Wanting to overpower,
I let loose and do what I feel,
power surging, a wave of euphoria.

But amidst my hand's touch
or the way the blood in you rose,
I felt the cunning,
the bloodlust of temptation running.

I reach over, as if to grasp
air that can't be held.
You flinch, you cower.
And when my hand reaches,
You wither like glitches.

I let loose
of this cannibal within
To touch something,
I thought was mysterious.

But I am merely devouring you.
A maniac on the prowl.

Close the door,
Firmly shut,
Hear it click,
Locked away.

Pretend I'm not here,
I'm nowhere,
For I'm not where
I want to be
So
I may as well be nowhere.

I can hear them outside,
Talking,
Laughing,
Love,
Happiness, it's never been so
Heartbreaking.

My heart is filled with joy for them
Yet yearns for the joy I'm missing.
Disappointment consumes me for my eyes
Are not supposed to be green.
Never have I felt so happy for someone
And sorry for myself.

savage was the wind
that blew the smoke in my eyes
as it raged from the fires
that burned your name into my skies

still you plucked at the fabrics of my heart  
that were bursting at the seams  
so now uncoiled is the thread
that once tied you into my dreams

Last night I had a dream
That I was
F
A
   L
    L
     I
     N
      G.

I wasn't falling down,
Nor falling in love,

I fell  a p  a   r    t.

It started slowly at first,
A single thread that fell out of place,
But then each strand expanded,
From inches to infinity,
Revealing flesh,
Bone
And the unwanted parts in-between.

Like Time and Space
I continued,
Relentlessly uncurling
Until I was nothing more
Than a tightwire
That even my heart
Could never walk.

A simple man is what I am
I went to no university
Or college of theology
And no doubt that's why I'm confused

It occurs to me, when we see
Leaders and generals of all countries and creeds
Celebrate their victories with smiling pride
Shouldn't they be weeping with shame
For all the innocents who've died?

They all believe that their god is on their side
And quite often, the same god at that
All down the ages, our venerable sages
Have killed, tortured and oppressed each other
In the name of the wishes of god

Now I'm just an ignorant sinner
So can someone please explain
What kind of god do these people believe in
That needs the destruction of his own creations
And all in his holy name?

                                                          ­­  By Phil Roberts

You said it was nothing
When you kissed her.
That a kiss doesn't mean a thing.
But I wish it did.
I wish a kiss meant everything.
I'd give anything for that reassurance
That all those times you kissed me,
That you felt everything.
That it meant something.
Or anything at all.

It's your choice.
It always has been.
I don't beg people to stay,
Nor do I stick around
Where I'm not wanted.
I just hope you know
I was ready to give you the world.
You already were mine.