Archive for May, 2014

Maybe you were there
With your realer body
Your weightless
Yet weighty body
Your body of bodies

The body of your soul
In which rests
The lips of your lips
The hands of your hands
The heart of your heart

Maybe you were there
In mind
In spirit
In want

I think you were there
Even if you weren’t there
For the soul, the mind, love
Can never be confined by the coffin of time
When there is only an imaginary distance between two hearts

Fruitless Forms

Posted: May 17, 2014 in Poetry
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By Benjamin Grossman and Christopher Rupley

My lips,
opening and closing,
consume,
ruin,
and
free themselves
from fruitless forms

They were once
beautiful in non-power,
unable to consume,
to free,
to ruin,
but that was in the now extinct garden,
before before,
before me,
before you

Silence consumes,
prunes,
tells us to
make room
for the next
dull moment

My right mind
looks for the intelligent moments,
where nothing is chained
or burning,
but my un-right mind
treats time like food,
eats it up until it is
nothing but waste.

(This is part of a collaborative poetic effort between myself and CMRSYK1985: Make sure and check out his blog by visiting The Brown Bag Special.)

A poem partly inspired by my novel The Land Without Footprints: Shadows Amongst Shadows. Thanks, Phen.

By Benjamin Grossman and Christopher Rupley

Barefoot on
bark mulch,
step after step
I wander off slowly
with no place to rest

Confusion leads me
down streets never
walked by human feet
ones that
know my name
better than the
people I meet

When I find another sheep
roaming these forgotten paths,
I’ll tell them to hold on,
this life doesn’t last.

(This is part of a collaborative poetic effort between myself and CMRSYK1985: Make sure and check out his blog by visiting The Brown Bag Special.)

By Benjamin Grossman and Christopher Rupley

A sunless mind
and half-mooned heart
are mine,
I know,
right from the start

It takes time,
to cleanse,
to bleach
the darkest
parts of our bodies’ nights

And the ghosts
in our souls
that callously
take flight
harassing
the invisible goodness
that helps raise
the dying light.

(This is part of a collaborative poetic effort between myself and CMRSYK1985: Make sure and check out his blog by visiting The Brown Bag Special.)

Innate Property

Posted: May 13, 2014 in Poetry
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By Benjamin Grossman and Christopher Rupley

What’s mine
I’ll keep,
my emotions,
thoughts,
fears,
hopes,
and let them
steep,
you’ll see

The smoke from
the tea I’ll brew,
taste the flavor of love
sugared with promises
sweeter than dried truth

And I’ll protect
my innate property,
take the time
to discover my poor soul
and understand my pain

Comes from my richer soul
that I’ve protected
over too many sunsets
and sunrises,
none of which
I was entitled to see in the first place.

(This is part of a collaborative poetic effort between myself and CMRSYK1985: Make sure and check out his blog by visiting The Brown Bag Special.)

Accidental Chances

Posted: May 12, 2014 in Poetry
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Twice upon a time
is not how I want
our story to begin
so don’t try
and reconnect the pieces
of our souls if they
end up like Humpty Dumpties.

Ninety times
out of ten
I love you but
whatever happens
is meant to be
so just make sure
you don’t
screw it up 🙂
for you or
for me.

(This poem is a collaborative effort between myself and Haddyism. Make sure to check out her unique blog Haddyism: Haddy and her Isms.)