December 17, 2009
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Insanity Envy
I think I need to lose my mind
go hunting snipe with play-time friends
get drunk on wine found left behind
and ponder means to selfish endsUngrateful for a wasted life
and cheated of an unearned prize
my scorn was not conceived in strife
but practiced smirks in empty eyesIt was not God I lost that day
he’s never been that hard to find
as love comes so it goes away
I think I need to lose my mind
I’m feeling anti-social as hell, sorry. People are strange…
Comments (5)
: ) hey ben! i was just earlier today wonderin where in heck you were. and what you’ve been doin. i am always feeling antisocial and don’t think we need to apologize for it, hah!
people are indeed strange.
One thing I like about it getting cold and snowing is coming inside to hot chocolate and warm blankets. One thing I hate about it getting cold and snowing is not having anyone around with whom I can sit and drink and talk with. Maybe that is because I’m not much of a talker myself. By the way, I just spent the last 2 hours reading a bunch of Neil Gaiman short stories aloud to my dad. I’m really trying to be nice, I just hope that he considers my efforts next time we get into an argument. I’m sure he thinks the same thing toward me.. *sigh* I’m with you on the anti-social thing today. Whole-heartedly.
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sometimes i am most sure our minds are not really ours to loose but are just on loan like everything else that help us navigate in this great pawn shop called life on earthface nice piece Merry Christmas ))) love beck
Dear Ben,
Love you man. (in a male bonding non gay way)
I was just thinking about you, and behold, serendipity has declared that you have just posted a poem. And I’m not “too late’ cause it was just yesterday!
The profile pic is excellent.
I had to read this twice. It’s almost one of those European structured poems like a pantoum or villanelle or something. (I just recently wrote a sestina) But you just repeat the first line at the end. I can’t give you enough praise for your poetry. So I won’t. I’ll stop right here.
Seriously, though, I miss the hell out of your visits. You’re one of my longtime Xanga friends. NOT a “Xangafriend” but a “Xanga” “Friend”. I think you appreciate the difference.
Dont’ be such a stranger. To mine or your own blog.
Michael F. Nyiri, poet, philosopher, fool
Dear Ben,
Merry Christmas to you.
Michael F. Nyiri, poet, philosopher, fool