is there a hole
in this shadow
of deep darkness,
so that
i can just crawl
myself into
and get out of
this mess.

I have an addition
I love the company you bring
I love how your cold hands feel against my warm ones
How soft the back of your hand is
How smooth your palms are

You are beautiful
You are art

If I were blessed enough to be in a room surrounded by amazing things, my eyes would be locked on you

My first love, I swear I'm over you but every time you call, I come running

I'll take care of you so long as you stay by my side

I dream of you,
I dream of the things you once told me
I dream of the dreams we had together

And I wake up saddened by what we could've had

Come back to me
I have an addition to you
I have an addition to your presence

I love you

Born of the sun and earth
And kin to the moon and sea
Life's immensity
Exceeds humanity
And the planet needs us
No more than fleas
So don't be fooled into thinking
We will always exist
In terms of the universe
We are no more than dust

                                           By Phil Roberts

Above the canvas a stuttered quill
A mind sits thinking not overflowing just full

So many thoughts so much to write
So many emotions I have to fight

I'll take a breath and think awhile
My aim will be happiness to make you smile

I'll write my poems both far and wide
I'll open my heart for you to peek inside

Then when my quill lays at last to rest
My peers will be my final test

in a society swamped with guns
what is surprising is that more tragedies
and not less occur year on year.

directing the wind the plates of earth
the lava flowing the animals
I think
of causing the clouds to rain
the sky to thunder
hail to fall
the fawns to all have mothers
the lowest rat baby
to have a ****
the ants to have their bounty
and the bees to make honey
to make the rivers flow love
and I question
the references I have studied
and found no answer
until I saw Dog
is God
spelled backwards