That happens in secret
Its halo of the unknown,
Always unexpected,
But deeply rooted,
In its perfect time,
Enlightened by its own,
As a new step,
Beyond your strenghts,
To lead yourself.

At the night,
In its deep darkness
I see from afar it,
In this dream so fuzzy,
I see this smile,
In a world of shadows,
I feel this courage,
In this abstract reality,
I hear this voice,
Fact of this fertile silence,
I have think of the eternity.

And it seems as though everything is smoke and mirrors.
Stumbling through different paths, although the destination is unclear.
Things always seem to get better but is that the reality of it?
Am I climbing or sinking?
There's still hope somewhere in my soul.
But I'm growing so tired, **** this is getting so old.
What do I have to do to get my tainted heart and broken mind whole?
Is there any hope to mend?
I guess I'm waiting for a godsend.
But what is God?
I know I'd like to believe but when all you see is darkness it's hard to be at peace.
So in the meantime I'll try to clean up this mess.
Forget about the bad and put my woes to rest.

it's hard to believe what I have seen
in the steeples, they fill the seats
claiming to love the most and the least
they leave church and their love fleets

these creatures are just killing machines
seemingly demons of in between
people sleeping in deceiving dreams
never seeing what Jesus means

self-appointed reapers for the beast
grievous destroyers of the peace
driving jeeps with a sticker that reads:
we support our troops in the middle east

She was our first grandchild
And naturally
We loved her dearly
And I adored her
As only grand-dads can
And she latched onto me

She used to come to us every Tuesday
At a time when kids are most interesting
She was fully conversational
(Didn't we all know it)
Her personality was emerging
And she was still young enough
To have her originality and imagination
My little gold mine of joy

And this is how it would go

"Grand-dad, you be the shop keeper
And I'll bring my dollies in for clothes."
So she would lay out her doll's outfits
And bring her dolls forward to buy clothes
She would haggle over the price (and win)
And pay me in cardboard coins

"Let's watch a video, Grand-dad!
Let's watch Barny!" (Again)
I hate that ****** purple dinosaur
And Katie thinks he's wonderful
That smarmy voice of his
"I love you and you love me,"
I bleeding don't you know
I wouldn't let him within a hundred miles
Of any kids of mine.

In the course of the day
I would be called upon
To play multiple parts in
Everything from The Three Bears
To Little Red Riding Hood
In which I memorably became
Big Bad Wolf and Grandma
And presumably ate myself

But the highlight of the day
Was the last thing before she went home
The weekly show
"Introduce me, Grand-dad!"
In my best showman's voice
"Ladies and gentlemen...!"
To my wife and dog
"...The moment you've been waiting for.
Fresh from her recent tour
Of our back garden.....
Miss Katie......."
"Katie Spice, Grand-dad."
"Miss Katie SPICE!"

Into some popular ditty of the day
Issuing from her at full volume
Then she would stop mid-line
While she did a little dance step
All greeted by thunderous applause
In her head it was Carnegie Hall
Rather than my wife, my dog and me
So, a happy end to a happy day
Then Katie went home
And I slipped into an exhausted coma

                                           By Phil Roberts

Seasons change
forging the mass of
us waters unknown.

Untethered as
this warm swirl of summer
that ripped your lights
and smiles off of mine,
as your hair the same
left me there fallen from grace.

Slowly sank as
This brisk wrench of fall
that pulled my heart
and my primary colors apart,
as did the wind moving around
my spirit with the grounded leaves.

Flooded as
this chilly twist of winter
that walked me to the snow
and my memories holds on,
as I'll be able to keep that in mind
cold will go where you've gone first.

Now spring is
the seasonal strain of dreams
new beginnings and hopes,
promises and new things come...
Because seasons change
and they come back again,
but all the warm lit smiles
are stuck In the cold wind of mind
for ever after I'm missing our spirit of summertime.

I am still waiting to hear from the surgeon whom is going to operate on my neck as far as they know that its not cancerous but they want to clear out the spurs burs in my neck thanks love you all.