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Harry Roberts Sep 2017
Respire,
I'm made of Fire.
From the soul
To the flesh.

Then In turn the soil,
Any who breath leave -
A timer, we're set to spoil.
So I won't walk with hesitation.

I'll live life without reservation,
Follow the brick road I chose.
My life's mine not a Gamble
Neither a game i can't lose.

If I chose right
Turn to what's good,
Turn to the light
I won't bruise.

But past hurt
And present optimism fuse.
The futures bright
But only if fate and ourselves
Choose right.

Burn and burn brighter
Learn and become a fighter.

Fire,
Life's Fury fueled
From respiration.
Live and don't burn out
Before expiration.
"Fire in Your Breath"
Couldn't choose a title...
  Sep 2017 Harry Roberts
Matthew Vargas
Slow breaths mixed with secret smiles.
A galaxy of stars over our heads
The planets align in our hearts
We float through the milky way.
With total ease, just you and me
Me and you, leaving this world out of the blue.
We soar past the meteor belt
Far past Jupiter, whizzing by Neptune
Soon the beauty of our universe is gone.
and again,
its just you and me.
At the edge of our celestial body
Harry Roberts Sep 2017
Just one bite.
I won't waste it.
Just one taste,
I won't fight it.

Just me here,
A prize for a king.
Have no fear,
I'll fit like a ring.

I want you
Not to sound crass.
Or lack class,
But treat me ceremoniously,
Like Mass.

I can make a half whole,
Missing puzzle piece for your soul.
To see the diamonds rise from coal.
Rising right out from depressions hold.
Harry Roberts Sep 2017
Tossed and tossed aside,
You held me - cast me away,
In the swell, lost in the sway.

Fate has a cutthroat way
And we are held in her say.
And she plays, while our price we pay.

She Calculates while in
Endeavours lust we are lost.
She sees while we disindergrate.

My hates only love I can't
Intergrate.
I'm more than what was left
And I know more than what was
Right.

I'll just scream
Sing
And cry.

I won't die,
Fall
I'll fly.

I'll be more than what
Was left.
Life from ashes not left bereft.
Rising from the Ashes.
A poem about becoming stronger and working with Fate.
  Sep 2017 Harry Roberts
Deedee
As I Sit beside this lonely tree
I count my blessings one, two, three
Looking up to into the branches
I Close my eyes and think about my chances
For a moment a glimmer of light
Perhaps I can have what I want in sight
Dark clouds loom in the background beginning to spiral around
Rain begins to fall
But the tree still stands tall
What it would be like to be this tree
To stand there so strong and free
Harry Roberts Sep 2017
All the fuel you poured on me,
I wouldn't  burn,
In just the same way you will not learn.

You didn't just take me,
You tamed me.
A lion like fire
You chiselled me to size.

I'm left prim,
but still no ones prize
And I despise how
My eyes turned from gold
To green.

How I went from a sight
To being unseen.
How you made me cold,
Feel deranged and act mean.
How I dimmed before a light I thought was brighter.

Now on a path much lighter,
How thought and remembrances
Make my heart that much tighter.
But in life to live one must be a fighter.

I can burn
Like the sun,
Learn the universe
And become one.

I can move beyond
All that's bound me,
I can be fond
Someone else found me.
  Sep 2017 Harry Roberts
Deedee
You've had a hard day
Let me rub your shoulders and take the tension away

Let me run my hands over your body
Your mind is a haze, blurry and foggy
Let me  give you some of my light
Let me take your worries from sight

For the power that runs through my blood
Past down through generations of love
Will heal and guide you, will rejuvenate and ignite you

Light-worker by no choice of my own
Only by blood alone

So come now and sit
Watch me as I conjure the spirit
I'll let you in on this, my secret
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