Must I remember?
The scent of your hair
The shampoo's we share
Life is so unfair

Must I remember?
For the couple shirts we bought
It's embarassing,
we first thought
But we wore it everyday,
for the sake of our plot

Must I remember?
Those seductive eyes?
It got me mesmerized
Like the morning sunrise

Must I remember?
This unskippable beat?
As we rode the street
With your lips on my cheek

Must I remember?
As we walk by the shore
It tickles my core
For the "I Love You" that you swore

Must I remember?
For the dreams that we share?
In the meadows we stare
When you embrace me, I can tell

Must I remember?
When I took the toll?
My tears began to fall
For you are my wall

Must I remember?
The moment you say yes?
For the love I express
I was heavily blessed

Must I remember?
The day you said Goodnight?
As you began your flight
An unforgettable sight

Must I remember it all?
As I stand by your grave?
You wanted me to be brave
But I'm forever a slave
To our love which we engrave

                                                        ­                        *Must I forget you then?

                              Theses memories, are they a burden?

With you now gone, It's all a sudden


                                                       ­         What about these wedding ring?

                                                         ­ I cry eveytime I sing,

                          Your favorite melody

It feeds my anxiety



Now I look upon the sky

                                  I can never comply

                                                      As I invoke my tragic loss

                                                          ­                  *For the Love Without Us

Here I am, quietly crumbling
Looking at my piano, silently humming
A cold-lyrical amnesia, A Melancholic Melody
To bathe myself in the sound of agony

As I stroke each note, I feel like a bliss
Like waltzing in the starlight, my mind is at ease
It soothes my very soul, fixing each fiber
But a once broken heart, this scar can never be altered

A "B" flat of happiness
A "C" sharp of sadness
Oh! what cynical note!
From which my scars have wrote

But pains me to hear, that you are sincere
You were laughing as you disappear
And I lay down crying, year after year
Writing in frets, on a lyrical sphere

Oh! Goddess of Melancholy, Please make me forget
All the sheets that I made, is full of regret
Tear up my work, Burn down my world
This orchestral chaos, I cannot uphold

So here I am again, quietly crumbling
Looking at my piano, silently humming

Misty words billow in the cold
Pluming from their mouths
Quiet swearing and first smoke coughing
They walk close to hedgerows
Kicking the dew from the grass
As birds squabble over breakfast
And mushrooms are still socialising
They whistle the dogs to heel
All panting and wagging tails
Stirring the dawn damp air
For happy is the early dog
In these sumptuous fields

Now the business of dawn begins
Low sharp commands are uttered
Bringing the younger bounding learners
To a proper sense of purpose
And that high-toned cross breed
The sleek and swift lurcher
Is eternally proud and primed
This long-sprint racer
Takes inevitable chase
Without sentiment or concious cruelty
An ancient craft is practised here
With the dogs at dawn

                                By Phil Roberts

As the sun sets on a lonely city sidewalk,
shadows dance
while strangers remain.
foreign faces
passing without a glance
in solemn servitude to a metropolitan pace.
too much to do about nothing
busy bodies
yet stagnant minds.
empty vessels, so full of themselves
socially isolated
through a refusal to break stride

we're stuck
in big city melancholy
lost
in a grey scale state of mind
thousands of people
occupied in obscurity
always together
and still alone all the time