Benjamin Arthur Robinson - Author
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The truth of love

The truth of love, what is love, what is love but a complex thing, that flows from the greatest of heights to the lowest of lows, suddenly there, and suddenly nowhere, and suddenly somewhere in between. Yes, the truth of love, sometimes glorious, sometimes mean, and ever changing so rapidly, ever changing from the blackest […]

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The time

The time is ticking, the clock is tocking, and I, I am watching, I am watching, wishing time to speed up, wishing time to go faster than before, and the time is ticking, the clock is tocking, and I, I am watching, I am watching the hands go around, and how slowly they seem to […]

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The stars

The stars, the sky, and you and I, we while the time away with barely a sigh, for in the company of just you and me, so, the world turns, and what will be will be, for in happiness, we hold each other and smile, and laugh, and as the clouds under the stars do […]

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The society of you

The society, the society of you, you keep yourself, you keep yourself to yourself, you really do, in the society of you, for you will not let anyone through, through your high walls into the society of you, for you are a lonely you, but you do not care, because no one else's opinions matter […]

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The roar

The roar, the roar, the pounding of the waves upon the shore. The rise, the fall, the white horses so beautiful at the top of the waves, both large and small, and the roar, the roar as the waves crash down, upon the sand and the shore, oh, I hope they do, forevermore, because how […]

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The rapes of mankind

The rapes of mankind what sick evil villinerary is this, that inflicts so much damage and ravages the body, the heart and the mind, and how could anyone be so cruel, and how could anyone be so depraved, and how could anyone do such a despicable thing, with no conscience at all, repeating it over […]

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The rain

The rain runs down the window, down the windowpane, the rain, yes, the tears of billions, the tears of billions from years of pain, rain mixed with joy, and happiness never forgotten, of which some keep to themselves in quiet refrain, and oh, what a wonder it is, the water of life, and the emotions […]

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The pictures in the gallery

The pictures in the gallery, you will not understand them all, and though long may you ponder, at what they mean, and though the time may pass, in the house of the living and the dead, and amongst the artists one and all, so sublime is the skill that they have and have had, now, […]

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The path

The path, the lonely path, walking quietly upon it with an empty heart, as the birds do sing, and the breeze whistles through the leaves, how uncertain the footsteps are after a broken heart, and how fractured the mind it is, and filled with such bitterness and such darkness, yes, how dark it is with […]

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The order of life

In the order of life, such chaos permeates the air, and with no rhyme or reason why, except the false realities created by humanity, with which we cage ourselves in, and hinder progress and advance nowhere, the order of life it is far too complex, and if we simplified things, how much finer would life […]

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