I made my way
Through the raging years
To a certain tenderness
And I've known
A grown man's tears
And the agony of emptiness

And in my time
I have done and seen
More than I could stand
But what was then
And wherever I've been
I'm just another tired man

                             By Phil Roberts

It's been awhile since I've visited here... a lot has happened.

the day
when even the not so faithful
were tempted to pray
for the health of the nation

Pools filled
with pennies

drowned out wishes

Children splashing
in the shallows

The secret door to heaven
In an artists way
Was her house
But she never gave it away
He came with a key to steal her heart
Thieves come in the night
But he came in a sunny summers afternoon
Buy all too soon it was over
The key with his name thrown away...

my bones are hollow
like those of a mother bird's
but when i force myself to throw up,
the only child i am feeding
is the madness
that lives in the nest
of my own mind