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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.
Hank Roberts Sep 2016
These words are all I have
to groove a rhythm to
even if rhythm is passed date
I'll throw a stab before my doom.

All at once, nothing at all
nothing at once or not once at all
trying to go out to get in
we met when you entered
to leave an emerging exit.
Hank Roberts Mar 2017
These little lines formed,
to make familiar
symbols, so my brain
can recognize and not forget
to pick up the milk
from the store,
are the only things I can
handle now.
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 Dec 2014
There are usually dreary
days in  Erie but you,
my fathers parents,
never fail to make me smile though
our distance is marked in miles
Hank Roberts Apr 2016
The distance is far too great, I fear.
It's eating me alive like a comet
entering our atmosphere .
I'm gonna be too small by the time I hit
even if I'm bigger than
earth itself.
Hank Roberts Aug 2017
Ain't no one trying to be true.
no more I'm hiding my blue.
just once, try someone's stew,
and you might get a clue.
these words are long overdue.

Stews simmer, hieroglyphs are forever.
Form them carefully together
because someone who's clever
will sever them forever.
Don't let your tongue become leather.
Hank Roberts Aug 2014
We'd rather plug our
brains with ice and show
the world our hubris
without thinking twice
rather than pondering
afflicted voluntary
motions that have failed so many.
Hank Roberts Feb 2013
It's that time when all
the 20th century people die and
when the congressmen and senators
do not pick up the phone while the citizen
barbarians aren't dialing a retreat and looting
every major bank, grocery, purse,
pocket, wallet, and electronic device, shooting
their way through the movie lines
so they don't have to camp out for three days
to get tickets to see how to fight guns with guns,
war with war, and fire with fire.
Stand your ground, your neighbor might be up to
some crime even if they have halos
on their heads during the full moon on Friday the 13th.
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.
Hank Roberts Nov 2012
Depression is a freight
train derailing, taking an entire rain forest down
whoever thought sleep could
not last long enough?

Grim language, especially answers
on channels two four six and eight
my corneas want
to come out

Labeling is wrong.
They labeled me wrong.
They say I'm a man,
I'm an indentured person.

I even tried to vanish
into the night so they wouldn't find me
too bad my voice
is too **** loud
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.
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
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
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
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.
Hank Roberts Mar 2016
the wind pulled as my
companion tonight. it ain't
blistering cold, either way,
I never fold,
no matter how old
I grow. I'm to be bold,
obstruct and hold.
All that's told, all is sold.
I even thought the moon
was full. Then I cried wool
that only a fool could
burn with coal.
Hank Roberts Apr 2015
she ties my shoestrings
together. so my feet don't go
independently. while I try to
waltz her musical score
of rests through a series of
misfires from an amygdala,
who thought it knew the
best way to handle
California droughts.
instead, arm hairs burned up
and only a melanoma
of false hope traveled.
skin to heart, to brain but you
nestled in a tender gluteal spot.
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
Hank Roberts Sep 2010
I wanted in. I knew what they wanted. What I wanted was what they want.

The voices grew loud. Mine stayed low.  I was mentally lost.

I climbed in. The car sped away.  Squealing tires as we went.  

In the grass, was a mark from a rock.  The granite went and crashed in the window.  

Feet first I meant.  But I fell. Going head first, down and in.

Head spinning. I climbed behind a box.  Fearing my fall was heard.

Seemed like ages.  I moved swift.  Found the safe behind "Starry Night".

Cracked the code.  I heard voices. Crack! I grab the stash and run.  

Their voices I heard were not whispers.  The front door I went.

Creaking, open the door.  It was safe to say, I was free.

I found the others. They ran at me.  They had all sorts of arms.  

Down the alley. Found the wood and charged. I climbed up the tall oak tree.

I saw them stop.  They were looking around.  They stopped and muttered about.  

One looked up. I froze in a spot.  He points and they all shoot.  

The tree was hit, Holes were in the trees. I was hit but I had a plan.

The diamond was big and bright. Bleeding heavily, I forced it down.  

I fell far. Down and down I went.  Landing down in front of the men.  

In the bag I looked.  Saw nothing.  Wondered.  We all stopped and walked away.

Few weeks later, I was walking. To the death spot, this is not the first.

I saw crows picking at the corpse.  Then I saw a shimmer.

I hurried over. My eyes had to play tricks on me.  

I looked down and saw.  It was everything everyone wanted.
Hank Roberts Mar 2013
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Hank Roberts Aug 2014
In this dream I cannot
even read my own decrees
that have become the wrinkles
of my brain in actuality because
the steamroll of life is comin'
to try and smooth them out but
it ain't big and yellow with
no flashing lights. It's not thoughtful
enough to tell their labor fee.
When night paints black on the moon
a dig toward the tunnel below
the rock and the hard place will be
my way out like how leaves wave
hello in the wind during fall while
they try and remember
the branches from which the fell.
It's their last descent
as the sun walks them home.
Hank Roberts Aug 2010
My Eyes are suddenly open,
Late at Night
Early Morning,
They Certainly aren't droopin'.

My mind is racin' and loopin',
on this phone
with this girl,
You understand, me not hopin'.

Whether it's my problems
Or even us
now or later,
But after all these gremlins.

I'll be grateful that you,
were here, there
to talk, to listen,
and to set me through.

I walk to the lake,
skip the rocks
and to hope,
were everything but fake.
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 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.
Hank Roberts Aug 2010
Why are you...
Watching, waiting
listening
to what's next
Hurrying, planning
ignoring
all that is life

judging, measuring
cursing
future events
Wanting, lusting
discovering
life's ease

Forgetting, obtaining
creating
easy methods
concerning, jesting
hurting
everything around

seeing
but unknowing
the broken man
hearing
but ignoring
the cry for help

Becoming, uprising
achieving
what you are
seeking, craving
loving
forgot the words

believing, earning
deciding
on the unknown
building, uncovering
Yearning
the old passages

Touching
but not grasping
our ideas
Crying
can't understand
why it's you
Hank Roberts Feb 2017
Winter's summer night is
Mother nature's one night
stand.
Just a tease, flashes
just a sparkle of the
light in her eyes, until she
lays vengeance.
Now, let's take the weights off.
No more talk of superstition,
no more pressure.  
There's no more strength
to bare anything, anymore,
anyway.
Just lay on the floor.
Let's just flip records.
Forget about before.
Hold my mind, close our eyes,
before no time
commits its crime.
Hank Roberts Aug 2010
In the dim of light,
She was sitting.
So pretty, so kind.
Can't get her off,
any part of my mind.

Her words were quiet,
and I won't forget,
on this scorching day,
When her mind first,
Came my way.  

Was half past three
When she walked
Into the sunlight.
From then on, she's
never out of sight.

She lives down on Queen
It suits her well, as she,
Invites me over now
Loves a ship with her,
except without a bow
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

— The End —