Written By: name - Benny Mayo
email - ModelPaint@yahoo.com
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Hmmm…
A well structured poem,
Must come,
From the heart.
But sometimes I feel,
Unreal,
Like I’m dead.

Now not that I wish,
Me this,
However…

But this is way to small here to convey,
These wierded-out things I want to say.
I have pondered deep in my twisted mind,
Searching, Searching, just trying to find,
What life is about!
It seems to me that to go deep within,
Within my mind so full of my sin,
That I’m trying lying flying to hide,
Everything that disturbs me inside.
I want to know!
I want to know why I feel blasphemous,
Trying to understand why God does?
I want to know why it is so damn’bly
Diff’cult to try to understand me.
Why, why am I?
Why can’t answers be something plain to see?
Why must I work so hard to find me?
Why is it so easy to go like this,
And so difficult a path to an abyss,
Where I end up?

What all this means
Is that I’ve tried to find,
Who, what when where,
Is all this in my mind?

I feel bad for,
My conclusions so poor
Beggarly so,
They’re so wrong I just know.
Why can’t I stop
My bitching and find out
What life is really about?

Composed XXX-VIII-MMIII
By Benjamin Radburn Mayo,
Though he does owe a lot of above poem to the voices
in his head ;) He wishes you peace and love, hopefully
far more than he has.