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If you don't believe
that the world can turn
into a Hobbesian-state,
then find a wall
& stare at it until it hurts.
   You'll notice
        that the paint isn't dry
        & the picture will change
        with a single blink,
        fade with dry eyes
        & breathe when you want it to.
  You'll see a wall
  can be many things;
        It can move in a dream
        if you make it,
        or drape itself in mirrors
        & make you infinite,
        although trapped,
        staring at a wall
        & thinking of someone else,
        but only seeing yourself
        forever
        in every direction.
Hobbes Theory: This belief stemmed from the central tenet of Hobbes' natural philosophy that human beings are, at their core, selfish creatures.  

A poem about love, loss & the unconscious selfishness that connects them.
When
Love
Is not
Madness
It
Is not
Love
Did you take your soul to a land
Where those with hope do not linger
And apprenticeships have been served
With cuts and broken fingers

Oh these days of hardships swell
Cries the mother with howling baby
Who would care and who would dare
To risk their spare change lately

And now you walk on broken stones
With your feet wrapped in newspapers
But they say it's alternative news
Perhaps you'll learn the truth later

So is this the place your soul should be
In this land of hate and anger
Where you would place your fragile fate
In the hands of a stranger

He may be God he may be not
He could be a fallen angel
In this land of decay and rot
Who would trust a stranger

                                           By Phil Roberts
only 1:02 feels like 3:33
the only light this computer screen anybody saw my baby?
seen my girl?

Anybody, now it's 1:03
seen my sanity
my last thought of reality?

Anyone know
like I do how long
Can a minute be?
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