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Nightmare

Brow blessed with my last kiss!

And, fortune fulfilled by granted wish,

this match left me without a vow —

Witness to pain, all whom will see

That my dream day meant nothing;

If in haste her hope can flee away,

Stole in one night, lost in one day,

By phrenic vision, no warring eye,

Is it therefore a loss to be realized?

All this darkness laid in lurking,

I pray it’s a dream within a dream...

I once braved bluff’s edge to hear

past crashing low-tide sea waves,

Yet upon my quivering lips adhered

The salt from present fear’s grave —

How bitter! yet still how sweet

The broken heart’s vital heartbeat,

I will plead — I will plead!

O Lord! Was that the last taste

Of her lavish lips’ loving embrace?

O Lord! Will I be able to reverse

this fortuitous lunar-shifted curse?

The sun also rises above the sea,

But this isn’t a dream within a dream...

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“Relatable information cannot exist without relational evolution.”

Benjamin Lee Hopper

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| Unfound Kingdoms Un (Part 1) | . I then heard a rattle, like a hushing sound, from deep beneath the far-reaching sun-bleached sands in the desert, and through its barren valley's hallowed ground clattered the old hopes and forgotten dreams of many lost civilizations... their muted screams, once reaching for glory, silenced by mortality... centuries of unfounded kingdoms entombed aside their jewel-encrusted crowns, once gleaming in the sun, now groaning alone, buried in sealed catacombs... and as my aural focus slowly attuned to hear through the heavy sand, I began to understand the land’s solemn croon leagues beneath the dune... . -Almost Like Poetry- . . . As the fated moment approaches, I am urged to halt motion and consider what’s brought me this far... and still voice in my mind asks from afar: . “how have we climbed so high?” . Many have watched my ascent with this woman, sometimes leading... sometimes trailing behind... but it’s been the most honest experience of my entire life... . I am truly filled with excitement to continue climbing alongside this divine creature we use to call Hayley Ann Pearce... . Let’s see what the future brings, shall we? . #engagementphotos #isaidyes #mrandmrs #himandher #almostlikepoetry #benjaminleehopper #sanddunes #greatsanddunes #nationalpark #makeportraitsnotwar #vscobest #letsgosomewhere #thehappynow #openmyworld #awesupply #finditliveit #keepitwild #mytinyatlas #stayandwander #esoteric #occult #instapoetry #instapoet #instapoem #poem #poems #wordporn #poetrycommunity #poet #poetry

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“Self-obfuscation is a mirror reflecting the forgotten truth that our souls are nothing but a partial image of the impermanent.”

Benjamin Lee Hopper

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. . | CHIMERA | . ::Just a touch:: . by her hand, and I was slain, without a hope to call on faith and ask to be saved: . what a name… . ‘Chimera’ . With bare skin dressed in stars, she candidly danced unlike any of the corpses moseying in the street life bars…. . …and there was.... . …me… . floating through the black raging sea of adolescent immorality… and she slowly emerged from the frantic ocean, hair still immersed in the radiant b l u e s k y penetrating the darkness and my inhibitions… . Her smile . ——eclipsed—— . my thoughts that entire night and transfixed my heed… . I can still see the {horns} . in her eyes as she spurs me with her gaze every time I see the c o n s t e l l a t i o n . hanging over my head like a halo of isolation. . @benjamin_lee_hopper . . 📸 @mtnjohns . . . . . #benjaminleehopper #almostlikepoetry #auraborealis #colorado #montezuma #poem #poetry #poet #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #poetsofinsta #poetryinmotion #nature #exploration #camping #pursuitofportaits #awesupply #alifealive #vsco #vsco #chimera #mextures #textures (at Montezuma, Colorado) https://www.instagram.com/p/BtpYPYrg_Ii/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1kj65l9ej1rs8

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. . | Meditation 2 | . I am the hollow; the uncollapsed ambient sound suspended in the rin singing bowl of the cosmos; the mum ring echoing in a void bolstered by infinity, the tacit vacuum of banality; an arrested tone in the chambers of my adytum, where deaf creatures lost deep inside breach while searching for egress but stumble within my reach; I am the ambrosial mind speak reverberating inside the walls of willing ears in hopes to meet their hunger’s need with transient healing whispers of unwavering heed towards every form calling forth to be fully saturated by the testimony: “Yes, you are already that which your heart most hopes to become;” but the words fall through my ears and back onto my tongue, for I the one speaking; the only one to receive; I am the hollow. . -@benjamin_lee_hopper- . . . . . #almostlikepoetry #benjaminleehopper #writersofinstagram #poetsofig #poetsofinstagram #spilledink #poem #poet #poems #poetry #universe #fractal #instapoet #instapoetry #instapoem #vsco #vscocam #musing #nofilter #instamood #instagood #poetryisnotdead #wordporn #bookstagram #creativewriting #poetrycommunity #philosophy #eyeview #aesthetics #mextures (at Denver, Colorado) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bs9hjongVpo/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1urh6wbl2grhm

