There was an old world
that turned on it's head,

and turned out it’s pockets
and shook out the dead,

and shook off the living
and all of their stuff

til' all there was left
it considered enough,

and all there was left
was a world upsidedown,

and wind and whatever
had roots in the ground,

and fish with a warning
to stay where they be,

down under the waves
of the shookabout sea.

For years I've been building my nest
Stick after stick nice and pressed

I finally get my nest built with small repairs on the way
Watching my little naked birds growing and gaining adult feathers everyday

As time goes my little birds are ready for Eagle Academy
They have their ups and downs what can I say they are boys guaranteed

Soon my little feathery birdies are growing like weeds
They begin to find mates some good and some not to proceed

I soon teach my little ball of feathers how to fly
They start catching their own food flying high

Soon my beautiful nest has become smaller
I start to lose my falter

My little birdies have grown into perfect eagles
I just sit and shake my head how can all of this be legal

Now that little nest I built stick by stick
Is so empty that it feels extinct

I continue to keep the nest cozy and warm
Just incase they run into a bad storm

My beautiful birdies have grown up and started a nest of their own
Now I feel all alone

Into this turmoil, this damaged world, I float
stern faced with unaffected looks, they gloat
they talk tall and taller , I feel small and smaller

​Standing alone in the land of frozen dreams
She awaits him in all extremes
Unknown enough yet she entrusts her life with him
Unconditional is her love and strange as it seems

He gleams through the darkness as she devours
Her soul rejoices with beauty so rife
She rests herself on the bed of flowers
And feels the soft touch of colours in her life

Their eyes talk building dreams monumental
Expressing thoughts deeper than love
In every glance..He paints her eyes
with varied shades of hidden emotion
Glorifying her beauty to a new dimension

There is something that keeps them separate
There is something that ties them together
It will always remain an unsolved mystery
In the lines and verses of her silent poetry

One sixteen has rolled around and I've rolled out of bed and taken a hot bath and dressed, stopping occasionally to read another paragraph of This Side of Paradise, and my breakfast is being made.

Elliott Smith's XO is playing.

The sweetness of life is crystal clear right now.

I'll need my friends today.  There is something to do.  

A first rehearsal with my lead guitarist, Sarah, at five.  Then we'll likely take it to an open mic.  Cash is low, we'll find a way to get high.  Then we're gonna give it to the crowd.  Chandelier.

It's your birthday
Though I should resist
Wishing you well.
It's been over a year
Since we talked,
I stayed away
That was my gift.
So you moved on —
I tried to forget.
It was all "for the best"
But my heart bleeds regret
And I fail the test.

Babe....
Oh my butter patty.
She's right.
People don't change.
This side of you has
Been there all along I was just
Too in love with you
To see it.

Ran into the night;
Crashing into,
Over
Our fears.

Tumbled blindly
Into life.
Submerged
Breathless

Left everything we were
We are
Our dreams
Behind

Words ripped from
Our throats
Taken
Into the night.

Hello
It's me again
It's the early hours and I'm slightly drunk
And it's me again

He has the sins of his mind
Which keep him warm inside
Amidst the weary and the wasted
Such warmth keeps him alive

Restless
I've always been restless
I hate to move yet I can't sit still
Hours are endless

There is a thrush inside his head
An agony of wings
Panic beaten thrashing
A cage of singing things

Anxious
Still always anxious
Even though I've slowed right down
This edge is ageless

Laying low and watching
A million sub-plots hatching
Paranoid and paranormal
He scatters to survive

                                     By Phil Roberts