Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Hank Roberts Sep 2011
I feared the
girl
hanging from the
tree,
with knit knotted
rope.
Hastily I tried,
I
Swear that I
Tried!
Under her I
went
I thought me
Hidden.
Hidden: my attempt
failed.
For the girl
crept
Persistently through my
Head.
Hank Roberts Sep 2011
The carousing carnival can never sleep
It bares and bewilders in the brain
Sunrise and sunset, season of sorcery,
Hell or heaven, havoc never happens.
The carousing Carnival cages ponderers
Under Ornate oaks too old
Dressing, dancing, dwelling in Graceland
Hula Hoops hover on hips
Fire fetched by fingers flared.
Lookers: love and lose the lot.
The crafty carnival's cunning tricks
Never need a nest to rest.
Hank Roberts Aug 2011
Money this and money that
My check card expires
Like a soda that gets flat.

Something that should be free
Won't be for the poor, like me
and others who want to be.
Hank Roberts Aug 2011
I see you pacing to and fro
All you want is to be let go

They pulled you from your home
and stuck you in a dome
you cannot find a place to roam

You see the eyes gazing in
While the world out there is full of sin

You see a boy, eyes full of sorrow
You hope your time comes tomorrow
All you have is your mighty bellow

You have seen the many faces peering
Wondering if anybody is caring
Hopefully they can start learning
The important facts of concerning

You miss the green, untouched grass
You can't think from the pounding glass

You're just left to be a lonely lion
You look forward to your days of dyin'
After all your unnoticed cryin'
Hank Roberts Aug 2011
At this point in time everyone is just a separate entity with all different views and different thoughts of life. We're all connected technologically rather than personally. We share cyberspace but not each other.  We're distracted by the things that aren't important. When we call out to our leaders about life threatening measures, we are just shoved aside.  Tomorrow could be the day, the day where we are all together, not in space, but on earth.  We're all worried about our place on earth and the job we'll serve rather than worrying about ourselves and how to improve.  We're just being the pawn in the modern kings game.  Without our duty, our tears, our sacrifice, or the sweat we put into his method, the king's goblet will spill. When the goblet spills its wine, maybe the light of existence will prevail.  Existence shouldn't be us handing ourselves over to blindingly agree, to turnover for the king and what HE thinks is right.  We should turn ourselves over to ourselves. The purpose of man shouldn't be for him to be pawned.  The modern king isn't one person but a court, telling us what to think, to feel, to express, and how to simply just be.  They demand and expect us to believe what isn't real. What is real is right in front of us, the earth, the trees, the sky, the poverty, the greed, the self-righteous, and most importantly ourselves and each other.  When do we see the court looking onto our plate and making sure it's full? Where's the right to stand-up for what you think is not only right but wrong?  The thoughts of these swine have taken over and I'll be ****** to see it take me.  Take my arms, my legs, and my voice but I'd rather die before you try to stop me from thinking twice.
Hank Roberts Jul 2011
The words come out wrong,
at the wrong place and time.
When life races, after long
You'll sing this little song
When the fires in the sky,
oceans cover mountains,
and Prayer can't fix your sin,
You will have to try.
You're out there now,
After the muttered vows
You start to wonder why
He just keeps you aside
Hank Roberts Jul 2011
Hellopoetry, what's with charging?
I can't believe it hardly.
For once I could put my love,
somewhere to express.
It's like I'm standing on an edge
and you decide to shove.
Next page