An ongoing collection of the writings of Nick Benson.

 
This is an old one I posted on Mike's blog in December, 2004:

Broken

A life is broken, a heart torn,
Tears of sorrow as this soul mourns.
Something lost as pieces break.
Confusion in all, no sense to make.
How long to live, to endure, to die?
How long can I continue to cry?

It all seems bleak and bleaker still,
To strive, to succeed, I have no will.
A broken man now speaks to you
As he no longer the light sees through.
But longer I have to lay in pain
Longer and longer 'til this hurt is slain.
Please take from me this love I hold
As seeps from me this love I sold.

And as I sit to think and stare,
To watch my life, it stripped bone bare,
To see the things of past and then,
Of things I fear from I know not when,
These things that haunt me to this day,
These things please do, please take away.
I was inspired on Monday, April 03, 2006

 
Sweet Deliverance

To be free from what I have been
Would be to soar on the wings of an eagle.
No guilt, no regret, no sorrows.

Memories blown away like chaff,
Never to return to haunt me.
Memories of a deceased self
Left to wander in its own misery.
A life one lived, a life once lost,
A second birth creates a heart anew.
No longings left to master me
Or lusts to pull my hither.

No drains on life I now live
And nothing to draw me back.
I seek the future and all it holds
While dismissing the past as dead.
So teach me no longer the things long gone
Lest to the future it gazes.
For a past once lost is always gone
And a future is there to be seen.
I was inspired on Sunday, December 12, 2004

 

In Desperation and Defeat

If I had words to console you, I would speak them.
But there aren't, and we both know that.
A suffering soul left to wander in search of love,
A desperate friend lost for words and bleeding inside.
To feel your hurt, to ease the burning,
To sieze the pain tearing your heart asunder.
Please believe and know that all will ease,
Please trust in God and look upon His face.
You despise the path ahead because of the unknown.
You don't realize the sun awaits you there.
Let go and you'll see the poison melt away.
Let go and you'll live the life you should live.
Living in desperation and defeat will only kill you.
Living in light and perserverence will lift you.
I am sorry I could not offer you more.
I was inspired on Monday, June 07, 2004

 

Truth

As I now know it, I see;
In the past it was hidden.
Revelation through perserverence,
Coming only after struggles.
Questions then arise:
How can Truth be found?
How can Truth exist?
Why me? Why me? Why me?
To be unveiled is bliss.
To look behind is torture.
The past is haunting,
If I let it be so.
Forgiveness is powerful,
If I truly receive it.
Nothing is hidden now:
The blinders are removed.
The Book of Life is open
And His arms welcome me in.
Truth is hard to hold,
But I bear this burden gladly.
I stumble, I fail,
But I am always lifted.
This Truth is light,
Lighter than my blindness.
His help is graceful
And totally underserved.
The Way, the Truth, and the Life.
No other will get me there.
I was inspired on Sunday, June 06, 2004

 

New

Things change, times change, people change, all will change.
So why do I fight what I know to be true?
Why do I stand here and try to explain myself to you?
You see me as I was, but how I no longer am.
See the things I used to be, but now I stand anew,
And everything is smoke and mirrors so it doesn't change for you.
But responsibility came and killed what hope I had.
The hope of never caring, never sharing, never knowing a hard time,
Going through life never having to scrape for every dime.
And now you see what I have become, and are you ashamed?
Ashamed to know me as I was, to know where I began?
Or does it lift your spirits to see the making of a man?
However you now see me, to one thing you cannot be blind.
You seek, I sought, I found, yet you still wander,
Not knowing where you'll be, now content to wander and wonder.
Be content, no matter where you lay your head.
Be content, no matter how hard it may be.
Be content, I have found it is the only good side of life you can see.
I was inspired on Saturday, October 11, 2003

 

In Three Months' Time

When morning comes and my slumber is ended, I will never think of you again.
With nights gone by and dreams left floating, you have been driven from my mind;
And I am glad you have left me to face the real world on my own now.
For dreaming of what can be and how life should be different lends me to insanity,
And insanity may be a friend to some, but it is my dearest enemy.
My wits must be kept for three months time as I try my patience mightily.
And when the three months are gone and the celebration ends, I can rest.
For the best will be there and the best will be to come, and in the best I will bask.
But my patience is tried, and trying leads to countless dying, I've died to many times to count.
So I deny my flesh and deny my soul, and fear a time when I have neither.
But for three months I will hold strong, no matter the opposition.
And in three months' time I will be a new man and nothing will be able to kill me further.
I was inspired on Monday, March 10, 2003

 

The Race

(This is kinda old, but I'm not sure it's mine. Help me out if you can.)

Between the lines is another world. Everything's different there, everything's better there. Sometimes its nice to be between the lines, but it's also nice to be here. Nothing hurts there. Nothing brings you to your knees in prayer. Nothing makes you feel alive. You're never angry for what you don't have, but you're also never grateful for what's right in front of you. Everything you ever wanted you can have there. But then you won't want it. What's want when you already have? Emotion is dead. Why be happy when you can have anything? You won't be happy that you're there. After all, you won't remember what it's like to be anywhere else. Everything falls away, but when you return you're left with a hollow, meaningless feeling of joy. Between the lines is another world. Everything's different ther, everything's better there.
I was inspired on Tuesday, March 04, 2003

 

The Evolutionist's Creed

I believe in The Big Bang, the god of Something from Nothing,
Maker of the Universe and everything in it.

And Natural Selection, his Son, our humanistic religion;
who was conceived by Charles Darwin,
born of The Origin of Species,
based on Chance as our designer,
overcame Entropy to create order from chaos,
reformed as the Theory of Evolution,
taught in our nation's schools as fact,
argued, upheld, and now required as study,
spouted as the Truth to millions,
and will come back in The End to bite us in the butt.

I believe in the Holy Fossil,
the holy scientific community;
the communion of transitional species,
the sanctity of theories,
the futility of life,
and the cessation of being after death.

AMEN.

I was inspired on Tuesday, March 04, 2003