And all at once
My feather in the wind
Was taken to a point of no reach
A point beneath
Of which I held with extreme fright
But you eased me into the night
I wanted nothing to do with the light
You said alright, and kissed me
Our last hours sliver of sight

They said revenge was sweet
So dust off your tongue and tell me
How you really feel,
Sharpen your teeth so it matches
The sharp feelings inside of me
The past is a ball in chain
In a dark room somewhere, there is a key
But none will free me
There is no justice in tragedy
Just blame and agony
And too many one-sided stories
Too many sad and familiar places
Basking in all its glory,
But I can still picture their faces-
I can still see them come before me
I can feel the warmth in their hands,
And the warmth of the words
“I'm sorry”

2007
Look. ( for those with eyes to see)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Look alive this day could be your last.
Look not a gift horse in the mouth.
Look not blue if happy times are past
Look through rosy glasses if in doubt.
Look in back,you’ll turn to pillared salt
Look one direction n paddle other way.
Look daggers at the man who is at fault
Look for that needle in a stack of hay.
Look,behold your words. Speak your mind
                       TODAY.
Written by Philip
Posted 30/10/2018.

oh! you blessed me with oblivion,
a pretty disguise,
and i was touched by serendipity,
a sorrowful hymn.
It broke me, when you yearned
with those sad eyes,
which wondered how could one forget
the taste of his own love
and such lies

The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.