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Harry Roberts Sep 2017
Sand and the stone -
Water and the ice.
Flames before the inferno
And Air breathing Life.

The mud, stone
Thy Earthly Flesh,
The sand and swamps
Deserts and Rain forests.

The Permafrost (not so permanent),
The artic and antartic
The seas.
The waters dancing and
Ice standing still.
The molecules,
Not the state.

The Sun and
Swimming magma,
All the stars of the universes.
The Fire in our breath
And passion to live.

The Air fuels life
And protects whilst oxidising.
Suspended in the Air,
Energy scatters like dust in the wind.

Fade away only to be made whole.
A soul.
Born of Ash
From extinguished death pyres.
Love
)o(
Harry Roberts Sep 2017
Satiate your need,
Take a bite
Just feed.
Life pour from me like
A river.

Just breathe life into
Death again,
You fell, left rotted,
Rose from the ashes
And left Death besotted.

Phoenix, fly and
Burn free like fire.
Tame your flame
But freed to burst
Forth from the frame.
First poem back from Corfu
Harry Roberts Sep 2017
His sisters
Love,
His misters lost.
**** tease,
Is **** the cost.

Please tell me
I'm kinda ******* lost
And is my soul the cost.

Don't call me - I'm *****,
Dumb *** always flirty,
Guess I got what was coming
The feeling of degradation when
He was *******.

Don't satiste me with words
That float like birds
In air, they're meaningless.
They're never there.

I can't be me
In the presence of you
I'm just a doll ,
Just a beach for you to
Take a stroll.

Just lost justice and cold,
Sinister soul soled
For like clay for him to
Mould
While I rot like the foulest
Mould.
Cost
Harry Roberts Sep 2017
You
The tide and
The under ******
Pulled under and
You couldn't guess.

Guess you're gutless
And without guilt,
You fall and the
Dominos in unison.

You couldn't handle the cold
Or be left strong enough to hold
And it's truly bold how you leave,
Like a leaf wrapped in gold.

And I couldn't be me
So I became you
Lost the tide and the sea
Lost in depression blue.

But I guess I'm not you,
Can't wither with the yew.
Reincarnate, a joke:
I'm just left with you.
Corfu
Harry Roberts Sep 2017
The sun and the sea
I float above care
Corfu and his beauty
Captivated.

The moon and the stars
Fill me with more
Than what I was
Left with.

How I could die
Breathe or cease
It's all a confusion
But here on the island
I can live.

Life and his chaos
Drive me to ends
And bellends to meet
Ends meet.

But I can breathe
Glad to be relieved.
The stars hold me
And the sun wakes me.
Harry Roberts Sep 2017
You don't care,
So ******* to.
Life's never fair
Or nearly ever through.

I burnt like a *****
At the stake a witch,
Heretic, non conformist,
On a penny you switched.

I was cinders
Amidst the timber,
Never could fit
So to the rest thought **** it.

Pour the fuel
It's raining from buckets,
Abrasion, the friction makes it hot,
Sparks & burns the ******* lot.

I'm chaos, worth more than the
Pay off,
A taste of fury to satiate your thirst,
Once a lick and forever you'll be cursed.

Kiss Kiss ~
Leave my lips pursed,
Hands on my hips
You find Apathy dispersed.
Harry Roberts Sep 2017
Each breath,
A kiss of fire
He breathed into me.

I was wavering
On the wave of life,
I was falling under.

Torn apart,
Skies ripped asunder.
Godless I was forsaken.

But into withered lungs
He brung rejuvenating air
To scare away Death &
His heir.

He held me here
Where the broken sky seared,
Awoke in his presence,
In Armageddon & I wasn't scared.

He held me high from grace
So I wouldn't fall.
Held me secure so I couldn't hear the Reapers call.

Lungs wide with
The light life of Air,
Break away but
Never not care.
The Sun still stares
Burning away already blistered skin.

Let go and escape from sin,
Spiral into Arrangements spin.
Armageddon long lost kin.
11th hour type Love.
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