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Harry Roberts Aug 2017
The world is close to shattering.
Tyrants, Heartless Pychopaths -
Lead the world to volcanic ends.

Where the pressure builds,
Heat rises, Volume increases.
The Chamber cannot take it,
It overflows.

And the fauna gets burnt, Dead,
The flora - Ashes.
& the people consume.

Consume until consumed,
Devoured completely.
And they themselves are
To Blame.

We burn to embers
With the cinders,
Ashes left,
All that's left?

We had sight,
But blind with flase promises.
Blinded by fright,
But remember,
Darkness is blinded in the light.

Paths taken -
Others lost.
When you turn
What's the cost?
En route
Harry Roberts Aug 2017
Body blistered
Mouth aflame.
Lies like Serpents,
Slither in the mouths of
Those to blame.

Tame
The inferno,
But lost in pain.
Rivers of blood,
I choose to maim.
Harry Roberts Aug 2017
Sun
Moon
Spirit
& Fire.

I awaken, sliver light slivers
In slashes stark against skin.

I burn in the night
A Sun awakened by moonlight.

I am consumed completely,
Devoured deliciously,
The moon won't sustain
The sun it has awoken.

But the cycle continues
Caught in what I saught
& love how no one
"Day" is the same.

Life reminds me I'm sane
But I remember to ensure I live.

I remember to ensure I forgive,
Love and cleanse my pain.

Sun
Moon
Spirit
& Fire,

Love in myself
My health
sparked true desire.

Eased, forget -
But am I pleased.

Life is what you make -
Happiness - I found for my own sake.

Moonlight  Sunlight
Shared in duality,
Happiness -
You shape your own
World in reality.
I personally like this poem. Perseverance, Love, Life, Forgiveness.
Harry Roberts Aug 2017
Silky black fur,
He shined with silver flecks in the light.
Golden stray patch an inch on your paw.
How I wondered, a Black Labrador with a golden patch on his paw.

I have no recollection of your arrival.
You always was.
Spike, with the silver spikes on his black collar.

My friend when I didn't  understand what friendship was.
Maybe a tutor in compassion,
Would be what you always was.
To my first Dog.
)O(
Harry Roberts Aug 2017
Can I fold your clothes?
Like I fold my opinion
Into smaller and smaller
Fragments of thought.

Can I hold your hand?
Without you sinking
In quicksand.
Left with noughts

No crosses, no kisses?
I'd thank God but he left me
But if not, only to test me.
And I can't find myself.

I can't deduce the deluded
Chaos of this Labryinth.

But I can try,
Die.
Fail or fly.
Harry Roberts Aug 2017
All your love, but you didn't want me,
How you haunt me.
Kiss me and **** me you still taunt me.

My river stagnant,
Still -
A mockery of tranquil.

Suspended till I descend
How from reality you transcend.
Harry Roberts Aug 2017
It's not what you took
Or what you left with
It's the skeletons that remain.

Rotting flesh,
Carcass & bone.

Mud, Blood
&
Cold hard stone.

It's the Art of Apathy
And how you embrace
Emptiness like a hidden lover.
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