I’m Going Alone To Bed With A Few Ghosts Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

ive managed to get myself into a hexameter
life is unpredictable
cadaver who looks at the book not the ink
# the ink really goes places, the valleys
the green field, but if i listen to the wind

any foundation not based on acceptance




is a place of preparation for meeting her
elegant people, people, neat results,
the spirit kingdom of my white feares bed,
soft not hard
intercourse of souls
fraternity
love not hate
ecxtacy of love
union not ailienation
distances unknown
the unknown
the known
the end of the end begining of a new world
music directed by a conductor and hi wand,

where does love go


the brigtness of the stars

the destruction of hate initiates the purge of the bad spirits from the soul, those that adhere to the material forces, and don t serve the swimming swans

our father who are t in heaven

thy will be done remove the bad spirits so that only your joy may reign

and if i have to look at the brim as i drink of his holy cup thats just that i didnt believe the princes

the princess has snot on her nose

she tot exchanged hressesf to the inhabitant of the dark tower

she would have tossed her hankerchief to the wind so the rider of the WHITE horse could see the dAWN
grapes for
OUR GOD THAT ART IN HEAVEN REMOVE THESE DARK SPIRITS THAT ARE AN IMPEDIMENT TO THE GROWTH

LET ME NEVER FORGET THE DARK TRAIL

SO I MAY BASK IN YOU LIGHT

NECESSARI ACTION REMOVES THE SHADDOWS OF THE CURVED ONE

ONLY THE ONES THAT LOVE ME, LOVE MY DEFECTS

LOE THE SHADOWS OF ELISIUM

LOVE THE BALLROOMS

WHERE WE WHERE WASTED

OUR HEARING OF THE EARTHS MOVEMENTS

why, a

THE PATH WAS ROUGH, SMOOTH

THE PINK BLOSSOMS MUST SURVIVE

THE GREEN FIELD

REJOUCE



OH BEES THAT HEAR THE MELODY

WE HAVE BASKED IN SCIENCE

CONSUMED LIGHT

FOLOWED THE BRANCH

TO HER KINGDOM

MELANCOLIA
LOVE

HER BUM

HER BRAIN

HER OASIS UNDER THE SHADE OF THE CHERRY TREE


i know i was her prince.

but it dosen t makeany difference

the bird of paradise has flown

but where

but where am i, and what is the true relative importance

what is just common sense

what allmost get of the ground

what is necesary and not necesary

what is a riot and what is safety


what gets rejected and what is necessary is beautyfull

what is beautyfull, the will of god those meteors that cover the obstscles

the spirit dicerns the space junk,



i was once a child of the sun and now im decimated, fragment of the hear
leading us to eden