Benjamin Arthur Robinson - Author
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Tenacious

My friend, you were tenacious, ferocious, elegant and flirtatious, and funny, with a smile so wide, and so beautiful, oh, how I admired you, a most powerful you. You looked for the truth, and you protested against racism, hatred, rape, torture and murder, and there was no day, that you did not fight for, causes […]

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Tell me

Tell me nothing, for I would rather be educated by only me, because there are too many lies in this world, too many lies that the world espouses, and too many lies, and I do not believe anything that anyone tells me anymore, and I am as cynical, as cynical as can be, and I […]

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Telephone on the table

Telephone on the table, vegetables in a bowl, ashes in a vase, someone shuffled off of their mortal coil, a sombre mood in the air, crying everywhere, and broken-hearted tormented souls, a lost loved one, someone no more, departed and decanted, in a different form, as the food cooks, and the cooks they suffer more, […]

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Tears

Tears. Tears in the rain. No more, no more years, no more years to complain. Tears, tears in the rain with an umbrella in hand, and the end of love and an argument, an argument that has left you, without love and short changed. Yes tears, tears in the rain watching the one that you […]

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Tearing up

Tearing up inside, tearing up, with under your chin a yellow buttercup, a yellow buttercup, that you hold in your left hand as you stand on the lawn, amidst the grass where you look forlorn, and you, you begin crying your eyes out before me, a young girl in the summertime, with a love gone […]

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Tear yourself apart

Tear yourself apart, and start again, tear yourself apart, and begin anew, and throw out the old love from your memory, and rejuvenate you, rejuvenate you, and lift yourself up from the ground, and lift yourself up out of the ashes, and pay no mind to old times and to only walking forwards, and do […]

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Tastes

Tastes change, I have to say, tastes change, and now mine seem to change every day, yes, tastes change, and I seem to become more fickle every day, yes, tastes change, and there are more choices thrown before me, in life than I can handle, and I am like a juggler juggling all the time, […]

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Tangled

A photograph in colour, a photograph of me and you, us tangled, tangled up together, us intertwined in our youth, our arms wrapped around each other, us kissing and frozen in time, with smiles and the light in our eyes, sparkling like the sunshine, reflecting of off the water in the summertime, a picture of […]

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Taken up

You're taken up, you're taken up, and I am by the graveside, with a bit of whiskey in me, feeling a little rough. And I hazily see the flowers, I hazily see the flowers by your grave are genuine, and it is a nice touch, because you're taken up, you're taken up, but why, why […]

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Take this heart

I have known you for a while, I have known you and of your humour, and of your intellect and your wit, and it makes me smile, so, take this heart, take this heart of mine and make it yours if you wish, because loneliness is killing me, and loneliness does no one any good, […]

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