Darling, have we reached perfection?
The pinnacle, the peak
Our hearts and minds fully aligned
No need to utter a word to be heard

Darling, can I call you mine?
Your name, eternally on my lips
Satisfied each day with your presence
I'll guard your heart from pain

Darling, can I be your lover?
It began with a touch of your hand
Now I'm aroused by the rest of you
Continuing to quench desires thirst

Darling, how can I resist your beauty?
Your eyes, they smile at me, I'm crushed
Lips of silk, work their magic
Hypnotic curves, lead me astray

Darling, can you stay?
With me till my last breath
Our story, it's not yet finished ...

... Darling, can you stay?

It was a Thursday night
As dull as mud
And the guy I was with
Was as much fun as a broken tv
Then this bloke came into the bar
Who knew my companion
And came to join us
He said to our mutual friend,
"Eyup, Brooksy.
D'yer fancy gettin' ******?"
Brooksy sat there moaning
With a face like a slapped ****
"Nah...I'm workin' in the morniin'"
I, who was also working next day
Said, "I'll get ****** with yer."
And a lasting friendship was born

Now, my mate and me
Both needed the kind of friend
Who would calmly say
"Now hang on....that's not clever."
But instead we were both the sort
That said, "Yea, let's do it.
It'll be a laugh!"
Which led to dubious adventures
Sometimes things got dangerous
And others just plain daft
But I have to say, on the whole
It usually was a laugh

                                      By Phil Roberts

My Healer, is the Son of Man.
He is also the True, Son of God.
He has many different Titles here.
For he is also called the Word too.
Here on earth, he went around Healing.
He gave sight to the Blind here on earth.
Many question his God hood after seeing the truth.
Now those people, even though they could see.
Were blinded by the truth, that he was the Christ.
But many seen the Truth, that Jesus was the Christ.

Well wishing. Fingers crossed.
Body holds still as soul stumbles upon.
Creeping inside a hollow
and empty feeling of the restless one.
Deep and heavy steps,
as feet leaps to the ground.

Ironically free yet visually stuck.
Glaring at gripped wings,
which cannot flap to go above.
Soaring and circling is all one could think of.
Caught between the bound
of metal chains suspended on a rock.

Lips once parted, now tightly shut.
Bleak were the eyes
once gleaming in lunar light
Struck by every stroke and blows of the trusted ork,
Gone were the hopes and dreams
of the misfortunate folk.

please excuse me
it is not a poem
but i just want to say
i am really happy that
Keikavoos Yakideh writes again