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. . | Erosion | . Forgive all grave irrigations, gaping canyons in the heart, carved out by trapping pain into habitual modes of thought, eroding deeper the separation through constructing damnations, leaving hatred in the cuts; stagnant water is infectious. Take down your protective structures, letting grudge’s water rush out; allow the silt of your understanding to wholly re-amount and fill in again the unhealthy places dug out, so the water of healthy thought can flow again once more and let growth take its course. . -Almost Like Poetry- . . . Happiness, joy, jubilee, elation, forgiveness, growth, evolution… . These are all exercises, not conditions. . Make your practice a state of being and you will experience your best life. (at Montezuma, Colorado) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bo41jienKFQ/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=xd98vzsll8p7

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. . | Unfound Kingdoms Zéro | . I fell to pieces, salting the street, weighed into the mosaic concrete ruminations of ego depletion, and released the comforts of self conceit from course rope-burned hands, sinking deep into the grout as the soul poured out, arresting desperation, to guide my stone-shaved guile away from a Sapient’s core needs, enabling the unseen hand to reach beyond The Golden Dawn, through the collagen and keratin vessel, past this flooded mortal flesh, embracing the esoteric essence of the Herald’s last message: 死 は次のフロンティアである… (Death is the next frontier) . -Almost Like Poetry . (at Teramachi Street) . https://www.instagram.com/p/Bjf3TnBHMmP/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1afjiyj2adlwu

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"Do not take liberty where license is not granted."

Benjamin Lee Hopper

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| L I G H T • S H A D O W S | . If I were a wise man, I’d open my eyes to see a man with opened eyes starring into a stream, reflecting upon his merit, and between the plaque light cast, contrasting present with the past, the shadows would reveal the secret of self causality, providing the antidote to heal the sickness that’s inherent, but only if I were a wise man. . If I were a wise man, I’d relish all reprove, edging scorn towards cloaks of flattery, batting lashes at my foes, welcoming insults with inquiry to distill their origin’s root and reveal the hidden essence tunneling their feelings deeper to a molten core that’s festering and pains them more than me, but only if I were a wise man. . If I were a wise man, I’d reconsider what I speak, sparing evil from my tongue so my mouth would only reek of frankincense and fresh myrrh, that I only release golden words, soothing arthritis of the mind, luring crippled men to teach how we can sow a field with peace, that when the spring season comes and the harvest’s ready to reap, the wind would carry seed to another starving city and continue the ceremony, but only if I were a wise man. . If I were a wise man, I’d bow my head to break the yoked planks of vanity and discard the wooden weight, avarice splintering into dust, submitting soul to the kinesis and receive instead the selfless task of putting on a necklace of servitude as iron bars, a gracious ornament only worn below the crown of Babylon, yielding strength to the need to share the burden of Creating a cure to heal the hurting heart of a God who’s will it is to bear the time it takes for us to wake, as dead man slowly start to turn their servitude into sainthood, but only if I were a wise man. . -Almost Like Poetry- . . . . . #wisdom #reflection #mirrors #shadows #instapoetry #instapoet #instapoem #poem #poems #poetsofinstagram #poet #poetry #poetrycommunity #writersofinstagram #vsco #vscocam #nofilter #picoftheday #photooftheday #instagood #instamood #writersofinstagram #poetsofig #spilledink #nofilter #iphoneonly #wordporn #creativewriting #almostlikepoetry #benjaminleehopper (at Beatrice & Woodsley)

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| Peace Like A River |

Does not water, though it conforms around any shape, still retain its same form, just as a Human™ remains whole when they wrap their arms around another in a loving embrace? So too shall you live your life, practicing plasticity, just as calm water hugging a stubborn boulder slowly erodes it away.

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This is an attempt towards my own courageous undertaking of freeing Creatives from their own grips of indecision (an excerpt from the Facebook group: Almost like poetry).

| Writers Block |

There has long since been a discussion among Humans™ surrounding the difficulty of initiating enough momentum to begin “The Writing Process.”

For the duration of this collective conversation, a commonality has emerged, converging individual opinions with the attributes of an actual blockade, or a barrier, that the teemingly passionate struggle to surmount and surpass.

Just as we can all agree this analogy is simply a metaphor unifying the shared experience of difficulty to remedy our hesitance, we can also agree that this “Writing Block” is not like a closed road, imposed by some elected, authoritarian official with intent to serve and protect. It’s not caution tape used to segregate some unauthorized territory, nor is it like a vicious brigade of pirates taking pleasure in gatekeeping buried treasure.

