of shadow, space, and bleeding inside the void
Now light extinguish stopped
Inside you
Inside your hoping ambivalence
Ruling to release
Now I go!
Dim release to radiance
Twirling
.................Unfolding
.....................................Twirking
Now bliss is seething bliss
With a morning perfection
That dims at dawn...
Embalmed by racing
Entombed from extinguished thought
Encasing stopped by
.................................................the controlling void...
A blend of shadow, space, and bleeding inside the void
Now light extinguish stopped
Inside you
Inside your hoping ambivalence
Ruling to release
Now I go!
Dim release to radiance
Twirling
.................Unfolding
.....................................Twirking
Now bliss is seething bliss
With a morning perfection
That dims at dawn...
The Angel keeps laughing
Her songs in bed were
All full of lead, binding me
To reason
So I opened her head, found
A girl instead. The compulsive act of Treason
You won't see me musing over
A startling love that
leaves one hurt
Or bruised.
I've clipped my
Wings and rather like walking,
I've never been so fully amused
Benjamin Black-Odinma
All full of lead, binding me
To reason
So I opened her head, found
A girl instead. The compulsive act of Treason
You won't see me musing over
A startling love that
leaves one hurt
Or bruised.
I've clipped my
Wings and rather like walking,
I've never been so fully amused
Benjamin Black-Odinma
Again, Eternal return
I. CONTRITION
Dear Jesus,
Your starry eyes
Have chased our cave thoughts into the busy street
But we've burned all the history books
And listen to the prophets say-
"I want to be destroyed with you"
And now that the dark has no teeth anymore
We run to it in our dreams where
Where we do coke off weiji boards
And imitate ghosts
"Ed Gein is my idol"
But Apollo's under my floorboards
What should I do with him now?
Now that we know
There's everlasting rest within The Big Secret
But tell me
What has perception taught you?
Every night we kill ourselves
To bring a corpse to life
In post-mortem toxic incite
Perception was just a lie
II. PATH TO EDEN
Pooling twist of ivory on my decay
We walk
In search of beer and
Columbine trouble
Breaking walls
To search the rubble
Passing Plato and Kant at the liquor store
We keep walking
Til I join the moonlight
I walk with vital breathe
Watching stones grow
Roses between their cracks
I keep my energy balanced
To defang darkness
We keep moving
Til I'm lost in midnight but smiling
Perception is just a lie
III. CULLET
I once was a glass fellow
In love with this girl
Who had no faith for my violence
She said to me-
"Your the reason John Lenon was shot!”
I said to her-
"Christ died for his own sins. Not mine!"
Then we drank our tears
Pulling the mind
Fart's from affection
To make them cloud-nine
To grow smiles when the misery parts
Below and beside her short comings
I become demon to drain affliction
Taking time to gather grins for her lament
With dawn at the heels
Face buried deep inside a heart asphyxiation
I can break the mirror into an egg
But can I sweep it to the back of my head?
To become one with her as my reflection sleeps
In the warmth of absolution
When " I " awake,
" I " am born.
Speaking with the fearful man's infant voice
In the black of every infant's
mind-forged puritanical-
“Perception was just a lie”
Benjamin Black-Odinma
Dear Jesus,
Your starry eyes
Have chased our cave thoughts into the busy street
But we've burned all the history books
And listen to the prophets say-
"I want to be destroyed with you"
And now that the dark has no teeth anymore
We run to it in our dreams where
Where we do coke off weiji boards
And imitate ghosts
"Ed Gein is my idol"
But Apollo's under my floorboards
What should I do with him now?
Now that we know
There's everlasting rest within The Big Secret
But tell me
What has perception taught you?
