Give more for the ***** at the shinny heaven door
She's meek, she's weak but God needs some thing to eat

Read the scrolls and give your souls to that who controls
But you are all wrong and will all sing screaming songs while the suffering will be long

Burn more to let the fires soar, if only people could see the grotesque gore
Its a horrific sight that isn't right but from far away it looks like a heavenly light

When your footsteps falter and slip
Hold on to me
If your eyes fill with tears
And the future seems blurred and distant
I'll be there to take your hand
You may not see me
But you'll feel me there
Right beside you
Always
So hold on to me

                        By Phil Roberts

Birds of a feather flock together
Birds who have a lover fulfil each other
Birds with a nest get some rest
Birds who are alone are left to roam

.
How I wish I could lay my head
down gently on your thighs,
to make you moan and sigh aloud
and slowly close your eyes.

How I wish I could use my tongue
and give you more than rhyme,
to bring a flush up to your cheek,
of feelings beyond space and time.

How I wish that I could speak
in words of feathered certainty
and so entice your curious mind
to lay down with me for eternity.
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© Pagan Paul (2017)

I feel that there are times
when I could reach out my hand
and touch my own death.
This causes me no regret or fear
for I have lived in my own way-
Godless and lawless but
with a belief in knowing
what's right and wrong.
So, as my ghostdom awaits me
I shall not tremble in my shoes
I'll greet him with a wink
and my best angelic smile

                                      By Phil Roberts

I placed
my dreams
up in the sky.

They fly
with birds
and take
my soul
up
high.

Where I feel
no pain
and all
the limitations
wane.

I let myself
feel free
and
be whoever
I want
to be.