walked a little crooked, once or twice.. kicked the cracks of time with broken thoughts.. stood on the hill of dirt that was made by man and fell. the leather jacket kept the stones at bay.. until today

Being Me I’m not sure.. But my mind seems To feel another way of moving This day Fears echo Thoughts deceive Voices I watch as They move from preverbal Lips of mouths only Skin.. Where did the comfort go of just Being me

Don’t leave all that kindness inside you and not share it…is like sugar in coffee sitting at the bottom of the cup…Stir it up! Mitch Bensel

"Don't get caught up in the tornadoes of other people's emotions" Mitch Bensel

take a Band-Aid from your heart lay it gently upon my hopes of tasting your love... rub with warm hands.. my muscles ..that are used to move to you.. no other purpose do they serve for I am the nothing without your something next to me Writings From the Walls of My. Soul V

dangling your participles will not create drama I have a bebe gun and love to edit that hum Writings From the Walls of My Soul Volume V Mitch Bensel

To have the love of a woman Oh .. my Most beautifully amazing That is Strength with love gentle with sassy easy to walk with Away from is sadness with hope all those that have the love of a woman You are blessed .. bowing to all women ..

You say you know You walk with pain in tow You .. know nothing Of .. air doesn't exist In a room crowded with wishes Windows sealed with lies Why do I hear it's rhyme ? once again my heart sighs Goodnight all Patterns know my way of non You say you know ...

No rest for the wicked? Ah yes there is --- Proverbs 4:16 For they sleep not, except they have done mischief; And their sleep is taken away, unless they cause some to fall.

All came together so beautifully, the music, her words and images thank yoi for the honor angelika Delf #poetry

love kind of sneaks up like the bottoms of your slacks..when you are walking through big puddles..::

when you pass out in the middle of a thought and see forever wearing pajamas

New cross already sold

felt I needed a way away inside where silence sings aroma of peace swirling and flying so deep within inside with me Mitch Bensel

People tend to only listen to the wealthy *fact

Prayers please

I see more than can form the words I speak past thoughts I walk upon unknown paths I hear beyond the speed of sorrow I ... evovle into the creation of God I pray ... Mitch Bensel