Poems from schnoseb
Benjamin P.S. is a being of immense integrity, habitually semi-boisterous, sans ostentatiousness, and sibling to seven. He is skilled in the art of art, melodic and harmonious in music. Seldom garrulous; it is somewhat a rarity for this bizarre being to be heard uttering anything auxiliary a grunt. This individual has a great extent of outlandish schemes being administrated in his psyche; but you only see the translucent structure, you encompass a diminutive amount of his true form- only some is illuminated within your perception.
Blackened skies fade to purple
Orange and red, then blue
Life is passing by
And nothing remains true
You’re all that’s there
In a twisting...
The war is done
And we have lost
In our final run
We didn’t have what it cost
Our hope is gone
As is our life
The coming dawn
Leaves only...
The time is very dreary,
Dark and full of gloom.
The people less than cheery,
It’s time to go.
Many of us leave
To our impending doom...
Recycle, reuse, and reduce
The things you use every day.
Here I will begin to deduce
The reason for that which I say:
You should recycle...
If you read this
You’ll have strife:
You just wasted
5 seconds of your life!