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491 · Sep 2011
Henry's Voice
Hank Roberts Sep 2011
The trees circle,
‘round my head,
Thinking of the things
You say:
“From mountain high,
down at the base,
there they are,
tiny dancers!
Lights are spinning,
Time to jump for joy,
No better time,
To see.
When the pool,
Tells your hour,
You know precisely you’re
In line.
Everything can’t
Be defined or,
Life would be a tent with
No circus”
488 · Oct 2013
loose rhyme
Hank Roberts Oct 2013
I lost my lines, I took in stride
I always cried when i lied, luckily i didn't
die and serve time.

I lost my words, let loose like birds
If what I heard isn't absurd then
maybe it shouldn't occur.

I could only shovel, I grew stubble
You tried to trap me in a double bubble
and I popped it. You're left with only rubble.

I adjusted before I rusted
earn trust and not lust and you'll
be free from the bust in the dust
486 · Dec 2010
Cara's Haiku
Hank Roberts Dec 2010
I'm never too cold
Smoking Cigarettes
In the cold with you
483 · Aug 2010
Untitled III
Hank Roberts Aug 2010
Times are strange
so are the arranged
Folks just cannot wait
for a better date

Hustle and Bustle of unknowing truth
Yelling and insolence are not on the mind
Those words are spoken as tradtion

Morals are forgotten
Capitals the marker
Relations are closed
even if you proposed

The lack of insight
will lead a fight
those that are nice
are forced to scrap

Wrestle the winds that hold you back
Only embrace what your mind can bring
bare only what you heart can suffer

Gentleman crossed
all the woman lost
everything they had
minds were all blurring

we inhaled the lies
and told you not to cry
but to hold your ties
to check away the sighs

My thoughts are my words
my words are placed aside
while I try to look inside
483 · Dec 2016
burn hydrogen
Hank Roberts Dec 2016
It'll be fine if you call me
beautiful just once more or
even if you just said
hello. The sun will still
burn hydrogen and
I'll get through the night.
There ain't no moon to
guide a tide, nothing my
flow can't ride.
482 · Jan 2017
Earth
Hank Roberts Jan 2017
I guess the metal is
bound leaf like.
I'm the bubbles
of the rift, quickly formed
and quickly done.
Air inside happens only so long,
I can escape to the
chromium metal,
ask the snakes,
see if they are having
a time while pollution
is apartheid.
Apartheid is man made.
The earth isn't prejudice,
the earth don't judge,
while erasing all of this
from history.
474 · Jan 2012
The Head and Tail
Hank Roberts Jan 2012
We were in the midst of the mossy oak
with some old bloke, my money was broke.
The moonlight tried to
guide us through but to no avail.
The man was pale even before we set sail.
We were the head and he was the tail
of the old coin no one
wanted to keep around their home; just in malls
Standing in the hall only knowin' how to stall
the onset of everything that's to fall.
The phone's always close to await the call
hopefully later than sooner.
His ghostly countenance eclipse
the cloud and moon, through the oak
one could never mistake sights of ghosts.
469 · Oct 2011
The Ride
Hank Roberts Oct 2011
Maybe with the tears
we shed, the trees will grow;
may the earth as well.
we see what goes up
and down and around.  Through
the smoke we can hardly see,
but it's just part
of the ride.
When we're off the ride, the tales
shine with new light.  
The world as we know
changes with just one hint
of inspired intuition.
So many songs to hear,
too much knowledge to learn;
outside ourselves, when
we don't even know
inside ourselves.  
We see the sky as blue,
the grass as green and
life as grey.
but somewhere else we hope
life is different
in some other way.
With the tears that fall
may the process of
adaption; never let
us stall.
The road we paved
is ugly and fray, but the
future spins and rocks,
into a path that's  
wary, winding, and
not negotiable.
467 · Aug 2010
Untitled
Hank Roberts Aug 2010
Where’s the love I forever knew? That walked so tenderly on this plane. I saw it go down like a sunset escaping the sky. With hopes of resurrection I saw it burn and burn.

