Petulance

Petulance short poem

Uploaded by Jamin Benjamin


My heart is starving,
My lips are famished,
My arms are cold,
My strength is half of it.

My mind races,
My restless eyes close,
My reasons to reason,
Grow stale and fold.

When you go I always pine,
The truth is hard to find,
Though ours, yours, and mine.

And when the petulance grows,
A rationale is still there,
Overcoming smaller things,
For happy it never compares.

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Worked for Habitat for Humanity for six years in Texas and California. Went to school for Business Management and Global Business Management, having been in a management position since the age of 20.Writing and acting started in high school when took on role of Drama President at Brea-Olinda High School in Brea, CA and would write, cast, and do stage production for all types of shows from musicals, comedies, dramas, and talent shows. Started writing skits, scripts, poetry, lyrics, and more at an early age. Ultimately would like to become a screen writer, publish a few books.Media guru forming BAM Studio under "bennybamcreations" title including many sports groups like ANGELS BASEBALL ADDICTS, BAM SPORTS STUDIO, and THE MIGHTY. Co host of All Access Los Angeles, Halo Heat, and BAM on blogtalkradio.com/mancinisports and blogtalkradio.com/bennybamlegacy.
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