When moon like an empty plate
mocks the hunger
the famished bones hunt for a morsel.

Clinks of cutlery fires the belly
aroma of meals calls like a melody

there's a table full of happy faces
chewing and chuckling and chattering
picking eating dropping and littering
their plates are full aha never less
food after food over food always
a fire in oven a bed of clean sheet
never they're they're never short of heat
eyes that are heavy droop easy soon
behind tightly shut windows to the moon.

Snuffed out will ***** out all traces of light
they break into wails rending the night
nothing now moves over the dead town
except the bones with moon as the crown.

"What is that noise?”
                      The wind under the door.
“What is that noise now? What is the wind doing?”
                      Nothing again nothing.*

A blustery day. The wind drives
its chill through the cracks
in this old, groaning house.
It is the voice of the world
screeching: Let me in!
The same world I have struggled
so long to keep at a distance.
Both wind and world persist like poverty.
Seeking safety from everything outward,
I have tried to build castle walls
against a foreign, hostile world
in a little, shabby apartment.
Respite. Anonymity. Shelter from the storm.
Safe from the charms of money and women.
All effort in vain. It just can't be done.
No walls are thick enough
to quell the horrible screams
of this slowly collapsing century,
the sadly frigid remains of the dying day.
The undead bang on the shutters.
No cat fierce enough to fend off tomorrow.
A mind too weak to live in solitude.
A body that can't say no to desire.
Like a ghost of the future,
I am trapped by the tyranny of now,
listening to the wind beneath my door.

My tears have silence and warmth
Whispering pain steeped in stealth
Craving chances that fell apart
I stumble on a heavy heart
Thoughts curl into fists
Banging on walls that are bone
Hearts are savage beasts
That can't be left well enough alone
Hanging on with sunken teeth,
I bleed a dead pain..
The guns are loaded
Neurons fire you into my brain
Images fall into realist hands
And gravity does the rest..

To know you is to feel you...
I am hollowed out
In the space you never seem to fit..
In the aftermath of doors shut
Silence and warmth flow in stealth
Images fired travel slow and heavy
Leaving stains..

Oh I'm so tired of this dreadful waiting
Laying home in bed and *******
With nowhere else to know
And nobody else to know

What's really getting old is aging
With this envy inside me raging
As I wait to start something new
As I'm waiting to get over you

Oh these four walls expand forever
This is an unescapable endeavor
Oh you witch you must feel so clever
But your potion won't last forever

Will it?
...
This dreadful waiting

is there a hole
in this shadow
of deep darkness,
so that
i can just crawl
myself into
and get out of
this mess.

If you ache in every bone
You just want to be alone
You toss and turn
You're sick and weak
All you want to do is sleep
Your favorite color becomes blue

Then you have emotional flu

If your muscles atrophy
And you are in apathy
You can't work up strength to eat
You are a wound from head to feet
Nothing's fresh & little new
Of pick-me-up's? You have so few!
It can affect both me & you

The bane of man... emotional flu


:-(

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

Perched atop thine cliff’s black chasm
Abyss yawns to freedom’s skies,
Toying with this fool selection
Kissing pride’s compounding lies.

Projecting to a dire future
Twelve months hence to sample view
Chaos in thy vacuum’s spectrum
Options cost…too late to rue.

Think now of thy pride of nation
Hark back to thine battles fought
Annihilate with wrong selection
Causing reputation’s rort.

Tear thy flag with greed and malice
Hear the world jeer at thy fall,
Elect this fool to be thy King
And witness , burnt to ashes...all.

M.