Sadness in caretaker’s eyes, resentment in tranquility. Tides come to make anew. Only for us to stay troublesome. I’ve relinquished my hate and capsulated my love. I am a lone trudgen that slowly crawls.

Hangin’ on by my developments, I hear the hopes of me, but cannot pursue. My sanctuary clashes happiness, but relapse in melancholy deep inside.

Is it the taste I sadly commit to? My mishaps, so dear that I even know not of. Why can love be so fake and hate so real. My brothers make all audacities hesitate. I feel the pain, but plunge undoubtedly inside.

Was it your departure that I crawl? Or was it me divulging through this mess. I cannot bare my stance. It seems all to routine and blunder some. Why cant simplicity embark our voyages?

Your expression dwindles with your sin. You give in excess, but take all until the end.

My mind suddenly sees, but for you only to read. Why can’t my company cause your fire? Why is our memories fogged by this current alignment?

Why must I plunge down to the bottom of every sea. Why can’t I float upon the masses? What drives our scene must be taken and smashed.

I embraced the earth as if a heartily hug. As I feel with you a bashful tug.

As I stare to the welcoming sea, I see a new set of eyes gaze at my shining light.
Hank Roberts Oct 2011
She can't pin me down,
her face ain't
smile nor grin
She had the look of
sin. Oh how she
pulled it off.
She coughs
and they're
all around. Nothing's wrong
she fools those
devils. I know
all too well;
For in the
morning
my pockets are
crisp and clean.
Sweet and blonde,
her eyes; they'll
stare through your
heart
She can't pin me down,
For I know, all too well
460 · Aug 2010
Sleep
Hank Roberts Aug 2010
Oh my forgotten sleep
Why do you remain so deep?
You keep me up of late
Why do you steady me in this state?
Even when I count sheep
Why do you curse me without sleep?
As I lay with a blank mind
When's the last time you've been kind?
It seems like endless ages
Why keep me locked in these cages?
Just wanting to see my dream
why act thoughtlessly supreme
The More and More I want to sleep
You go farther and farther deep
457 · Oct 2011
Title Doesn't Matter
Hank Roberts Oct 2011
You're stuck in this old soul,
not sure which
road to venture down.
Although some are
clear and safe.
The road with
thunder and lighting is often
the way to go.
It's all your eggs in
one basket;
but you're left  
with just the one.
You think yourself
a martyr but all in all you're
just killing yourself.
You're not ahead
of your time one bit,
You're long
passed it.
457 · Aug 2010
The Heart Bridge
Hank Roberts Aug 2010
As we come across rivers
rough, easy, or deadly streams
All we can really do is shiver
Because nothing is what it seems

However you decide to cross
let the wind whisper in your ears
Look down at the soft green moss
stop your senses from your fears

It doesn't matter who you are
The heart Bridge doesn't discriminate
Makes you feel like a shining star
But may lead you to unstable fates

The mountain tops we can't see
Will be a tough precarious climb
at the top is where we all want to be
Going hastily, forgetting the leisure time

Why not the easy slow pace
Observe and listen all around
Catch all the surrounding faces
Capture everything that makes a sound

The Heart Bridge is tough to cross
You'll hear words of kindness
You'll feel like nothings at loss
After you cross you'll feel timeless
455 · Feb 2012
Almost Too Light
Hank Roberts Feb 2012
I know my words aren't fleeting
     to your heart straight away, it's
         these words that lure around
  You said write something sweet
       --Your hair is hot
             Then I was caught--
        You're sweeter than mary jane.  
Music flows-the river too. All
     the lyrics we know diffuse
        To the knowledge of one--Ours
   both together, hopefully forever
            Love is light; almost too light--
         Even enough to blind
    --Oh, I don't mind
454 · May 2011
It's a Small House
Hank Roberts May 2011
It’s a small house, gotta be swift,
Or, else you’ll get pricked,
Through that backdoor
For the final time

It’s a small town, gotta be quick
Or else you’ll get hit
To cross broken floors
When you did no crime

There’s no time, must be haste
Here, it’s all face to face,
You can’t even try to change
This peculiar race.
Hank Roberts Jan 2011
It was early on this
Saturday. It was snowy,
and the sun was out.
Still I can see it,
The sun through the trees,
Shining off the bright
White in the window frame.
Too bright for a picture,
Merely for the eyes to see.
Nature's not blind in this gleam,
Everyday she flirts and teases,
With these eyes that ,
Gaze out the window frame.