Every night we kill ourselves
To bring a corpse to life
In post-mortem toxic incite
Perception was just a lie
II. PATH TO EDEN
Pooling twist of ivory on my decay
We walk
In search of beer and
Columbine trouble
Breaking walls
To search the rubble
Passing Plato and Kant at the liquor store
We keep walking
Til I join the moonlight
I walk with vital breathe
Watching stones grow
Roses between their cracks
I keep my energy balanced
To defang darkness
We keep moving
Til I'm lost in midnight but smiling
Perception is just a lie
III. CULLET
I once was a glass fellow
In love with this girl
Who had no faith for my violence
She said to me-
"Your the reason John Lenon was shot!”
I said to her-
"Christ died for his own sins. Not mine!"
Then we drank our tears
Pulling the mind
Fart's from affection
To make them cloud-nine
To grow smiles when the misery parts
Below and beside her short comings
I become demon to drain affliction
Taking time to gather grins for her lament
With dawn at the heels
Face buried deep inside a heart asphyxiation
I can break the mirror into an egg
But can I sweep it to the back of my head?
To become one with her as my reflection sleeps
In the warmth of absolution
When " I " awake,
" I " am born.
Speaking with the fearful man's infant voice
In the black of every infant's
mind-forged puritanical-
“Perception was just a lie”
Benjamin Black-Odinma
ENSO: Pinnochio's Theme
ENSO: PINNOCIO’S THEME
He came in with the issuing storm
A little boy lost in the lonely field
Of Dreams
Led on by the Wiseman's talking light
Apostle's love dripping, the boy
Maybe a Man, sees me and
I know
I had crushed his bones under
The weight with my years
Until he stripped his wings
And sat beside me. Fronting
A fireplace to say;
“The winter
Is dead. And the night was a cold come hither;
I have kissed Summer Winds since before the world began
But my youth still has yet to wither
Am I his broken temptation?
Each day becomes more difficult to know that
I’ve rejected the open door in
Nature’s lap,
Not to be confused with creation”
I laugh from the shadows
And betrayed the wooden boy’s wrestle
To the watchful eye of millions. This
Is magnificence!
I say, this is to perfect your encore, uh…a metaphor
Let this be a testament to your resilience!
Benjamin Black-Odinma
He came in with the issuing storm
A little boy lost in the lonely field
Of Dreams
Led on by the Wiseman's talking light
Apostle's love dripping, the boy
Maybe a Man, sees me and
I know
I had crushed his bones under
The weight with my years
Until he stripped his wings
And sat beside me. Fronting
A fireplace to say;
“The winter
Is dead. And the night was a cold come hither;
I have kissed Summer Winds since before the world began
But my youth still has yet to wither
Am I his broken temptation?
Each day becomes more difficult to know that
I’ve rejected the open door in
Nature’s lap,
Not to be confused with creation”
I laugh from the shadows
And betrayed the wooden boy’s wrestle
To the watchful eye of millions. This
Is magnificence!
I say, this is to perfect your encore, uh…a metaphor
Let this be a testament to your resilience!
Benjamin Black-Odinma
Admission towards disappearance
I.
I watched her rise from a pile of rubble
With wings made of cardboard
Feathers formed from iron and steal
Marred by sullen screws
Remissed
A clunky bird-child excuse for creation
Though something beautiful...
"Where are you going?" I asked
"I can live in trees now..." she said
Grim smile in-tacked
Then I watched her fly upon a delicate branch
A small bird
No bigger than a pebble
Thrown into that vast ocean of sky
But deceitfully heavy there.
As if a man had fallen upon her
Twigs cracked
And maimed bark
The unforgiving tree saw her disappear
Into the cold vastness
Of its erection
II.
She spilled out of the air
From a bowl-full of ASHES
A wing-headed girl
Shaking her feathers with rashness
One eye winking at madness
Singing in the heavy fog of a smarting accent
A song she claimed her mother gave her
Raised to falsetto
With a hint of sadness
Her wings clutched the air like rough hands
And climbed the sky
Toward its peak to stand
"Where are you going?" I asked
"Oh god it’s wonderful to get out!" she said with grin
"And drink too much!"
