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| A Poet and His Poetry I am a poor father, newly making known my children for God only knows where I have been and a child, sweet or sour, should never have such time in a world where caring is a death inspiring crime So I seek for my young a place out in the sun where all they may ever know is fun and the knowing of their ignorance of the world so cruel So just like always let's let the children play the fool. By: Ben Hammond Christen I wait to hear from you almost everyday and I know it's strange since we are so far away but I'm glad to know you as I do, I'm very proud to say I think your friends are lucky, seeing you as they do if I'd see an angel close, I'd be in heaven too. I guess I think you're special just for being you By: Ben Hammond Laugh I saw you laugh the other day, and what I felt I can't quite say. But if you laughed all the time, My life would be so sublime. By: Ben Hammond Cheshire Cat Said the Cat to the Girl with a grin I'm here to plague the world of men with my wide and feral grin And to the grinning Cat the Girl said with a seriousness rather dead You see I'm the wiser here evil doers grin not so grand but sneer With a laugh the Cat replied many a man by a grin has died for a grin can hide greater malice then a sneer my dear sweet Alice Alice countered with Tell I can my worldly dear but just beyond the grin and past the sneer there is a deeper meaning there in behind the door in the chamber of the heart lies the truth to be had casual words are only a start Here the cat curtly smiled A start you say? Well the word can be more cruel than the sword for the sword can be used by a fool but a word cuts to the soul where the sword just leaves a hole so a grin can be more deadly than a sneer for a grin doth inspire fear Alice sat and thought a while and then she too began to smile I seem to recall a sinister wolf who found his end, in taking granted a meek little girl with locks like mine how to be sure she's not slipping poison in the wine The Cat laughed his pure delight for never had he had a better sight Yes but a smile the wolf never had for on a wolf a smile looks so bad nor a sneer upon his face as she put him in his place but a gurgle as he fell I think we both know this story rather well... By: Ben Hammond and Kristian Crow The End of Never What if I've settled? what then? Would you hate me for this sin? I have lived for an impossible dream Who's to say this is what it seems? What if this is the truest love touching everything with a white glove hiding what I need and saying what you want covering up this soul so dead and gaunt I say I love you but is it what I mean? cluttering my conscience that's so far from clean And what if I break your heart, just for spite or what if that maybe turns into a might? I wonder if I would spend my only life with this miss? No, I don't think love is like this... So I break your heart instead of mine to see if I can find the soul shine of my kindred spirit lost but not forever and I will not stop until the end of never. by: Ben Hammond Mirror Soul You understand and yet you know nothing to be so blind and see all must be bliss For you dance in your own little house of mirrors and you think you see what you miss Watch the windows that let you see the horrid wretch you have become I speak not of the mirrors in which you gaze but the eyes that tell of a soul frozen numb Please beware of the twists and turns of this hell in which you see yourself true I'll bet it doesn't feel so grand when being fooled by the villanous you. The way out isn't as easy as the way in as you have now puzzled out and as you try so hard to leave perhaps then you will know what it's all about It's not the hall of eternal mirrors with it's demented turns and tortuos deception that makes it the hell you see with your eyes dimly bright but just another way to test your perception of your soul frozen stiff in it's prison of weary stone by: Ben Hammond The Fragile Word Promise is a fragile word for a promise is like glass spoken strongly yet delicately heard yes promise is so hard to pass Promise, the weakest of them all is the most revered in it's feeble strength and a promise is so easy to recall for a promise is great at length by: Ben Hammond |
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