.

I’m usually sad when it rains

and as I walk today

all alone

feeling it hit
my shoulders

like so many tear drops

I understand why

"Don't look down" they say
But I need to see where to put my feet
Because there's only the ground beneath me

I have built no mountain of achievement
Nor scaled any great heights in life
I sure as hell never made any money
And I've had my share of strife

So I've got my feet firmly on the ground
Because there's nothing else beneath them
That doesn't mean my judgement's sound
It just means that I don't give a ****

                                                         By Phil Roberts

We would see the only end
As a smiling face
A tidal wave
A new beginning
Seed that holds memory
A melody
A song worth singing
We would revel in it's glory
Embracing chapters
Familiar story
But the stones have grown cold
And a heart beat is just
We would see the only end
As a doorway
A stepping stone
A lesson learned
A childhood haunt
But sad as it seems
We only live once
And night can be much more than dark

Poets Like Me..

Suspended at portals of rigid
and well-defined
thought reclines most whimsy,
which poets like me
welcome and use to un-stick
rusted up vision.
Freeing the mind we care not
where reality ends.
Wonder notices even the tiny
and gasps at gross,
the newly dry gossamer wing
seen as fillagreed
diamonds with eyesight, night
versed with ghostly
metaphor, the tides as emotion.
Humanized nature
allures the inventive in scribes
bent on perception
where real meets make-believe.
Awe, understood
as a lever appeals to romantics
like me addicted
to all ethereal's seducing fancy.
Idealized love
presents realms of impassioned
expression, themes,
versing spirit personified holds
complusion, creative
vision awakens to other worlds
where, finally winning
utopia becomes no mere illusion.
What feels real merges
and mixes with linguistic flights
of beguiling imagery.
Life through the eyes of all poets
like me changes
at will from the galling mundane
to that which excites
inspiration for evocative writing.

I don't think anyone
Truly realizes how hard
A long distance relationship is;
At least, not until
They're in one.

Some nights I miss you like crazy. Some nights I wish I were dead.
    I miss the sound of you breathing. I can't get you out of my head.
I stared out the window this morning. I took down my pictures of you.
    I never thought that I'd be so lonely. I really ought to figure out what I'm going to do.
    The fire in your eyes that I love is gone, but your smell is on my pillow.
    Where did we go?
    I heard you got another woman on the west end of the city. I bet you're happy now and you're life has changed for the better, but I bet she doesn't lay you down and whisper things that can make your body shiver.
    You're way past gone and there's no looking back from here. The fire
in my eyes has come and gone, but your smell is on my pillow.
    This is your last song.
   I hate that I love you. I hate the way you say my name and I hate the way that I fell and I got so caught up in this moment, of what we couldn't be.
   You're the answers to my dreams and my reality. You're the answerto my dreams and reality.

   Come home to me.