See if you can find the rhythm. It might help to read out loud. I rarely read my stuff out loud, but I'll admit that this is one of the few that I enjoy to read and hear.
Years and weeks and days,
And time is just as still,
As rooms and rivers without love,
and something underneath it all
continues still to rise,
and right above this normal plane,
are fields of flowing laughter,
And we're just tryin' to get that high,
for something isn't right,
We get so high when we feel low,
and though it isn't real,
we're wrapped up in the feeling,
cause it's all we'll really know,
When we can see the stars,
but just as white polka-dot ceilings,
it's just that freedoms hard,
and when then it is put to thought,
we get the more uneasy
at the thought of being free,
our feet don't look as sturdy
when we take off into flight,
so look to left and right
and make a life of horizontals,
connect point A to B or C,
don't worry 'bout the depth,
cause once you start to rise
you see the houses get much smaller,
and sweat in clouds and rainbows,
because you can fall so far,
and losing heaven hurts so bad,
but did you ever ponder,
how ugly then
are streets of gold?
-BH
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
On to Heaven
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Labels: Ben Holbrook, freedom, heaven, Poetry, potential
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Hey :)
It's my birthday :)
-Holbrook
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Labels: Ben Holbrook, birthday.
Monday, May 11, 2009
A note on Jimmy
People always told Jimmy
that he would probably be late for his own funeral.
I just don't understand
why they were so surprised
when he actually was...
-BH
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Labels: banksy, Ben Holbrook, death, funeral, Poetry
Thursday, May 7, 2009
What I do at Work...
Sellin' this bullshit,
I'm not excited,
Jesse's sellin' bullshit,
he ain't excited,
Ari's sellin' bullshit,
she ain't excited,
Katlyn's sellin bullshit,
she ain't excited,
Emily's got the day off,
I'd be excited,
I'm writin' shit down,
Jesse's on the internet,
Ari's watchin' videos,
Wonder if we'll all regret,
Wastin' this time here,
Empty money, empty time,
I console myself with pens,
just to keep my soul sublime,
what's with this art man?
Want to make it for the world,
pay me so that I can fly,
to Greensboro to see my girl,
New York is like that,
skinny cats get fat,
feedin' off the people,
when we get cheese, we look like rats,
Mercury risin'
It's good because the winters cold,
Love is still in retrograde,
Souls are still worth less than pearls,
Who built that clock man?
Geez it's tickin' awful fast,
feels like time is speedin' up,
twenty twelve will be a blast,
While we're waitin' for a raise,
waitin' in this endless daze,
waitin' for the end of days,
wadin' in this empty haze,
I'm just a crab guys,
so I'm walkin' sideways...
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Labels: Ben Holbrook, crabs., lame job, Poetry, the bodies exhibition, work
Saturday, May 2, 2009
For the Sake of...
Just bought a big
bottle of Sake.
I want people to think
I'm cool.
I'm gonna drink that sake,
'till I'm drunker than shit.
Then I'm gonna climb the
Empire State
and shout to the world;
"Hey world!
Ain't I cool!?:"
and if they say "no",
I'm gonna jump.
-BH
2-25-09
union square
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Labels: Ben Holbrook, bunny suicides., Cool, Poetry, sake, suicide.
Friday, May 1, 2009
I Have Issues
Why?
Because I've been watching this Video.
How often?
3 times a day
every day
for the past 3 or 4 weeks.
I have a problem.
But I'm not lookin' to give it up
anytime soon.
...Why the hell did I write it like a poem!?!?
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Labels: Ben Holbrook, David Bowie, Jareth, Poetry, Starman, The Dark Crystal.