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 Mar 2016
phil roberts
When I go to sleep at night
I leave the TV set on
With electric shadows
Flickering around the walls
Not because I fear the dark
Which is a friend of mine
But because silence is a threat
To my drifting vulnerable mind
And the open wounds of old

Silence allows my ghosts
To invade my imminent dreams
Some screaming in rage
As others whimper for love
Creating vivid nightmares
And drenching my very essence
So, when I go to sleep at night
I leave the TV set on

                                By Phil Roberts
 Mar 2016
S S
Twirling in my fingers
Spins a pen so black
The ink inside
Tries to hide
The rainbow in its pack.

Charcoal placed on ivory
Etchings tumble out
These words born
Freely adorn
Colored garlands and shout:

Look beyond this mere form
Beyond the letters scrawled
Make it live
Art that gives
Birth to entities tall

Each mark harbours a prism
Words filled with endless shades
A window to
Look inside you
Painted canvas that prose laid.
Poetry is a prism that fractionates the written word onto infinite meaning.
 Mar 2016
Sk Abdul Aziz
The following are four of my closest friends(these guys really get me!..over the years i've developed a pretty strong bond with them.)
1)Silence
2)Loneliness
3)Pen
4)Paper
 Mar 2016
MsAmendable
The unknown is comforting in the thought,
That for all the bad that may come,
There is just as much good

And thus, I do not fear the future
 Mar 2016
phil roberts
Saturday morning
And the sun shines through my window
I should be working
But I'm too lazy to go
So I'll lie in my bed 'till the sun warm's the air
Then I'll go out and I'll grab my share
Of living
Saturday's living

                               By Phil Roberts
Yet another unfinished old song lyric.
 Mar 2016
SøułSurvivør
I was born a sandwich kid
Not much love was shown
There was a situation
Lonely and alone
I would cry, affection dry
As a desert bone.

I had no preprocessing traits
If care were in a well
I would fail if I sunk my pail
Into the depths of hell
Neglect my due so it ensued
I grew up a shell.

We all need love to water us
A child must be fed
But if the care's not in the air
They might as well be dead

Cakes are baked with sugar
If it's not put in first
Can't bake again the bitter end
The cake is dry as dust.


And so I started using drugs
When I was but a teen
I ditched school, I was a fool
Because I could have been

Anything I wanted
Instead out there wasted
A runaway, a wasteland
A stunted tree and blasted.

(chorus)

I turned to religion
I thought I was home free
Buddhism, the SRF
And scientology

Transcendental Meditation
I read of the Bahai'
I read the book Siddhartha
It was like a high

But i lost faith and turned to drugs
Over and over again
I was ******, could not atone
I can now this story pen

(chorus)

Then I found my savior
The Lord Jesus Christ
I was beat, but He was heat
And melted all the ice
Around my heart, then I did start
To conquer every vice

I found the Holy Spirit
I found my Father dear
Don't think it odd, I found God
And now I have no fear!

We all need Love to water us
With Manna we are fed
We conquer sin, and we can win,
We can get ahead

We all need a High Tower
A place where we can go
To bask in love from up above
and let the Spirit flow!

[bridge]
We can all find sweetness
It CAN be restored
We are FREE and we can SEE
OUR PRECIOUS SOVEREIGN LORD!



SoulSurvivor
(C) 3/19/2016
I was loved as a child, but I never felt it. It is in retrospect that I can see the love my parents had for me. They had many problems. My mother was very sickly. My father was addicted to alcohol at a very tender stage in my life. He stopped drinking. But by then it was too late. I felt like my cake had already been baked. I hated school because I was teased terribly. I was different. And I had abilities that other children didn't have. So they sledged me to the ground. And I was a sandwich child which didn't make things any easier. I was born scarcely a year after my sister. My mother fell off a chair onto her stomach and I was born prematurely. I've had a hard life. And I believe that I had not found the Lord Jesus Christ I would not be alive today.

For all you teens out there who are having trouble in school, please don't give up. Continue your studies fervently. It is only with an education that you can really do what you want to in life. It's very rare to find Second Chances. I found mine because of my innate abilities. But I could have been anything I wanted to be if I'd had an education! Be smart and get one!

-
 Mar 2016
Ugo Victor
Keep your head up
My father said to me
Young redhead troubled
by the world around me

So when you think I'm nodding
In agreement; I'm sorry
You only misunderstood; I can't
Hear you, you see

When life burdens me and my
Head drops
I bring it back up because
Heads up
That's what my father taught me

Young
Red head
And
Positive

That's the lizard in me.
 Mar 2016
SøułSurvivør
~~<¤>~~

fragile as
Venetian glass
are memories of
a haunting past

delicate as
petals blown
are humans
in a trial
alone

breakable
as a new foal's legs
are the ones who
have to beg

as a dry and
blasted oak
are emotionally
broken folk

and those who's
ego's rant and rave
are as dead leaves

upon a grave


SoulSurvivor
(C) 3/16/2016
There's a homeless couple living behind us. They have nowhere to go. We are helping them get on their feet. I wanted to say no to their plight. But there but for the grace of God go I.

I won't be able to be on the site much because I'm helping them. They've offered to help us too. That is going to be very important since my father is coming home soon. Thank you all for your prayers and good thoughts in my regard. I really love you for it!

~~<¤>~~
O Might One , to have the right attitude here on the earth.
I want my attitude to be one of a servant like yours is.
Teach me to become a servant working here for you.
One whom says how may I serve you today people.
So create in me a servant heart, then use me Lord.
No matter what the cost give to me a servant heart.
So that I may be just like you Lord, give me a servant heart.
 Mar 2016
phil roberts
Never ordinary
Never easy
Nothing parts the sea
Nothing moves the earth
This is a hard world
And there is no give at all

Don't press your face to the ground
It does not help
Don't shout at the sky
It does not hear
Nothing helps
And no-one hears
This is desolation

In the wavering distance
Less than light
Reality  drifts eerily by
There is no need to go
No reason to stay
Grey coiling wraiths
Rise and slowly sway
They could be anything
Anyone
Distinctions have no place
Nowhere to hide
Here is where souls shudder
And shatter


                                    By Phil Roberts
 Mar 2016
Melissa S
When I think of you and me
I think of a tree

Sometimes that tree is full
prosperous
beautiful
full of life
So full it reminds me of the stars
Where we sit on a blanket and count them
Where we think they are all ours

Sometimes that tree is empty
Each passing day
more leaves
fall to the ground
Until one day
all that is left is one
Saddened by what it has become
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