Showing posts with label Benny Billet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Benny Billet. Show all posts

Friday, March 22, 2019

Benny Billet writes


Look at one STAR
to conquer TIME
Feel the infinite infinite
of infinity
Realize

No Matter how far Away
We are all in the same moment
the same time
Even though what we see
is actually what we saw
Eons Ago.

Time is a Mobius Strip?
The outside is the inside
Both sides the same side
We can't figure it out.

The present side is the past side
Both times are the same time
We can't figure it out.

The present side is the past side
Both times are the same time
We can't figure it out.

Future Side Inside Our Brain-side
We see side present side
Will be instant Now-Side
inside our eye-side
Becoming the blind side
of the past side
Remembered in our past side.
People walking on mobius strip
People walking on mobius strip -- Todd Davidson

Monday, January 7, 2019

Benny Billet writes


The Hands of Time



Look at My Hands--
The Strong Fingers Before
with Adept Abilities
Holding a Handstand
on Two Universes of Parallel Bars--
(My Hands -- Look at Them Then!)
Defying Gravity and Time
(at the time)
Floating above the Bars!!



See them Then, Not Now!



--See them Now
without dry crevices
...before Time dried
the cracks--



Wonder instead at the Hand
Holding First-Love's
First Soft Hand.



Not the Time-parched-skin--



See the Youth beneath
the Wrinkled Wisdom
When once
I was Young
Yearning and Learning
...and Earning



My Dry Parched Hands.
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Monday, August 13, 2018

Benny Billet writes

A filosophical foam by Fenny Filet

The Swirling of the Worlds
around a Sing(u)lar Star
Signifies a random patterning
Beyond our Universe and Mind

Yet

How Haphazard chance is
How Wise is God is
How baffling Unbaffable is
How wonderful the chance is
That we can see Our Selves

That we is what we IS

God Help Us AlL
 Cosmic Swirl -- Patrycja Whipp 

Saturday, March 3, 2018

Benny Billet writes



The Sixth Sense knows what the other five do not.

The sounds at Night 
No one hears a-creaking
'Cept the Creekers and their Stews;
4 No 1 knows what they be speaking,
Nor what Senses they be puttin' in their Brews...

Stir around the pot & stew & stew
Nose & Mouth & Skin-flake too
Pupils and Iris & eyelash stew
Tis the answer we be seeking
4 no 1 nose Watt Sees they bee-speaking

They bee seeking a terrible truthful brew
only the eyelash knows what's true.
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 The Sixth Sense -- Tautvydas Davainis