The words that leave my lips
Shall disappear
Like breath in cold air
Going nowhere
Meaning nothing

These poems into which
We pour our hearts
Other than the smallest few
Shall be lost in endless cyber space
Like billions of trillions of others

The loves that we swear eternally
Can last no longer than lovers' lives
It shall be negated by death
Other than to an unknown
And unknowing energy

                                        By Phil Roberts

I love it when my
kids come home after
being at work all day
They say 'mum what's
for dinner' I say I'm
only cooking a omelette
tonight for dinner
since your all off down
the pub with dad to
play snooker , even though
your all colour blind
thank god dads there
to tell you colour of the *****!
Anyway I will see you off
and wave goodbye to you
for a few hours as I am
going to read my book
which as gripped me
to read till the end!
Hey when you come
back later pick up some
macdonalds please..I'll
have a chicken wrap with
chips and a Diet Coke..

Well that sums up my night
tonight pretty well :)

Those cotton candy summer skies,
Fade away
To clouds of gray.
The birds sang softly in the night,
Bye and bye
the songs must die.

The joy of childhood's bliss have past.
Silently,
It frightens me.
Now the days...they go so fast.                                                        
Time is up.
Fill labor's cup.

she comes back smelling of a different city
cold, sickly sweet aftermath of a harsh evening
i do not mind.

i do not understand anything
but i can sense the sickness she carries
through everyday disasters

             sitting on the bathroom floor
             pulled into the folds of herself
             crying through breathing exercises

             tender days when she does not eat anything
             but fills my bowl
             and lies with me
             for hours

             flowers sharing my name
             wilted on the windowsill
             i wonder who will care for her
             when i share their fate

i can do nothing about this
but i am here

sometimes
we are worlds away
             our time intersects
             briefly
                       we greet
                       and part
                                    but
                    ­                right now,
                                    she is Home
                                    
                           ­         right now,
                                    i am Home

everything comes through the senses
you know of nothing, but through them.

Never be happy,
Said the girl with blue hair
Because then you will become
Very very boring
And you will start to die.


-- Eleanor