Words of Benjamin Spriggs

Some reflections, some poetry, mostly words - music, life, love, and living a better life every day.

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fear is jealous of happiness, it reviles joy beats it back in to that dark place where fear is born but like all very good things scattering light only brightens the deepest shadows

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// 14 7.30.2018

frustration is the place i am simultaneously freed from & trapped in, hemming my range of motion to a small square instead of that large, open field

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breath is the steed your will travels on

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// 13 7.15.2018

it's only worth it to promote healthy ideas & not immortalize sick ones, except as vaccines

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// mirrors

how much i trust myself the little society of ego for ego reflects the bigger society, & it reflects me, on & on

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// 12 7.14.2018 - breath

it's all about breath how it gets stored in your body, your mind, your will how it expands from your lungs to today & tomorrow

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i'm thinking about words to say then, but honestly i can't see what poetry might write itself for me

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// just lucky

it's never supposed to be perfect like this not everything is supposed to line up & be this tidy my mind, which i've followed for a good long while is confused by this circumstance that always seems to turn good & rewarding in the end this life of blessing will not be forgotten & ignored, like some comfortable socks this blessing will continue beyond me & as it falls, know that i'm just lucky

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// 11 7.13.2018

what closes my jaw? holds my tongue when words they need saying they need expressing beyond my limits

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my joy

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// 10 7.12.2018

joy is quite fun to chase - make a hobby or a lifetime of it

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an expectation free of expectation the seed of hope along with death disappointment tempered with life life tempered with peace

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there's the little me, scared to write anything scared that ink will spill and mystery give way to just me, myself in my humanity & ability to fail - to this me i must remind with this pen in my hand, that all is done a little a day and that the ink already spilled to reveal your own heart

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// 8 7.3.2018

expecting greatness routinely disappointed when in fact, we see where it springs in daily routine boring details eventually coalescing into divine work

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rage is new & old, it comes in the same form repeatedly to different stimuli

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// 8 6.31.2018

sometimes my jaw locks up from the sheer rage that comes or tries to, out of my mouth like rivers of lava destruction & heat - this is the recipe for an eruption, creativity through unmaking restraint exploding comments held back, & now more powerful & dangerous than ever

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i am free! of words that bind the heart that sings - my cage is just dust, gravel and my voice is eternal