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Rood Bennett

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Belgium
Belgium
Mijn liefde, mijn leven is woorden en familie. Twitter: @MandiBen IG: roodbennett My life is words.
May 30, 2018
 

I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within me where many of those housings that was once me.

I grieve over my babies lost; hit my chest, as those lungs cannot seem to breathe. Pijn unlike any before, finding forth your worth to those who profess, love you best! I am their chore and nothing can I possibly say to sway, this is what it's all about.

Somehow and some days, he just lived to be a bane. Many months are now past, but the wounds still the drain of ruby  drink. Anguish at your timeline and disdains, I am left in my fountain of crimson and a cage.

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May 28, 2018
Poperinge, Belgium

I cannot breathe as choking sobs squeeze my frame. My calm is robbed by the stoking of inflammatory memories. I can only see the image of, to embalm these mental documentaries. Distance my insane. Distance my heart. There has to be cloaking in order for semblance of adapting. To stop the floods, I must disconnect from the upstart.

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May 28, 2018
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Tears upon tears ran like rivers down stream; upon her cheeks. Could she hear more pijn that seemed to reek of jealousy en weak defense against manipulating shrieks. 🌧️🌧️🌧️🌧️🙍🌧️🌧️🌧️🌧️

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May 28, 2018
Poperinge, Belgium

Overflowing like a river flood. Emotion drags me through the blood. How ignorant must I be,
to be dragged through mud?

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May 9, 2018
 

The Rat Race?

There is a race in life; who can get to the top, who has that might?
The many of us look around in fright!
For who are we of course we know who are they!
They are the wolves, we the prey.
Words and actions are obeyed or there be hell to pay!
So as to keep a storm from brewing long; we  mutter and utter those words to play along.
Those above in power shall always say; this is good, do it my way.
Fear and pijn keep masses and self in silent complience.
Rain of anger and woe to thee! Woe to those who speak against hypocrisy!
Humanity cannot seem to understand, while that one ahead has more bread...we all bleed red.

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May 1, 2018
Poperinge, Belgium

The first glance
and there was a twist
in my soul that
felt almost amiss,
the feeling of,
what is this?
A look as passed
by which did
always a glimpse did cast,
Heart did beat too fast
as words of jest did flow
and times often did go,
under stars did speak,
often moments I was weak,
perhaps a game did play
or one would call
sister for me.
Moments gone
as emotions go
All for naught
and things did slow.
The times do speak
for lies made meek,
Nothing meant
as feelings let go.
Passionate heat
that coupled in me,
It was faught
and feelings shed
only to forget
what it is that meant,
Only to wish
but that is foolishness,
a heart goes hiding
to continue sliding
away from pain
that festers ins...

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April 29, 2018
Poperinge, Belgium

I write this to me. I allowed my mind to wander, far and wide, but reality was not key! Foolhardy and dumb most likely, how many times must oneself get burned before I completely understand and forget the games of childish whims? Why must I torture myself with; will or will not? I had become, with skill , just another automaton. Utterances and phrase are verbal presents from afar, it may seem real but in all it's just allegorical.

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YOUR OWN WORST ENEMY
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April 28, 2018
 

Now it should be back to the way it started; you were another I introduced myself. What a ridiculous game to hijack the heart. I became immune to back and forth, payback at times! Lies service no one, least some who speak eloquently but still words are fake. no reason. no emotion.

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FORGOTTEN
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April 27, 2018
Poperinge, Belgium

Bridge between psyches it stands on pillars of trust! It commands united self, whilst it creates a path to reach another soul. The eye has dust and this heart beats trust, console but still always tears. Love is the most beautiful lie of all, painful retreats within, for some to cover the sin. Speak with elegance; as well as fact,  giving the greatest advantage of speaking exact. A burden of untruths will nary an issue raised.

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RECOLLECTION
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April 26, 2018
Poperinge, Belgium

I was born to make mistakes, and whatever I do, good or bad, people will always have something negative to say and when we judge someone else, it doesn’t define who they are, it defines who we are. I pray that I will have earned the right to have, all my lessons learned.

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LET FAITH BE BIGGER
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April 26, 2018
 

Remember! A pretty face does not mean a pretty heart. A heart in turn makes ordinary; extraordinary, and beautiful the skin you meet.

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ART IN MYSTERY
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April 26, 2018
 

I see you slumber deep, I know you dream of me. My name passes your lips in your  visionary world; passion does eclipse, our minds. Unification of body is spiritual conjugation. Melding has brought to one, so destined is whole by reunited souls.

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DREAM
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April 25, 2018
 

I am strong because I have endured weaknesses. I am alive because I am a fighter; my battles longer, but my load no lighter!