It was early on this,
Saturday. The trees
were bare, trying to
Keep warm, now that the
leaves are gone. Miles
and miles I can see through
these trees. Only when
The sun's not as bright,
It almost seems the
Sun is trying to keep
This secret away from me.
451 · Aug 2010
Alone Like..
Hank Roberts Aug 2010
lone like the light in a dark room
Is there anything that's in view?
My chances are just going to doom
Nothing in this light can leave a clue

Even if the sunshine lights upon me
It's just not enough to make me see
Life is not what others make it to be
Change the world with universal deeds

Alone like happiness in tragedies
Can anyone see the catastrophe?
The world I can't describe with certainty
Remember what you give is what you receive
Wish you luck when you decide to deceive

Even if happiness leaps into me
I'll always want something more to be
Nothing is nothing until it is seen
Change the world with universal deeds

Alone like peace during the wars
After it all, what is its ultimate cost?
To bad you can't just take off and soar
Although like life, not trying to be lost
450 · Oct 2014
Jot Sketch 2
Hank Roberts Oct 2014
she melted when she shared
her heart and head with
all the beautiful people that
made the ground swirl, and
the trees brighten up
444 · Oct 2013
Up down In and Out
Hank Roberts Oct 2013
Even if recovery seems upside
Down and coming down becomes an
Upright high flying kite because
There is no time for relapse
When you're sent to the passed.
It's not a total loss when your
Socks's outs are in and the ins are out
But when you're left with your insides
Out and all the outside in, there
Ain't any kind of win.
441 · Oct 2012
The Painter's Piece
Hank Roberts Oct 2012
I can inhabit white
walls. I've survived  
crackers and loss before.
What is stopping me now?
The world is a white wall.
Minds are white walls.
Potential are all white walls.
We're all white walls,
well at least at first anyway.
Add the dark colors first
or the accents won't show.
Meaning's lost in this piece.
Hank Roberts Sep 2011
No doubt my love’s great
No one in the world can see
To me You’re the moon
438 · Oct 2010
love VII
Hank Roberts Oct 2010
she wears this mask
so divine behind it
How I want to tell her
I lover her so
But I know, it
will get me nowhere

Somehow I think  
she knows my fatal
secret.  She hides the
fact I love her so.  I can't
understand why I love her.
All I know she's not mine
437 · Sep 2010
Walking Along
Hank Roberts Sep 2010
While I’ m walking along
I wonder where we belong

Why is it I, who sees the light?
Why is it you, who loves a fight?

While I’m walking along
It’s you that I forever long

Why do you seek the one
That is forever gone?

While I’m walking along
you alway say I’m wrong

I lie in and bed and often wonder
Why is it me the one left to ponder?

While I’m walking along
I just want to sing you a song

I sit and gaze upon our actions
while nobody scolds the factions

While I’m walking along
It’s you and I that should prolong

Why is it so hard to dare a dream
Who wants to work and redeem?

While I’m walking along
It appears I am not as strong

when you’re sure to know it all
You will surely be the one to fall

When you’re acting big and tall
No one will give a friendly call
436 · Aug 2010
I thought We Were moving
Hank Roberts Aug 2010
I thought we were moving
your words were soft and soothing

You looked so **** pretty
like the lights of New York City

When the lights go out
I can feel this drought

I thought we were moving
my mood is not improving

I would not feel this shame
if i knew you felt the same

Only if had feelings
As we lay, looking at the ceiling

I thought we were moving
I don't think our feelings are approving
Hank Roberts Apr 2011
She picks her poison
and she picks it well.
Doesn't matter which
she thinks it's swell.
One day it'll hit her hard
Then, from me, she'll be barred.
She thinks of nothing but her,
It's all for her own sake.
Even the fact that she's
nothing but a lousy fake.
Her mind won't ever wake
No matter what the stakes.
She picks her poison
and she picks it well.
432 · Nov 2014
Lessons (edit !)
Hank Roberts Nov 2014
There's sewage in the waters,
there's cancer in the stew,
we spin in our chairs like fools
and wait for the car to stop burning
happiness out of everything.

