JJFBbennett

  Poem  I am a soft-shelled bomb. I present a greater risk than the credit given. You cannot sense my threat. You just won’t know. My beauty delays your response. My beauty delays your reaction. The chemicals that you breathe in. The chemicals that you absorb. And with each generation, you dumb down. Your children are exposed. They are the ones who are most damaged. Do not seek my awe. It deceives your ability to countermeasure. Forensic restoration is too late. Vignette  I know my body has been degraded, and you know your body is contaminated. Our bodies contain a plethora of chemicals too numerous to list. Yet, we continue to digest these violating agents as they camouflage their outcomes. We accept the unknown knowns even under the pursuit of festivity and celebration.  The organizers choose not to warn us, and we act as nonchalant victims. Too concerned with prophesized threats to hold fear on digestible toxins. Profit and chemical regulation relies on the immedi...

Project Creating the JJFBbennett.x metaverse. My world that is beyond Connected with yours Being and sharing Interconnected Chaotic manifestations Without reasons to exist Not as a useful commodity As an elite private space Educated and interconnected Unwelcoming to most A room of unlearning behaviors Learning how to be idle and to self-engage To self-civilize In our world  When you could once have an original thought Despite the technical limitation and cost We banded together to will an intention Knowing there were no spiritual differences between x and y We knew we could exist In proposition and virtue Within the earth, and the heavens Where moments can eternalize Where the cosmos appropriates The golden house Celestial and practical From the ancients Metal, glass, and precious stone From the traditions that altered time Revered and technically accomplished Shaping all internal forces Both living and dead. Early in twenty twenty-two. Come look at this. On the edge of your seat. ...

The collection gains its inspiration from Lake Bennett in the full moon. At 3:00 am, the darkened lake would shine under the translucent moon. Silent and bound by the visual magnificence, I could feel the gravitational power, changing tides, and internal biological rhythms. I did not need to sleep. This collection is about accepting the beauty of the night and how it affects our sleep, mood, emotions, and conscious being. Full Moon Reflections When the moon finally breaks through. And the restless breeze wanders between. Past hatreds and future promises. And the decisions of others who cut me down. I just cannot stop. And I fight with myself for my life. Knowing others fight harder. Never to gain even. But I never wanted to march. But I did. When my thoughts don't realize. I become restless. I wander between what could have been. My hatreds and false starts. And all decisions I could never make. My sky dreaming. My glass ceilings. I as the consumer. Stoked by the genius. Those who ...