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April 22, 2018
Poperinge, Belgium

Wrapped up in only each other,
whispered words like thunder
passion's place is upon
lips of lovers embrace.
Slick with a burning fire
steamy words of our desire.

                      💕♥️💗

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April 21, 2018
 

Kissing is like drinking salted water: you drink and your thirst increases. Silk brushes against another softest of sin and your heart beats harder. Running fingers through long luxuriant locks: through your fingertips does move as soft as satin and smooth as velvety weight. Love does haunt as heavy breathing mingle: you extoll passion as  kissing to soothe, aching for souls unite alas belong.

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April 21, 2018
 

Sometimes it’s not the people who change, it’s the mask that falls off.

The underneath is filthy and did bask in hellish intent.

This is a "friend" with malcontent who slips that knife inside.

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BETRAYED
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March 5, 2018
 

PEACE n TIME

I walked a path that led me far away. It took me back close to a homeland that I had barely stayed. I had fallen and staggered over and over; the reason for my haggard display, That is what happens when you crawl from your grave.

Others refer to that pit as rock bottom. I recall it was hell in life and I felt the burn as the gawk of passersby and family alike. To be the talk of idle squawk was their version of a good time!

I left that place in complete disgrace; innocent of much and damned for more. There is no such person known for perfection, yet somehow this virtue was expected without exception! That evil and wicked place that hell upon this earth.

Thoughts to return n...

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March 3, 2018
 

BEAUTIFUL

Beautiful this elusive concept; is it divine?
Often a shrine built to dieties the sublime,
what is the worship about?
Perfekt skin, perfekt smile, perfekt eyes?
All these things will be gone after awhile!
Beautiful girl whose every move is grace,
truth is every time it is a debase, she talks!
What is the truth in beautiful actually?
Is it possible that it is time taken to know
the light and soul behind the eyes of one?
A smile that can seemingly set you walking on a cloud so high!
How is that to mystify so well with just a twist of of lips?
Beautiful is more than skin deep!
It takes another to investigate,
and willingness to invest more valuable than money!
What returns one gets to...

BELGIQUE BELGIE
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March 1, 2018
Poperinge, Belgium

WHITE STEED

It was not my first brush with a figure, in hooded cloak

deathly pale and a wave of its arm, those around sound alarm.

This was as if an old friend come to bid me a, how do you do this time around?

Pale creatures speak to me like those of upon a normal street.

As before and I am certain again that in some cases a ride upon a  white steed would ease.

Alas, I have to decline yet again to my hooded friend.

He reminds me that no one escapes the ride in the end.

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February 28, 2018
 

WORDS: LIVE

Better to live one year as a tiger, than a hundred as a sheep.    I shed my wool!

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February 23, 2018
Poperinge, Belgium

DREAM KEEP

To weep as night passes again with no sleep at hand. What must one do to reach the keep of dreams deep?

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LETTRS BLACK AND WHITE
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February 23, 2018
Poperinge, Belgium

WITHIN

A horror defined,
nothing subtle to run from.
To sleep, change and unconfined.

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February 18, 2018
 

FROZEN

Crystals gleam in sunlight from fingertips as in the twilight.
Bitterness rages the land of man
Dante's inner circle cages Judas.
Frozen deep within a chasm,
once a haven as if warmth of bosom
Phantasm now do dwell frigid breath
remind men of how blind mortal kind
Rooted they are
Rooted they were
Rare in deed can one unthaw,
Allow the vessel to displace,
Embrace no fog of breathing
No limbs freezing
Lay down foundations.
No thirty pieces of silver
Anticipations of glowing, growing warm.

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TO THE LIGHT
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February 2, 2018
Poperinge, Belgium

SHADOW HOUNDS PART 1

There needs to be an explanation about these beasts we are fighting, I now knew the story which I shared with my generals.

"Before the Shouten called themselves Shouten, they were called the Cherra. Not much has changed in the clan system but about twenty thousand years ago a population explosion occurred for the biggest clan; tr'Awnhi. They also produce the royalty. When then population blew up there were some who just wished to feed on humans, that King pointed out that they would need to keep a food source going. Humans did not make good stock animals. A group of tr'Awnhi Cherra were tasked to find beasts that had the tastiest blood. What they found were the Steppe...

WOLF
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February 1, 2018
Poperinge, Belgium

Where I've Been

As I lay me down to sleep
fear is as always in my keep
Almost two months have passed
since the doctors expressed doubt
Normal routine things had gone wrong
never at the same time and never survived.
Many surgeries before, I had an oncologist
who made a list of what he removed,
appendix was on his list of things done.
Come to find out his list was closer to
fabricated than actual truths.
Obstruction and appendix that had burst
and frankly, that wasn't even the worst!
When they said Sepsis, my mind imploded,
blood poisoning is what stole my mother.

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