Some nights I shade
my eyes
from dark dreams
like a broken hawk's wing
stuck in the hot tar
of a back country road
when sleep seems
like a long ways to go
in a bad war
and desire and desire
and desire like a fire
in my bones
won't leave me alone.

I stared out the window
My brain, completely disengaged
No thoughts, no emotions
But a war was being waged

I could not move or even think
Stood lifeless, as I gazed
But, inside my brain
This awful darkness blazed

Outside the window, light
It seemed so warm and pure
Still, inside my head
A madness did me lure

I could not raise my voice
Could not, say a word
That evil’s lock on me
Seemed to be assured

But then an angel’s voice
So sweetly to me said
Come with me my dear
And let us go to bed
BOEMS BY JA 583      
FOR MY WIFE

A sun of bright and blazing fire,
Embroils deep with my desire,
Summoning me to its embrace,
Kissing with its warmth the hollows of my face,
A smorgasboard of molten colour,
Beckons at me, summons me near,
I become swept up, in hurricane,
that rolls and waves across the plane
of one reality in to another.

'Tis here where spirits dwell and brood,
Feasting on fine celestial food,
On wings, a sight on which to swoon,
Beauty, whose time is e'er noon,
The Faeries with the Earth embroiled,
Gestating deep, sunk in soil,
Words are whispered by the trees
Life is flowing through the breeze,
Without care or toil.

Sometimes in life
I've taken all I that could get
And at other times
I've given all that I am
And then ultimately
I was empty of everything
And full of nothing
But at least I've lived
And lived hard at that

                                By Phil Roberts