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Phil B Oct 2015
From sands I arise,
to the faded skies over,
these hardened eyes,
and overexposure.

The bone-dry plains,
and arid weather,
have crackled my skin.
this sun-baked nether.

Drain on morale,
and eroder of soul,
nothing left now,
so I dig my last hole.

the yellow-white sea,
it stretches on.
it thirsts for me.
I am--long gone.
Phil B Oct 2015
The webs we spin,
the bonds we make,
the roads we take,
on the winds of fate.

the people we love,
and those forsaken,
friends made today,
as enemies awaken.

what lives we touched,
and hearts we broke,
words well said,
whilst some, not spoke.

they tell a tale,
both new and old,
they tell a story,
an epic. Untold.
for all who journey.
Phil B Jun 2015
I want to be clear,
like glass on the window,
I want to be clear,
like flakes in the snow,

I wish to be clear,
the definition of transparency,
I wish to be clear,
like an oncoming epiphany,

I have to be clear,
to face the reflections of my past,
I have to be clear,
Because tomorrow might be my last.
I'm back, and I've missed you all :)
Phil B Dec 2014
A picture conveys a thousand words,
But fails to describe your golden glow,
the voice of angels  that I have heard,
and the many sides that you don't show.

For in every frame it may well capture,
your chestnut hair, and deep brown eyes,
yet still it can't express the rapture,
of the beauty that you keep inside.

What difference makes an album or two,
if the world cannot appreciate
the bonds between a me - and you,
my better half, and  a true soul-mate.
Composed in thanks of a little company on Christmas, and in blessing relationships new and old. Happy Holidays
-Phil
Phil B Dec 2014
A day goes by and clouds float home,
past field and flower, beyond the light,
where they go in their pleasant roam?
Fills the mind with simple delights.

A weary sun slides across the blues,
from sky and sea, it wavers goodbye,
a welcome change through evening's hues.
Appreciation in thought filled sighs.

A day goes by and welcomes lights,
of stars adorning the moonlit dome,
submerged beneath serene, sweet night,
dreams fill the the air, like softest moans.
Composed laying, awake to the chirping of crickets.
Phil B Dec 2014
we sit and talk, and for a while,
you kept me out with a sombre smile,
what little light you had left inside,
was drenched in thoughts of suicide.

Of course I knew the signs were there,
but scared to see your burdened stare
that met my soul, and had me frozen,
as time passed by like subtle poison.
Composed in guilt
Phil B Dec 2014
At night I dream of a cityscape,
vast and bright across a lake.
A breeze blows soft across my face
as heart and mind did celebrate,

the city which spanned a thought horizon,
and bridged the night for old Orion.
This moonlit causeway- that splits the sky,
Traversed by stars that walk the night.

For Luna did smile upon grey streets,
and lit grey towers of pure concrete.
Illuminated the dark, and pale, and cold,
She bathed the raw night in a blanket of gold.

This city of dreams that I wander alone,
becomes a home and a place of my own,
however, even this city can not hide nor run,
from the eventual coming of the rising sun.

Sleep, my mistress, hold onto me tight,
and stay with me, till the crack of first light.
We'll meet once more under night's dark drape,
as I dream once more of a cityscape.
Composed 2am in bed
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