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 Dec 2016 brian odongo
CharlesC
Is there about a completion
as an artist decides it is finished
a losing of interest in the
seeming object remaining..?
Perhaps it is the residue
a residue of objective suggestion
which does not adequately reflect
the soaring subjectivity of
artistic creation..
Or a suggestion of separation
bringing a longing for the
creative origination..
Or a recognition that the
prodigal journey has ended
and that the homelight
is no longer obscured..
Or leaving for others
to report their experience:
a gifted seed of new life
in their perceiving...
Sign your name on my heart
With a sharp knife, please
So you can scar yourself
Forever into my heart
Written 9 February 2016... deja vu


I am waiting here
Holding each breathe
When will you come dear?
Come fast, when my soul
Is still in my body
Don't be late dear

You are the star of my life-sky
Every breathe is awaiting you
Please see that
You are not too late

A life-time is not enough
But time is of essence in LOVE
I know there is destiny & fate
There is a right moment for everything
But if the right time passes
It is difficult to carry
The burden of LOVE Karma
For life-time
Please see that
YOU are not too late

When LOVE happened
I LOVED you beyond limits
Unconditionally, infinitely
Now when my life is leaving me,
I don't want to die with
My eyes remaining open
Please see that
YOU are not too late

My eyes gaze is fixed at YOUR image
I am gazing at emptiness
Waiting for you
I am afraid to leave this world
Without meeting you
Please see that
YOU are not too late


Subtle changes in the night
Now the stars are not so bright
And the moon declines to shine
The way it used to do

Where once I felt warmth
Now I feel only emptiness
Emanating towards me
And I believe that I'm past caring

And in the face of negligence
A heart merely becomes feral
With the loveless it is gone
Needing nothing and wanting none
It is gone
Far gone

                         By Phil Roberts
A simple man is what I am
I went to no university
Or college of theology
And no doubt that's why I'm confused

It occurs to me, when we see
Leaders and generals of all countries and creeds
Celebrate their victories with smiling pride
Shouldn't they be weeping with shame
For all the innocents who've died?

They all believe that their god is on their side
And quite often, the same god at that
All down the ages, our venerable sages
Have killed, tortured and oppressed each other
In the name of the wishes of god

Now I'm just an ignorant sinner
So can someone please explain
What kind of god do these people believe in
That needs the destruction of his own creations
And all in his holy name?

                                                          ­­  By Phil Roberts
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