LV 2017 (another day, another shooting) 

By Benjamin Shapiro
Thoughts and prayers? 

My thought are angry

My prayers hopeless

In a world that wants to die

Rather than try to change.
Thoughts and prayers:

I think this world is fucked

And I pray we all survive.



By Benjamin Shapiro
My heart is free fallin’

Don’t you know how it feels 

When death comes to music

And an artist he then steals?

Mary Jane came callin’

For her one last dance

A new angel’s learning to fly;

Wild flowers fill expanse. 

Say hello to David,

And to Leonard, too,

Heartbreaker up in heaven, 

The world is missing you.

Aaaaah! Real Monsters!

By Benjamin Shapiro
I’ve watched a million scary movies,

Read a ton of scary books,

I’ve seen ghosts and goblins,

Poltergeists and spooks, 

I yawn at these night creatures,

My fear of them is wan,

The only monster that I fear

Is my fellow man.

The Patriot

By Benjamin Shapiro
I’m a patriot, 

Proud of my land,

A true American, 

For freedom I stand,

Unless it’s a freedom

I don’t understand,

Or if it means,

I have to lend a hand. 
I love my country, 

And my president,

He is pure and true,

From God he is sent,

If you don’t love him

Go and repent,

Only approach him

With knees that are bent. 
I love our flag,

The red, white, and blue, 

It inspires my heart

With beautifil hues,

You better stand

When she is flew,

Because that piece of fabric’s

More important than you. 
I love freedom

All the time,

Unless you’re different 

Than me and mine, 

Then I’ll call you 

Un-American every time,

And show up, 

Marching, with a sign. 
I am a patriot, 

Is it so rude

To shout out 

Empty platitudes,

Against progressive


And people begging

For life and food?

Age of Disinformation 

By Benjamin Shapiro
Dear media, what should I be outraged by today?

(The government, republicans, democrats, gays?)

Dear Government, who’d you like me to hate? 

(The media, Muslims, regulated interest rates?)

Dear Facebook, what should I think?

(Should I yell, should I cry, should I boycott a drink? )

Dear religion, who’s my brother? 

(Fellow Christians, fellow Muslims, definitely not the other?)

Dear brain, what do you feel?

(Maybe something, maybe nothing, check online make sure it’s real?)

Dear me, what do you believe?

(Only what I’m told if it’s summed up in a meme.)


Such a mess,

We’re made less.

We’re the sovereign nation 

Of disinformation.

Harmonic Inspiration 

By Benjamin Shapiro
Music crashes

Crisp blue waves dashed 

O’er grey matter

Mindless chatter

Drowned out 

By harmonic shout

Giving birth

To fertile earth

Ideas grown in red clay. 

Darkness washed away

By even minor chords. 

Blinding bright words

Rushing forth 

Full of worth. 

Creations of stardust synapses

Motion like time lapses

Quickly becoming blurred, 

Lines dying to be heard

As notes and stanzas

Strike up dances

And become 

A greater sum

Than their parts. 

Ancient arts

Made up of

The truest love.


By Benjamin Shapiro
There’s a space in my mind



Ceilings so high 

They are unseen

But I know they 

Shelter me. 

It’s quiet. 

If a shout came

It’s echo

May crumble the walls. 

Candles flicker

Dancing on drafts 

Twirling in triumph

Of not being



Lives in ears

A resounding


This is the place 

Where creation


Where words become






Contemplation becomes


A room of universes,

A finite space

Of infinities. 

My place. 

My true home.

Modernity’s Tragedy 

By Benjamin Shapiro
To sit and wait for life to start,

To never find your one true art,

Tis the greatest tragedy

Of man’s modernity. 

You kill your dreams just to get hired, 

Then try to rekindle them when you’re retired, 

Only to find your matches are wet

And that your fire will not set;

But your sun certainly has,

The hour’s late, car’s out of gas. 

So do not wait ’til end of day,

Push yourself out of your way,

Find that thing that lights your heart,

Grasp on to your inner art, 

Scream at mountains ’til they’re flat, 

Run to where your joy is at,

Be great however you see fit,

Don’t bother with the little shit,

And become,

Just become

Beautiful you,

Before life’s through.


By Benjamin Shapiro
Time to dust off the funk,

Wash off the depressive gunk,

To get up and live,

Drain bad feels like a sieve. 

No more feeling muddled,

Gonna dance in a puddle, 

Gonna dry in the sun. 

Life’s always just begun 

With the waking of each day. 

Even when it’s gray

The sun is still above, 

As above hate, there’s always love,

And even sadness is a feeling,

One capable of healing, 

Just as much as happiness,

So release all that stress 

And be free;

Let yourself be free.