Benjamin Arthur Robinson - Author
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Never going home

I am never going home, I am never going home, never going to roam, never going to roam where my heart used to call home, and rarely will I think of it again, for it is a blank to me mostly, after the death of so many friends, and I am never going home, never […]

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Never as much

Meteorites and asteroids, for what are they employed, are they designed by God, to have any particular destination in mind, because they fly seemingly aimlessly across the sky, and they seem to be going somewhere, somewhere that they have no clue of, and where they are going, I do not know, and I do not […]

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Never again

Never again in the eyes of humanity, never again, for we all wish for its end, we all wish for war, we all wish for war to never happen again, but in our idealism what is the realism, and what is the reality my friend, because we all want peace, but some of us seem […]

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Neon lit

Neon lit, popping pills, taking hits, drinking alcohol, whilst others lay in pools of sweat upon the floor, and have fits, and the dancers, they dance upon the stage, and shoot those who try it on, and those who are stupid, or far too drunk they are blown to bits, but no one says anything, […]

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Near midnight

Near midnight, I put out the candle, and look out into the night. I gaze at the stars, and at the moon, and wonder with delight. And I think, what an incredible feeling it would be to travel so high, for what gloriousness has nature created, that we have not seen with our eyes, and […]

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Myriad

Where the clouds do float in their myriad of ways, and we wonder, what of their destination, and the reformation of their gentle play, for upon the Earth where do they sometimes fall and lay, back up to the sky, and into the blue and the grey, aloft in their wilderness, and with the freedom […]

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My heart it beats

My heart it beats as if a butterfly. My heart it beats, it beats for you, and I smile no matter under what kind of sky, no matter under what kind of sky, my heart it beats for you and oh, how I fly, oh, how I fly, because you lift me up as if […]

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My glorious star

My glorious star, my star in the heavens, my glorious star, I look at you, I look at you, and I ponder you from afar, and I wonder you, I wonder you, and all that you do, and I am inspired by the light that comes from you, for how incredible it is that it […]

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Mutated food

In Futura, a high rise, a high rise painted, as black as the night, a high rise with many blocked up windows, and strange people inside, and in one apartment a man, who lives with his mother, a man who lives with his mother, even though she's died, a man, a man who feeds her […]

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Music

Music, beats, lights, and sweat, and dancing all over the place on a night never to forget, a night with a smile on your face, and drunk and with your eyes glazed, looking happy but tired, and probably by the end of the night like death. Music, beats, lights, and sweat. Kamikaze arms all over […]

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