2009
All in love is fair. ?
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All in love is fair?
Love ? Don’t  need me to tell you it ain’t true
Love is so one-sided , you feel taken for a fool

In love or out o’ love are there any special rules
No one can say without hindsight anyway.

Love may still be said , be essential to the plan
Of couples in attraction,magnetism draws ‘me
Violate the trust though it’s to remain unsaid
Eternal life relationships are most times rare.

In man a selfish gene’s bin resident from birth
Sons waited on by hand and foot by mum.

Females are the servants of that super Adonis
All macho drinking and reading tabloid papers
In life only love that’s fair is love n no condition
Requited love is sure “The only love that’s fair”
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Written by Philip
31/10/2018.

What are dreams made of ?
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What are dreams made of ?
I once heard a great poet question
And if asked then I ‘d like to say
“Sugar and spice and all things nice”
But oh no they ain’t. No way they ain’t
They are made up from episodes of lives
Of passed lives that I have experienced
In vivid wide screen projected block busters

Without reason or rhyme or any co-ordination
Or any obvious chronological order as I see it
No wonder I wake up in my loneliness so tired
I think by now I have certainly lived to long
And yet I know I have a duty to stay alive .
But I feel I have to say. I’m going downhill fast.
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Written by Philip. 3/11/2018.

2007

Mummy mummy mummy. !
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Mummy Mummy MUMMY.!!
Look what I have done.
Rhyming moon with June.
Gived me sooo much fun.
I done it on myself.
So does it make me one?
Yes my dear sweet poet
From all that mummy taught you.
Hurry grow up fast
And make yourself a blooming
        FORTUNE.
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Written by Philip. 2/11/2018
(Wishful thinking)

Apologizing is somewhat easy
Forgiving may take time
Forgetting is what makes it somewhat impossible

using this medium to scrap
what i’m not willing to carry today

unduly honor-bound

this has become strained
at the edges of my peripheral,
warping into a mirage of heat lines

and yet remains
wholly under my thumb
for now

TEEMING

how do you expect me to keep this up?

if
i am what i think about all day
and
i am what i do
then

come take my hand
because if He’s not here
then where?

despite my belief in such nonsense,
this could be a sign

all i need to do is allow my self
to step back and absorb
the scale

and admit to myself that
i’m terrified of
the Consequences

The thoughts we have in passing
manifest in our reality,
I say "There's not enough time,"
fading on the edge of sleep,
fighting against the time I cannot
be with you, feel you close to me.
You reply "There will be,"
comforting my wanting heart
or maybe yours,
and I finally slip away.

These days pass easily with you,
life is no match for how well
you ground me,
and suddenly what I've been striving for,
what I want for my future
has begun to make sense -
I've been driving toward it for so long,
wanting, burning up in my desires,
without knowing for what, who
and why.

Something about this feels different
than all else that has come before,
this is not an insecure love, no,
neither of us wonder,
we know how our nights of today
and tomorrows will end,
always with you and me
and then you
and
I.