There's issues in the sandy caves,
There's civil unrest between unsettled
neighboring differences even though
we just let the LED light command
our gaze and let us think it's enough.

There's buried brave men whose
fights are left in vain. The lost
lessons of history are gone with
the victors and the flesh
filled cannon craters.

There's a team of building blocks
who surround the men
of business suites with business
suites so they're not uncomfortable
negotiating the end of the old.

There's unknown DNA swimming
in the oil and misled incentive
intentions gliding from Doric
to Corinthian pillars then back to
the Ionic style passing law.
431 · Mar 2011
Two Days Since I've Slept
Hank Roberts Mar 2011
It’s been two days since I’ve slept and
I think they’re coming to get me.  They
come for your money and spend it
On things you would never waste
Your money on.  

Walking the streets in the early
morning or late at night, whichever one,
There was somebody following me
up to my apartment steps, I hurried,
Inside, I was safe.

My house is burning down, down
to the poor old ground. Memories
never dissipate.  Then I froze in my spot,
It couldn’t be! I have to forever
Leave this place.

Burning burning all around here,
Not just my home. All the rebels up
in smoke! There’s got to be a revolt!
There’s got to be more in life than,
all this war.

But it’s this night, this brisk cloudy
night, I heard a cry for freedom;
a shout for each other. Of course
they’ll lie, they’re not the ones
that are dying.

Where to go, where to hide,
Nobody really knows.  Pack
together tight to prove our rights!
Democracy, ruled not by the people,
just, some people.  

Down the street holding hands,
Everyone who wants this change,
Ask more questions, nevertheless,
they’ll always try win no matter how
hard we try.

Here’s our chance to make an
impact, take the country, turn
it to a new direction.  It’s coming.
Who’s going to be the first to do
anything about it?
426 · Apr 2011
There's Nothing Like Home
Hank Roberts Apr 2011
There's nothing like home
unless you're there and,
there's nothing like home.

Dream of nothing else ,
But nothing else,
That feeling of home.

Always on the run,
Runnin' from something
you just don't know.

Only so far to go
To only go so far
Until you're back at home.

It's after this far
You start to see, Home
Where you never see.

There's nothing like home
Unless you're there and,
There's nothing like home.
424 · Aug 2010
Sitting Under the Sun
Hank Roberts Aug 2010
Sitting under the sun
trying to find some fun
Will you join my scheme?
Give me the chance to make a gleam

The words were similar to mine
with you around, it'll all be fine
Only time will tell us how
But now, I can only say wow

Will you join my scheme?
Give me the chance to make you gleam
As the sun does everyday
making way for life and its way

All I ask is that you stay
Don't ever leave me astray
Our words could speak together
Making us lighter then feathers

The words were similar to mine
With you around, It'll all be fine
Your eyes are bluer then the sea
If you don't leave, I'll never flee
Hank Roberts Aug 2010
I don't know what drives the flame
From years ago, it feels the same

From my mind to my actions
I look and see all the transactions
it is all derived from the same factions

I feel as if I'm the one to blame
Even though I'm told not to claim

I don't know what drives the flame
From years ago, it feels the same

Everything that has been uttered
Leaves me in the dark to only mutter
Talking with your insolence, you never stutter

I've tried helplessly to bury
What has been often so scary

I don't know what drives the flame
From years ago, it feels the same

When I think we've come so far
Everything seems to be, just under par
I will always wait, with my door ajar

Forever I will always wonder and wait
Hoping that our time is not too late

I don't know what drives the flame
From years ago, it feels the same
421 · Aug 2010
Untitled IV
Hank Roberts Aug 2010
The white line races past
My eyes steady and try to cast
Everything blurs and ties
Even the horizon can fool the wise

we were the ones pushed and shun
Architects pieces crumbled and done
This can only be nature's pun

dream of screams and cry for lies
Who's destined to fall and die
Who's pulled and dragged for the climb

Only darkness from the sun
All our hearts weigh a ton
Changing the world
after the initial twirl

All our sources are drained
If everybody is blamed
How can we redeem and claim?

