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he sits all alone
in a smoky dusty bar
in a twilight zone of his own
he counts the neon stars

he isn't anywhere
and he isn't going anywhere

he sits by himself
as another day passes
like the bottles on the shelf
and the empty glasses
Be
Being happy
with the present
Is being hopeful of tomorrow
Let my lust rise up
As incense before you
Listen to these hymns
From my ***** mouth

Say your prayers
When you kiss my neck
Tithe to me
But give one hundred percent

Take and eat
My body and my blood
I am drunk
On this communion wine
Gasping for air, in this world of despair,

where those who say they’ll help you, just stand back and stare.

They say be “yourself there's nothing better these days”

then you show a bit of color and they say ” oh but darling, your the wrong shade.”

the land of opportunity, is what they proclaim.

Everybody’s welcome, just stay in your own lane.

Don't speak up about injustices,

don't try and fight this game,

those who own this place will make a law to take you away.

They’ll spin some kind of story,

they’ll say your sabotaging this place,

but as soon as they need those votes,

they’ll state they want you to stay.

“We are all one in the same”,

is what they always say,

but then they get that crown,

and there big head gets in the way.

We all need each other to get ahead in this game,

instead of fighting one another,

lets start by being kind and make this world a better place to stay.
Where I am it is dark
The light tries to find me
but I move away
I keep my hands to myself
I leave happiness
for another day
If something needs to be said
Don't let it stagnate in your head
Don't chew your lips or bite your tongue
Just sing it out 'till your song is sung
It may end in love or even a fight
But at least you'll know the truth in the light

                                   By Phil Roberts
 Feb 2016 Spenser Bennett
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When people ask, I am just going to say, "I love you"

Because I don't know
what else to do
I can't hide it anymore.
I don't know why the caged bird sings,
And I'm not sure why you haven't called.
You may not be surprised to hear
After being brought up by a violent mother
And years of reckless living
That I have had therapy several times
And bought several t-shirts
Art therapy
Group therapy
****** therapy
And it must be said that they helped
Along with proper medication
Things improved and I became calmer
In fact, a certain amount of peace descended
And many people were kind and helpful
But no-one tells you what to do
During long hellish nights
When your spine and brain are screaming
Reminding you of just who you are
And why.

                         By Phil Roberts
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