There are places in the world
Soaked in constant light
For days, weeks, or months without end:
The Land of the Midnight Sun
A time when sunset is sunrise.
Easily, my beloved, I can relate this back to you
Because when you’re by my side
I’ve never seen the night.
By Benjamin Grossman and Cassa Bassa
Two millennia ago
I would’ve cried
Stony tears
Like the stoics of legends
Today
For the injustices raging
Against shared truth
I scream in silence
Like a fallen knight
There are no more
Heroic battles
On a field of dirt and dust
Where men were once raised
To die for future honor
We hide behind
Neuro electro defenses
Attacking lives
Without sounding
The trumpet
Am I a departed
Clutching the white flag
Crippled by reality
Or my own fatal mind?
(This is part of a collaborative poetic effort between myself and Cassa Bassa. Make sure you check out her blog by visiting Flicker Of Thoughts. She’s one of my favorites to read!)
There are days when you’re just too sweet
There are nights when you’re just so sour
Still I savor your taste when between my teeth
Thank heavens for grapes!
By Sirishty Thakur & Benjamin Grossman
What is love?
I venture for the search,
Hovering above the restrictions,
Masquerading feelings,
Packing the streets and theaters.
In the shadows of the city lights,
The subtle touch of elation,
Tempered by the night’s venom.
A parade of tamers lurking to fragment dreams,
To seek the hook for their puppet master.
There’s always a cage for joyous affairs,
Some subjugation of our bohemian nights.
But I still reach possessively for the moment, as the pendulum strikes.
Eternity vibrant in your eyes,
Unwavering in my faith that love is untamable.
This poem was a collaboration with Sirishty Thakur. Please, do yourself a favor and check out her amazing poetry and photos on her blog: Thought Loop.
© 2021 Sirishty Thakur & Benjamin Grossman
I’m infatuated with the speed at which you spill your ink
Imagine all the ways you guide your pen over a page
Fantasize about how you dot your i’s and cross your t’s
And now I can’t stop thinking of collaborating
Came home and the windows were smashed
The place empty, all my belongings taken
And then you walked in next
And I remembered:
I still had everything
I can’t translate you into a poem
Your radiance is dulled in words
Every night I lie in bed
Thinking of my last poem
It still has no words
But I know it’s about you.
on the days i breathe her in
i never want to breathe out
If I’ve only told you
That you’re beautiful
A million times then
I haven’t told you nearly enough.
The Poetry of Joseph D. Hamilton
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My word is goddess It's not an invitation But a prophecy
Inspired by Folk, Blues, Psychedelic Rock, Krautrock, Electronica, Punk, Industrial, and Noise Rock I make music alone and with friends since 1998.
Photography: Every story has a picture and every picture has a story.
through the darkness there is light
poetry of Stephanie McManus
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We only live once. Hence, let's not stop dreaming
Benjamin Grossman 