In the morning I awake
With the after-taste
Of a half-remembered dream
And a barely formed face
Shadow of the past
And emotions that last

And some of these dreams
Would make a hero cry
And some of these dreams
No matter how I try
I know will stay with me
Until the day I die

                                   By Phil Roberts

If there is only one thing
I am certain
If there is only one thing
I know for sure
It is that expectation
Postponed
Makes the heart break
What is better?
Observation?
How can I observe what I cannot see?
How can I know what is not
In front of me?
All I know is what is routine
If the routine stops
So does the expectation
Once that disappears
You are free

Speed
The rapidity in moving or proceeding
Swiftness
Rate of motion or progress
Full
MAXIMUM
Optimum rate of motion

It’s all been SO fast
We've made SO much progress
In SO VERY little time
This is our *optimal rate of *motion

6 months
181 days
4344 hours
15638400 seconds
Our season of love thus far

Countless kisses
Hundreds of pricele$$ moments
ENDLESS “I love you”s
And it only goes on from here

I can’t wait to see it  A L L
to breathe in every moment
to feel every luscious touch
to taste every sweet kiss
to hear every way you say my name, like no one else does

SO stick around
Let us watch this relationship
Blossom, progress, grow,
Speed
Together, *my love

The words unsaid are infinite
The words i say are a summary
The words you hear are filtered
The words i hear are my downfall

Bound I Am...
What can I do?
Unable to Roam Free...
Listening to the Maddening Despairs of Prelude...

Bringing Misfortune;
A Cursed Charm, I am...
Bad Luck to Spare;
Come Closer, You're ******.

Darkened Melodies
Of Evil Harmony,
If You come Near Me...
You'll lose your Symphony,

So Take Head!
And Leave Me Be!
Or *Forget and Lose...
Your Own *Identity...

ladies and gentlemen this little girl
with the good teeth and small important *******
(is it the Frolic or the Century whirl?
ones memory indignantly protests)
this little dancer with the tightened eyes
crisp ogling shoulders and the ripe quite too
large lips always clenched faintly,wishes you
with all her fragile might to not surmise
she dreamed one afternoon
                            ….or maybe read?

of time a when the beautiful most of her
(this here and This, do you get me?)
will maybe dance and maybe sing and be
absitively posolutely dead,
like Coney Island in winter

in the hospitals and jails
it's the worst
in madhouses
it's the worst
in penthouses
it's the worst
in skid row flophouses
it's the worst
at poetry readings
at rock concerts
at benefits for the disabled
it's the worst
at funerals
at weddings
it's the worst
at parades
at skating rinks
at ****** ******
it's the worst
at midnight
at 3 a.m.
at 5:45 p.m.
it's the worst
falling through the sky
firing squads
that's the best
thinking of India
looking at popcorn stands
watching the bull get the matador
that's the best
boxed lightbulbs
an old dog scratching
peanuts in a celluloid bag
that's the best
spraying roaches
a clean pair of stockings
natural guts defeating natural talent
that's the best
in front of firing squads
throwing crusts to seagulls
slicing tomatoes
that's the best
rugs with cigarette burns
cracks in sidewalks
waitresses still sane
that's the best

my hands dead
my heart dead
silence
adagio of rocks
the world ablaze
that's the best
for me.

It’s 4 AM - I see - eyes wide open,
        Thought wander round to where your mind has been,
Dry worn out sight pitch black no light,
Just to think of sleeping is a big fight,

And now it’s 8 AM - time for a test,
        Take now your second to pray for the best,
’Twill be a shame to see my grade just go,
        Your fault - you should have seen this coming - No?

The time is 12 at noon - it’s time to eat,
        Down to the cafe - collapse into your seat,
Twenty-two minute- all I have- to rest,
No time- you should study for your next test!

I wish I could have got more sleep last night,
        Well is it not your fault - now its your fight,
My war against the pillow in my room?
        The fact of the matter is that you are doom[ed],

Found am I a lover - with sleep - star-crossed,
        Like Romeo and Juliet - love lost,
Why can I not rest for one night right now,
        WAKE UP! You have homework to do tonight!

Hold forth - but now - I think - that did not rhyme,
        You know you are asleep and have no time…
My point is I am deprived of my time,
        Oh and you say that my rhymes do not chime?

Throughout a day I lose sanity,  
        I assume that you always lose your way?
Each morning when I walk through that school door,
        It makes you want to go home even more?

More so to get some rest than to get out,
        The sleep is not what school is all about…