More than I am but not more than I could be and more is the poison that poisons me.

Never satisfied but when I've died I suppose I will be because then I'll be part of eternity

I wonder which part that I'll be
and will that part suit me?

Did you take your soul to a land
Where those with hope do not linger
And apprenticeships have been served
With cuts and broken fingers

Oh these days of hardships swell
Cries the mother with howling baby
Who would care and who would dare
To risk their spare change lately

And now you walk on broken stones
With your feet wrapped in newspapers
But they say it's alternative news
Perhaps you'll learn the truth later

So is this the place your soul should be
In this land of hate and anger
Where you would place your fragile fate
In the hands of a stranger

He may be God he may be not
He could be a fallen angel
In this land of decay and rot
Who would trust a stranger

                                           By Phil Roberts

top of the heap
you are King
and along comes someone to show you a thing
a new way of doing what you have done for years

at first, you judge him by his looks, only,
his long hair his ragged jeans
his sandals and ***** feet
his passivity his long beard

and he looks preoccupied
taken away by drugs or drink
his mind blown by crack
**** or LSD

he seems to hover so slow so deeply
occupied in a world he made for
himself burnt out we
used to call it

then when the day is over and you look
closer at the results and not the
scruffy exterior
you see he outdid you

and you have been the
King for thirty years
knew it all
you thought you were sure

and here this man rides in
on a stinking mule
in sandals looking like
a beggar

and changes every ******* thing?

Did you find me, did you find me
In those silver-wrapped dreams of yours?
Did you hear sound of angels
Knocking on your door?

Or constant storms of invasion
Screaming through the glass
And I'll be there waiting
With my widows en masse.

She took your hand and went down
To the crowds of crows wailing
And you weeped like never before
As your tender eyes froze.

So beat me up and turn me down
Dunk me in the river and turn around
As your fate lines up your face
And wraps you in lace-
Black lace.

You walked out of the steam
And saw your reflection in the blood
Did you forget that this is a stupid dream and that your new life was a dud.

You devils better beat me up and turn me down
Dunk me in the river and turn around
As my fate lines up to my face
And wraps me in...
Black lace.

Hell-bent widow.
Black magic woman.
Haunted shaman.
Disturbed angel.

She'll wrap you up and wreck your world with black lace.
Black lace.

When will this world cease to exit?
Only than I shall be free
Trapped in a mind of thoughts.
Suffocation to the brain you may say.
No! I scream on a roof top that I am not okay.
150 steps down a stairs
It would b a pitty to not tumble down them.
Carpert burn across my chest.
What can I say?
I've been through worse.
No Frost, I will not take the road less travelled.
What if there is vampires awaiting at every corner?
For I am fearful of the dark.
To live is to die.
What a sad concept to be terribly true.
A white house?
There is nothing important about it.
Come with me and lets be free.
How?
Don't ask me.
You see I am just deranged.
Someone please put me in a cage.
Next time I'll know to be ***** trained.
Oh why do I feel insane?

As the spiders and lizards crawl tonight
Above my headache and heartache
Tight
Who is wrong or right black cats also bite
And snakes compromised swallow ofdeath strike
I feel alone and a spirit close holding a loudpipe
Window pains and windpipe and turning point site
Without a fight i am happy oppressing cryptic tonight
Why must I Sit down In shame feeling denied
Waiting for rain and storms maybe sun shining bright
A new gunshot herd and death pole
Surprise
Hear the airplane wings flight sound delight
Left-hand or right hand pilot hope the have sprite
One day too much is happening out of data gigabytes
You will miss me when i am gone promises I might
I may just lose you on another website's
I will rise in this life to brand new heights
Premeditated the hoodwink eye and earning strips
Sitting on the porch with ideas to write
I can be afraid of my talent to shine bright ad a light
I am no worries about race wars black or white
Already all seven continents have told to unite
You lost in the forest take a hike