When our traces are sought
and when everything is lost
We stayed and what was the cost?

Through mistrust, and our father's guns
all that is left is the fabricated sun
416 · Aug 2010
Untitled II
Hank Roberts Aug 2010
When I find a place
to go and hide away
I'll call your name
To come my way

Would you hide away?
So far away?
Entranced in Love
You'll hide away?

Why can't we go
escape the madness
Hide far away
and feel our love

Is it my heart
That drives you
and sets you
on your way?

"I'll go" you said
but your minds lead
and i can't get through
to talk to you

I found my place
to go and hide away
I call your name
to come my way

I'm so alone today
I can hardly bare
my heart can only tare
With your lack of care

My body dwindles
as yours swindles
your lips lie
and your eyes close

I found a place
To go hide away
I call your name
But you just remain
415 · Apr 2015
Academic Walk
Hank Roberts Apr 2015
I have memories here.
The purple flowers
and the "L" tree where I touched
your hair softly and you told
me to stop because I was
only supposed to give you
a heart murmur when there's
no one else left. Now, that the
clocks tick the time,
my arms are not that strong.
Grandfather needs to be
over wound so there might be
a chance somehow
407 · Sep 2010
Solitude
Hank Roberts Sep 2010
Under the sun I saw,
what made my heart jump.
The girl I saw in white
My heart leaped into the light

Words I wish I'd spoke
Float around my head now
It Wouldn't matter what I'd say
I'd still be entirely far away

I look over to see the smile
When at night, brightens the world
this twinkle in her eyes
wants me to go and fly

Only in this solitude
I watch the sun go down
The trees slowly away they go
With feelings I can only bestow

My world melts around me
even the grass before my feet
When I let me feelings unwind
My love is much harder to find
400 · Aug 2010
Too Much
Hank Roberts Aug 2010
I thought these feelings surpassed
In reality they never collapsed
I want to drop it all and take a chance
But it's he who holds your stance

Drop it all and fly with me
you'll never be happier, you'll see
You're everything I want it to be
All this is like a rough sea

I feel this definite connection
Such a natural selection
All the mean that affects you
Hurts me to the heart too

I stay up late at night
When there is no more light
Thinking of everything we said
Wishing mutual feelings weren't dead
396 · Jan 2013
Untitled
Hank Roberts Jan 2013
You can make your pockets
more extensive when you run out
of pocket.  You can raise your ceiling
with wood and nails while I wear pants
with holes and live below sea-level.  

You can bail out and mail out
free of charge. You can even speed
all you want down the highway, cops
know your license plate from heart by now.  
You took mine on the spot, you
said you smelled *** and had dogs in the truck.
I said, "****"

I've been passed my luck, missed
Noah's rainbows by only one
mark. You're the power behind luck
and create your own *** of gold.
That's my money too man.  I settle for
the turkey and ham dust
after your slicer has had its run.
396 · Nov 2013
Orange Tree II
Hank Roberts Nov 2013
She is like the orange
tree that fades into the mist
when it goes away I got no
doubts her leaves will remain
the same, next time around.  
Forgetting the sound of her name
is hearing the mime comment because
he knows that's the only way
she can know the sound of my heart
when I lay down beside her.
395 · Aug 2010
Mother
Hank Roberts Aug 2010
I wish I could forget those words
you said on the telephone

You hurt me with your tone
why do you make me feel so alone

I just wanted to show my mind
But I, to you, appear blind

I wanted to hide my frustration
To keep my interpretations

Trying to say the right thing
May not be the best way to sing
You try and hide my tears
All you bring is fears

My madness is on a new wave
That I used to refuse to crave

You cannot even hide your lies
You'll even tell me twice

Why can't our love be forever more
All this hurts me to the core

We have the world between us
All we can do is fuss

I've tried to give you my heart
the most important part
you give me your sigh
and I am left to cry
390 · Feb 2011
Light of Day
Hank Roberts Feb 2011
Happiest is the Robin,
during the wintertime.
When it comes, gracefully
it leaves; memories are summer

