Some people smoke
Some people drink
Some people do drugs
And others fall in love

They all die in different ways

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Through the strait pass of suffering—
The Martyrs—even—trod.
Their feet—upon Temptations—
Their faces—upon God—

A stately—shriven—Company—
Convulsion—playing round—
Harmless—as streaks of Meteor—
Upon a Planet’s Bond—

Their faith—the everlasting troth—
Their Expectation—fair—
The Needle—to the North Degree—
Wades—so—thro’ polar Air!

She walks like a ballet dancer
headed for a fight.
Hands in pockets,
elbows akimbo,
the whole a pair of isosceles triangles
balanced above the rapid
heel/toe heel/toe
rocking grace of her strides.

She knows--
where she goes, who she is
what she wants.

while others dream
she lies
curled in her shell
a snail of underwear and eyelashes
with each blink
the blue glow shimmers on her eyes
reflecting a calm sea
that used to know fire

but where is the tempest?
where did the
grasping groping clutching
fingers lose their way through her hair
they were supposed to arrive by now
while the figures wait
shrouded and distant
at the bus stop

is it possible to light a match that has already burnt out?

I
Have
No art or poetry, music, philosophy, politics, religion, etc.
I
Am
Ugly mentally and physically...
Who
Brought
Me here where we all exist
Ever
In
Conflict?
I do not want an answer!
I
Know
Like each and everyone of us,
We
Are
On
Our OWN special
Journey.

Once upon a time
there was a cactus
it can be seen–
can't be touched.

Thus, value yourself.

In the high sky
Where the air is weak
And full of strangers
Nothing lives for long
Only gypsy-footed drifters
Come here on their way
To who knows where

And this place can only be reached
Without anchor or rudder
Nor even a moral compass
Riding on clouds of smoke
And it's such a long way down
Through falling-about laughter
And blood in the gutter

                                              By Phil Roberts

Dear, you.
It's been a while.
How are you?

I'm in Canada,
with Pippa.
A quiet life.

I still remember when we first met,
ah- the nostalgia
We were just kids in love.

And oh those memories,
the good and the bad,
they still haunt me every night.

You-
you,
you, are a regret.

I've ever so regretted you,
since the day I fell in love,
you are a regret i've always loved.

Remember our dance under the stars?
You were pretty in a dress,
and I was handsome in a tuxedo.

I keep thinking of you,
and everything that comes with you.
and it's hard to forget you.

Love,
Charlie.