is there a condition
where one can overdose on empathy
on caring
until tears become a malady

Until others hearts
are nearly more important
than ours
and we **** up our life

is that or
could it be an addiction
to seek maybe sad things
and others pain

subconsciously
trying to alleviate
our own?

I am wondering
if I need an intervention.

Naked as Spring
Several propositions,
Like life,
Offer themselves to you
And to the heart of you.
They make themselves available
As naked as the newborn Spring.

It's your choice.
Several propositions,
Like your life,
Become themselves of you
Or of the heart of you.
Some make themselves inevitable
And you believe it's your choice

And now a silence
A crushing roaring silence;
As those propositions,
Chances
Become fewer and fewer
And in the heart of you
Some things become inevitable
And this very loud silence

And now this silence,
This bruising numbing silence,
As these dispositions,
Attitudes
Become stiffer and stiffer
And in the head of you
These things that are inevitable
Are getting slower and slower

Those naked Springs ago,
All those propositions,
Your life
Fasten themselves to you
And to the heart of you
You're getting older and older
And you're as naked as a bone

                                 By Phil Roberts

The Ghosts Of Yesterday

Today I saw some fog rise up above a pond
It reminded me of a specter floating in a scary movie
It got me thinking of stuff that haunts us
I am haunted sometimes by, I should have done this
or I could have said that
or I should have done this better
The ghosts of yesterday can cloud our vision today
To live in regret is not a good way to live
We can let go of the past and our vision can be clearer
Things can get better and our emotional fog can lift away
Freeing us to have better days
Let us not be haunted by the ghosts of yesterday today
Instead, let us live in the present and live each day to it's fullest!

It seems you're holdin' on dear life,
    as tears come down in streets & strife
    as poachers stab a plunging knife,

     Never turn a trusting back
    in your world the angry hack
     nothing done or what you lack,
     rope is  there, pick up the slack,
     climb away from their attack,

     You need to find a piece of HOPE,
     a hand to help & hold the rope,
     as fingers reach to steal & *****,

      I am hear for you, I'm here right now,
      I HOPE these words will help somehow,
      hope can fade but this I vow,

      The sun will shine again tomorrow
      amidst the trials and the sorrow
      pay it forward, time we borrow

       I hear you poet, I truly do
       I'm right there, beside you too,
       shining light on grey skies new,
       wipe away & they turn blue,
       hold a hand & will undo,

        Your beauty shining from within,
        take away your thoughts of  sin,
        dig below the surface skin,
        I promise we are new again,

        Take that hand & take good care
        in your pain &  we all share
        kindness something I can spare,
        take a chance
        & help to dare,
        life if just not always fair
        but this to you, I say & swear
        never more than we can bare,
        when you feel as if you'll tear

       Part your load I already carry
       so rest your head & don't be wary,
       when roads ahead they seems so scary,
       one day again you smile merry,
       your soul & spirit feeling airy,

       This is just a wicked test,
       before your heart can have a rest,
       for you dear one, I hope the best.
       an onward journey, onward quest,
       I hope the heavens, yours have blessed,

       & shine a brilliant idea of hope
      the Angels  favorite kind of dope
      don't let go of that sweet rope,
      apply a healthy healing dose,

      draw in the Dr really close,
      this injection won't be gross,
      if a syringe,
     please don't cringe,
     or have a twinge,
     hope it's something you can binge,

      It's not a drug,
      just sending hugs,
      I pray, &  say
      keep trying today,
      the sun it stepped away,

       Hope it will bring a little relief
       I know in my heart
       & in my belief
       if you try & don't give up
       you will have a bit of luck,

      It will come in the form of words
      a pen of HOPE I know is heard,
     seems the Heavens they concur,
      in a method they prefer,
      digging in a needed spur,

       My God, your God
       they are the same,
      doesn't matter what the name,
      love as one & never blame,
      raise a voice, inviting change,

     I am here & write of you,
     a hope that rhymes they will undo,
     or provide a little needed glue,
     know that others love you too,
     this is something you CAN do

     Whatever you believe,
      bring a rest dear God,
      in your light I pray we're awed,

      whoever you are, wherever you are,
      I wished upon the waiting stars
      erasing deep & painful scars,

     Adding bandages & soothing cream
     sleep at night, a chance to dream,
    finally see a light that beams,
    shining brilliantly,
    stunning beauty,
   loving all is a duty,

   an overwhelming love
    that comes from above

   Hey you gotta friend
   who is there until the bitter end,
   I know in this you can depend
   & in this message that I send,

   Send much love & best wishes
   just a few hands blew kisses,
   send you all my favorite dishes,

   bring comfort and some
    key ingredients,
    to a weary & tired
   seekers heart today ❤

     Cherie Nolan © 2016

Hey, old friend
Remember the days?
The times we got so drunk we could barely crawl
What a laugh!
Other nights we'd be so wired
We chewed our lips to shreds
And do you remember that opiated Nepalese
While the rest were throwing up or falling down
We kept right on smoking
'Til we could barely find our feet
Haha!
And then tripping out at Fool's Nook
Thinking the water in the stream was diamonds
The mushrooms weren't so magic if you got a bad one
But wasn't it fun!
Going to dodgy Manchester pubs for the gear
Haha, remember that night I nearly got myself shot?
I've never talked so fast in all my life
And now that we're middle-aged
Where are we now, old friend?
You're dead and I'm falling to bits
Such fun

                            By Phil Roberts