terrible just the sound of it
the word itself I ponder
sounds fierce demonic handcuff repulsive
is it the training of  hearing it in relation to dark things
Terrible
or is it in the syllables the hard t
rip a bull
it just pictures in my head the very thing it symbolizes
I have a conscience
and cannot ever imagine
doing some things
that people do
terrible
is their word not mine
no matter whether by repetition
or the hard phonetics

Won't you sing for me,
Sweet singing bird
It's been so long
Since I thrilled to the trills and warbles
Of your living song
This confused and bruised winter
Has defied nature's logic
So, set the world to rights
And sing for me
To remind me
That I'm part of something
That still remains wild
And vivid

                            By Phil Roberts

why does love make me get territorial
where I have this need to own you
like I am a neanderthal
a club in hand I **** on my property my spot
have to warn others
mine!!!
Love should be beautifully shared not
another possesion a 60" latest gizmo
flat screen HDTV 3D  bluetooth
internet capable
of which I am saving up for
or new big tires mudders
and manly wheels on
my pickup
shiny chrome ***** hanging from my trailer hitch
I digress
got needy again
important is
I am not that far away from being an ape
am I?
just crave
different bananas

with great love and care ( adverb) he made them. each one             by hand.

most were killed before breakfast. visitors asked to see the bodies,  having

none, he imported them from abroad.                                    more  killed than

the somme. thousands after dawn.                         he has models now of dead

soldiers, some with arrows in.

small scene          first world war,                            glow in the dark.    memorial.

having spent time among his battles,   i went and ate a donut.           lovingly.

sbm.