Benjamin Arthur Robinson - Author
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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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Muse

The dog in the park across the street it barks, and ever noisy and boisterous it is, and the dog, oh, how it runs endlessly backwards and forwards, chasing sticks, as outside my window the drunk outside prowls, prowls and leers at everyone as if an intoxicated owl, and oh, how the wind it howls, […]

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Murky skies

Murky skies, raindrops before my eyes, yawns and sighs, a dismal grey, apathy settling in my mind, the normal kind, on this kind of day, in the wintertime, not what I want to see but something that I cannot erase, as God he plays with the most miserable colour, and paints it across the sky, […]

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Multiple

Multiple lives, multiple times. Multiple things that float through your mind, because the world is a stage and you try to play yourself, and you are as a human being, trying to accommodate people, and placate people so many times, and when all you want to be is you, and when all you want to […]

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Moving beyond

Moving beyond your love, moving beyond its memories. Moving beyond the heartache and the pain, is never as easy as it could be, because moving beyond it takes time, yes, it takes time, and how much time it takes to erase the pain, and it will always be anathema to me, because love is so […]

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Moving along

We are moving along, past a man on a bicycle with chickens in a basket, and a hat on, as we weave in and out of the traffic, in Vietnam, with the rock and roll on, and we head for Hanoi, whilst imagining the hell of the Vietnam war, and the falling bombs, yes, we […]

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Movement

Movement in the window up above, a shadow of two people, arguing and gesticulating violently, oh, the slings and the arrows of misfortune, that plays upon the heartstrings, when the devil comes to play with love, oh, what a commotion up above, what a commotion through the partly open window, as two lovers argue backwards […]

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Mountains

I struggle hard, and climb the mountains to see the valleys below. I breathe the fresh air, and I sit upon a rock, and I wonder at the world in its simplicity, so far away from civilization, and in tranquillity, and there, upon the top, I am truly free, and it is the only life […]

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Moth

Moth against the windowpane, moth against the windowpane, you keep banging against the window, wanting the light, the light upon which, you will probably burn yourself to death, are you insane, are you insane, moth, moth against the windowpane, you keep banging against it, again and again, wanting to come in, but trust me, you […]

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Morning

Morning, morning in the light, newspaper and coffee upon the table, sun shining bright, sugar in a bowl, sweet, as amongst the flowers there are honeybees in flight. Morning, morning in the light, in the garden of delights, sat on the patio amidst the glorious flowers, sat in wonder looking at the beauty of the […]

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