Poet’s Lament
Will you live or will you exist
To exist is easy
One can merely wake
Waddle to the throne
Make a shit or piss and go on about it
Perhaps awith a post or two on social media
There is little requirements For those that want to exist
A simple Internet connection and decent pants shall seal the deal
None the less for the posting, you must have the best phone of the day
It’s so simple
Anyone can do it
But to live
And here’s the rub
To live is the real challenge
To sit and talk about nothing over an ice cold beer at 3 pm on any given day in an almost empty bar
Where there is no pretending
No happenstance
No agenda
And you can just be
As Saint Anthony would say
The realest truth is spoken and lost in the same sip at your unburdened bar stool
We are tasked then to seek truth
To find knowledge
To LIVE
To question
The poet’s lament
We of the all feeling
Of the all wanting
To live
To yearn
For us
For you
For our children
For our lovers
For ourselves
We seek to live
And to know
We ache to hear a symphony in entanglement that is our lives
We sit and hear the echoes of the past
And attempt to make good for the present
And perhaps the future
We tell all things
From the eyes looking back
To believe
There is hope
Going forward
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The new face of the seeker in the crowd, Ben Holland has traversed the globe in search of many things – mostly himself. To now reside in Kentucky after having been chased out of Camelot (some may call it Connecticut), surviving tours of duty in as far away and exotic places as Iraq and Kuwait, is what could be called a small miracle. Belonging now to tribe of transplants that is Louisville, he finds himself square amid a life that is once again evolving into something more fit for his creative spirit. At the urging of his lovely wife, he is finally pursuing an active writing career, and it starts now!