Summer is the timid fox
in the midst of the sun
The time comes, he's gone
horribly. You'll always forget

Listen to the robin sing,
on the cold winter days
Never mind the fox
Standing in the way of light.
386 · Sep 2011
Long Years
Hank Roberts Sep 2011
I haven’t seen you in years,
Those scarred and tampered eyes
            tells me, pain is near.
      Red and bloodshot,
   bitten down nails,
      cig pale,
Stress.
      Outside,
   at the park,
      you seem so dark.
    The sun turns away,
Your hair sure does look nice
After all of these long years.
376 · Feb 2015
you know
Hank Roberts Feb 2015
I like to sleep in my street
Clothes because it
Reminds me of when
You told you'd meet me
On the run but held me at
A choice that you knew
I would never make because
I love you too much to give
You turmoil but just enough
To tell you that being ignored
And lied to makes my
Arteries squirt some blood at you
375 · May 2012
A little Something
Hank Roberts May 2012
There's nothing more to see
but you and your red pants. You see
half the pie though there's more in the fridge.
The birds fly south for the winter
and you do as well but return on the
first sun of May.  You said cry your
eyes on the wind but why not
upon your breath? It's hard to see
you sink through mist especially
when I forget the words
that would make the wind guide you here
373 · Nov 2016
Untitled
Hank Roberts Nov 2016
see yourself before someone else.
know some verses before you
dry your eyes. Before the
wind blows, allow all to be,
all to be as they want to see.
371 · Mar 2011
Untitled
Hank Roberts Mar 2011
I'm speaking for you, and not me,
When you're blue, and he doesn't see,
you're down on the ground in puddles of tears.

You're submerged in fears, come here,
I'll make it clear, oh my dear,
He'll remember your smile when you're gone  

Don't be a pawn, not in this game,
The pawn at dawn isn't the same
Put on the crown and relight your flame.
369 · Dec 2013
Everything
Hank Roberts Dec 2013
How can I write when everything
wants to jump off my tongue
all at once in a never ending loop
of promising lines, **** ups, and give ups?
364 · Apr 2013
Our Night
Hank Roberts Apr 2013
If I had any brains I would just kiss
you already but I'm worried it'll interfere
with the John Lennon faces we drew
in the cold swirl of snow, the night
we had no home but a couple
turkey and banana subs.
We had food for thought with
no place to go, with a vision, hanging,
melted in the black sky, of Alice
finding her own way home
by going under the bricks of the wall
and following the rabbit through.
358 · Sep 2014
Share
Hank Roberts Sep 2014
I'm going away,
down to the place where
they drum the circle
and put motors on
feet and hips.
Down to where the fire
is my jacket and love
hand in hand with harmony,
is my fleeced inside.
I'm going away to where
the glitter princess and her
fairies sprinkle us with happy
dust to lift the downs we have found.
352 · Dec 2015
Retaliation
Hank Roberts Dec 2015
we need another
retaliation in the
Luther King way
Fire for fire leads
to nowhere quick
Jesus wouldn't be
anything if his
fists went flying
after the lashings
352 · Jan 2015
healing
Hank Roberts Jan 2015
when your plane gets lost
over Malaysia, don't come
running to me with your blood

and tears in your hands. I already
have a trunk full of it and
it's really hard to pawn because

I seem to be the only one
who knows how to lick your
wounds shut even if

it is after the New Year
when the winter strikes
again and makes us shiver.
351 · Dec 2010
Where they Stand
Hank Roberts Dec 2010
From all of these,
Thoughts and things.
It's his love that
sings.

He heard her voice,
in the air.
He turned back to
stare.

She was standing,
here and there.
Beauty no matter
where.

Thought his senses
were so clear,
staring with his
fears.  

She's a graceful
butterfly.
She can also
fly.

He always chased
her away.
Today's a new,
Day!

In the air, there's
Something new.
The word of love's
here.

He walked up close,
grabbed her hand.
Now, here's where they
stand.
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