Love took a wrong turn at Albuquerque or maybe Albany
Love said build me a home and we will live together and for happily ever after
Love said “Baby, I can’t sleep without you, I’m nothing without you, I would die without you”
Love left her alone to die while he went Bowling… somewhere Green
She had built a house from nothing, it was small but a place to start
She furnished it with Budweiser and books; his favourite soap and dreams
She built it all for the two of them but it was a house of cards, it seems
She lives in a house that has never known his voice and will never know his love
At night she pulls her pillow over her head to muffle the shouting coming down the hall
At noon, she checks her mail to see if Love remembers her name, among all the others
At night she can hear the neighbour girl’s baby daddy being arrested
At dawn she wonders if three floors would only maim her if she jumped
The boy could see all Love’s colour, his hands knew Love’s feel
The man’s brush made Love on blank canvas and he made it real
The girl saw Love and it kissed her soul from two thousand miles away
The woman’s house is now a home, Love came to live with her today
~ kei
28 February 2014
You can find Ben’s work on his website at: Expressions Of My Life – An Evolution Of Art
To have you honor me with your words poetess brings tears to my eyes and a fullness to my heart long since forgotten. A mere thank you seems so small in comparison to the joy you bring me.
Merci beaucoup
Benjamin
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I wanted in some small way to thank you for rekindling a flame that had been callously doused. Your words, your spirit and your gift with brush, colour and emotion take me out of my dark and show me there is hope.
Ever ~ kei xo
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Well your done brilliantly
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❤
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Reblogged this on Expressions of my life – An evolution of art. and commented:
Love and it’s many forms
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Wow! Love this. 😀 Explains everything anyone needs to know about how art “works”. 😀 Thank you. xx
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Thank you so much! This was an impromptu collaboration and the words are meagre compared to how “Love” spoke to me from the first moment I saw it. Ben is an artist in the purest form, he feels his work and those feelings speak to the ears that need to hear them.
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He is kinda special, isn’t he? 😀
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Good people 🙂
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love all this love and love this poem and love this love art.
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I love that you love it! Much appreciate the read, Best ~ kei 🙂
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I love how the artwork and the poetry blend so beautifully 🙂
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Thank you Lolly! Ben’s unique style really speaks to me and his many other admirers.
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a self-indulgent selfish pathetic liar, womanizer.
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Are we talking about the poem Joy? The opening is about one of those types ~ kei
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Sorry I shouldn’t have said that. Please delete it. I apologize.
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No need to apologize. Some writing prompts us to respond. Please feel free to use the “message me” tab, if you need help or resources about this type of person. This is another part of what I try to do on my blog.
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I’m so glad that you got in touch. You validated what my intuition had already told me. I’m completely relieved that I ended the relationship. The red flags were all there. No one doesn’t know how their 20-year marriage ended, though I suspect the spouse took exception to the long time mistress and the endless flaunting of internet flings. I truly hope that you will find healing too. I can say that the “gift” that Peter gave me was to be able to recognize a Narcissist or a lying User and I could see the red flags with the painter the instant he was here. I hope the other women will find their way here. Safety must come before jealousy and insecurity and besides, no one actually wants a loser like that in their life.
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Your writing style works well with the material. Love the way you present it. Moving on always takes more than we realize.
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