"And smoke too much!"
"And to love so many goddamn men!"
III.
In her cage
Discovered I
Smokey men with names unrehearsed
In a room full of
A varnished dull black
Labeled " Chimera "
It started with all...
"Someone play the blues"
Vision my tunnel but
Of bare bone skeletal skin wings
Her
Poking swollen stomach
Her
Lion head beneath
Inside tiny eyes
Key on my
Unlock to her open door
Kneel I then and said she
"Nobody warned me about attractive women. Do you think I'm ugly?"
"In a sense no one's beautiful" I said and there,
I Left her
Benjamin Black-Odinma
I watched her rise from a pile of rubble
With wings made of cardboard
Feathers formed from iron and steal
Marred by sullen screws
Remissed
A clunky bird-child excuse for creation
Though something beautiful...
"Where are you going?" I asked
"I can live in trees now..." she said
Grim smile in-tacked
Then I watched her fly upon a delicate branch
A small bird
No bigger than a pebble
Thrown into that vast ocean of sky
But deceitfully heavy there.
As if a man had fallen upon her
Twigs cracked
And maimed bark
The unforgiving tree saw her disappear
Into the cold vastness
Of its erection
II.
She spilled out of the air
From a bowl-full of ASHES
A wing-headed girl
Shaking her feathers with rashness
One eye winking at madness
Singing in the heavy fog of a smarting accent
A song she claimed her mother gave her
Raised to falsetto
With a hint of sadness
Her wings clutched the air like rough hands
And climbed the sky
Toward its peak to stand
"Where are you going?" I asked
"Oh god it’s wonderful to get out!" she said with grin
"And drink too much!"
"And smoke too much!"
"And to love so many goddamn men!"
III.
In her cage
Discovered I
Smokey men with names unrehearsed
In a room full of
A varnished dull black
Labeled " Chimera "
It started with all...
"Someone play the blues"
Vision my tunnel but
Of bare bone skeletal skin wings
Her
Poking swollen stomach
Her
Lion head beneath
Inside tiny eyes
Key on my
Unlock to her open door
Kneel I then and said she
"Nobody warned me about attractive women. Do you think I'm ugly?"
"In a sense no one's beautiful" I said and there,
I Left her
Benjamin Black-Odinma
Metonym
My hands speak
With mouth power
So your mouth
Will open my eyes onto new chapters
Human power
Opens life
Opens nature
Opens violence
There is always hostility
In the open-
Mind
Open heart
Open hands to fight
Good intentions: My invention of sincerity
Invisible to everyone or just you?
I is simply you
Without tears
Without fears
I am I
Simply Soul-pennyless sun
Of english teacher
So vigorous without
" I "
The human power
Within your black thought
Benjamin Black-Odinma
With mouth power
So your mouth
Will open my eyes onto new chapters
Human power
Opens life
Opens nature
Opens violence
There is always hostility
In the open-
Mind
Open heart
Open hands to fight
Good intentions: My invention of sincerity
Invisible to everyone or just you?
I is simply you
Without tears
Without fears
I am I
Simply Soul-pennyless sun
Of english teacher
So vigorous without
" I "
The human power
Within your black thought
Benjamin Black-Odinma
Mother's day
Motherless leads to Otherness leads to
A Requiem Invocation-
“I is more than Son
Maybe what’s keeping her
Sane
A version with a better name
Crushing little girls in
Velvet”
Benjamin Black-Odinma
A Requiem Invocation-
“I is more than Son
Maybe what’s keeping her
Sane
A version with a better name
Crushing little girls in
Velvet”
Benjamin Black-Odinma
Vending Machines
That poet you had beaten
To a pulp and stolen
By KGB
Became a clean Nobel Laureate
Under house arrest
In China
Becomes a word you starve to death
I guess it's hard to decide
What you want when you
have so many choices.
Benjamin Black-Odinma
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