Ben Shiftys First Run

The Trim

The Trim

I culled you out because you looked strong
please do not go forth and prove my system wrong
I want to use you
Bend you
Shape you
You will be scarred
You will be tweaked
The change, swift
Leaving no trace
You are not mine
But we are connected just the same
As i am the master-you are the game
Finished product
Looks so unreal
We did it all
Without having to beg, borrow or steal

Jimbo
11-09-05

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The Transitional Phase

The Transitional Phase

Lost in imagination
I drift across this land
Ignoring my needs
For as long as i can
Breech the inner passage
Hold onto the night
I sense my minds core
And something isn't right
What was my last real thought?
When did it fade away?
Why are my memories failing?
Where is the light that shows the way?
Starting to go unconscious
Need to stay awake
Do not understand my own
Thought processes
What is solid?
What is fake?
Incredibly numb
And just as relaxed
My threshold for life
Is all but maxed
Loosing all
So hard pressed
Coherent
Barely
Dying
I guess
I am no longer an entity
My soul has headed back
All around me silence
Flat line
Black

Jimbo
10-25-05
8am

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About My Mom

About My Mom

what will you do when there is no one
left to tell whats wrong or whats right?
what will you do when there is no one
left within your sight?
what will happen when no one
cares what you say?
how many faces
can you wear in one day?
misery and dismal scenes
make up what your about
the line was crossed
I shut you down
now your longevity
is in certain doubt
my tolerance for your shit
has about reached its end
the wounds left in your wake
can never mend
Ive lost all respect for you
gimme a break
(I am threw!)

Jimbo
10-02-05

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(if you know her you understand, if you don't be glad)

The Inward Feeling

The Inward Feeling

inwardly thinking
how strange it must be
time seems to stand still
yet moves just the same
awkwardly feeling
i don't seem to mind
my life has changed
at some point gotten lame
disastrous outcome
disassembly of thought
i wade threw metaphors
then tend to pick them apart
reasons are relative
eggshells are dropped
i walk across them
trying not to piss people off
mix up the potion
drink it down in relief
pull out the razor
cut myself to breathe
as i wonder threw my pity
with not a word to say
my ideas are morbid
for tomorrow and today
the voices tell me so much
ideas and visions better left unknown
bent and twisted half-truths
that chill me to the bone
with a sudden flip of the switch
they turn on the light
despondent and gruesome
thoughts i have to fight
the voices are my conflict
they are looking for release
death or sanity's end
are the ends that can make them cease

jimbo
10-01-05

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A Real Occurrence

"A Real Occurrence"

i was with my buddy
and his beautiful wife
driving to Tulsa
drinking some beers
oh, what a life
drank some more brews
and ate some grub
got right with the world
then entered the club
C.O.C. was playing
i was getting lit
peeled off my shirt
and jumped in the pit
exhausted and sweaty
by the time it was done
moshing that night
was so much fun
i got into the car
with my cramps
and my pain
watching the windshield
as it got pelted with rain
in the backseat
is where i laid
it didn't take long
as i started to fade
i woke up surprised
as it was storming quite strong
my decision to leave
my trucks' windows down
proved to be wrong
we got to his breezeway
drenched to the bone
was hoping the rain
would die down
before the drive home
some moth-like motion
caught my sight
it was in the corner of the ceiling
in very little light
i walked over and caught it
with hands gentle and soft
to our amazement
it was not a big moth
in my open hands
its emerald wings
were outstretched
we all couldn't believe
this was a humming bird
i had fetched
it sat in my hands
tired from flight
it had been trapped there
all threw the night
i took it from that place
held it under the eve
with a million flaps of its wings
it then took its leave

Jimbo
7-1-05

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