No real block actually exists, save the self-imposed block of behavior modifications we insist on instituting, based on our crude understanding of society’s expectations of us.

Unexpectedly, “The Writing Process” truly begins with an exercise in understanding one’s “self.” Setting aside the tools used for scribe, it’s prudent to address how one perceives the expectations of society and how heavily they allow those collective opinions to direct ones choices and voice.

There are many rules society as a whole has agreed upon, beneficially indoctrinated and imposed with expectations for us to follow, like obeying health codes in the LDR rooms of a hospital, but it’s important not to adopt this motif of standard setting for curating one’s own personality and voice. The hesitance that surfaces when attempting to form our own expression is a misconception of the need for our peers acceptance or the fear of facing consequences if they don’t approve of what they read.

Many creatives well know the soul-groaning urge to surface and purge a product of weight and worth. Unlike a woman’s pangs pre-birth, where epidurals and cesareans are used to ensure the product produced is perfectly unscathed and unbruised, you don’t need to preserve your works potential by preventing it from possibly being birthed with abnormalities.

These procedures for health are great for the sake of saving babies and mothers, but the works of silent dictation laid on a blank page can be born unformed or misshapen, placed in a draw, and forgotten. There is no pressure to account for the words you bring into this world.

They may stay locked away for many years, laying untouched for nobody to see, but with your subconscious continually surveying the landscape for a piece of inspiration to complete the thought, you’ll eventually pull that dusty page free, breath upon it some fresh perspective, and watch the work miraculously take its first breathe. The years between creation and full animation is of no consequence and is a process only seen by the creator.

Be fearless when venturing to speak your voice, and courageous enough to antecede perfection. This life is nothing but a small collection of seconds, each measuring reflected light off atmospheric particles with different absorptions being directed through your iris. Realizing the miraculous facet of your own occurrence in time is enough meaning you will ever need to justify your own writing craft.

So, if you want to write and feel the pain of creation rise up and inspire you to sit and think, realize your own value to decide what is worth saying and know it’s enough to make a mistake or form something incomplete. Stop letting the expectations and responses of society guide your voice. Remove the block from your mind’s eye, envision something precious, and write the following:

________________________________________.

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. | Who What When Where Why How? | . Who are those whom truly know, fully relieved from questioning, that they can clearly see their true presence of being as it's seen universally? . What about the fragmented figments of imagination gazed in one's own reflection from a mirror on the wall? . When aren't they seeing one's Self receiving flights of idle refractions, filtered through shattered glass, charring colorful misconceptions onto gray matter casts of self belief? . Where could such delusions successfully harbor shammed sails on the hole riddled hull of Id and still remain free from Ego, the sure fragmentation of one's soul on a sinking ship in a salted sea? . Why am I thus what I don't perceive but instead the summation of discrete judgments and love projected by those onlooking? . How does our psychology develop so deeply divided through our colored cranial gates that lead us to our carnal minds? . -Almost Like Poetry- . . . . . #almostlikepoetry #benjaminleehopper #instapoetry #instapoet #instapoem #poem #poems #poetsofinstagram #poet #poetry #poetrycommunity #writersofinstagram #vsco #vscocam #nofilter #picoftheday #photooftheday #instagood #instamood #writersofinstagram #poetsofig #spilledink #nofilter #instamood #wordporn #creativewriting #mirror #psychology #perception #reflection

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. | Jacobian Oracle | . Terrain angles range across tectonic plates and land breaks, raised from the depth of Mariana’s Trench to the highest reach of Mount Everest’s peak, but our brain’s frame their inner compass based on Earth’s most settled, native phase change, lending to the mystique as we seek narrow context; Our species’s collective memory has always seen the ocean’s bleak crest laid in planner rest, setting the dispersed sea as the trusted X-axis for our point of relativity against all other obliquity, normalizing the angle of our planet’s subtle curve, strangling our understanding of what we all observe; This need for congruency that we impose upon space, making our trite planet as a base for meaningful frame of reference, alleviates us from facing the reality that does has truth: This endlessly vast universe has no directionality, and it does not consider you. . -Almost Like Poetry- . . . . . #almostlikepoetry #benjaminleehopper #instapoetry #instapoet #instapoem #poem #poems #poetsofinstagram #poetry #poetrycommunity #writersofinstagram #vsco #vscocam #picoftheday #photooftheday #instagood #instamood #mextures #writersofinstagram #poetsofig #spilledink #nofilter #instamood #wordporn #creativewriting #mantis #prayingmantis #instabug #space #relativity

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. | The endeavor is non-fictional | . . . . . #anime #bishounen #meme #memes #dankmemes #animememe #animememes #wet #vampire #amireal #whatislife

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Be there or be… too self aware so much so that it causes anxiety.