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.
Christ
Jesus
Our Savior
Has come
Down to the earth
And humbled
Became a human
For sinners’ sake
Only a little child
He became so small
He...
Free
So great
Is the life
Able to roam
Wherever you want
Joy beyond all measure
Loosed from the chains that bind you
Open to do what e’er...
Try all you want to
Have lots of fun doing it
Everyone loses
Gloat if you do win
All of us know you cannot
Many have tried, all fail...
Waiting in a room
Full of awkward silence.
Feeling like you’re in a tomb:
The air so thick and dense.
Waiting for your turn
For something...
Another year has gone, I
Had thought it only started.
Everything is whirling by;
So fast it has departed.
When did time begin to speed
Up...