What devils have we sold our souls to?
What mindless thing controls our actions as we walk around
Feigning ignorance
Uneducated and afraid to step out of line.
Why do I have to say the right thing all the time?
Why can’t I for once say that this country isn’t fine?
This world isn’t fine.
And still we allow it to waste away to nothing til even nothing will decay.
But no it’s all in our heads they whisper, laughing through their solemn nods;
But no how could it be real they say, knowing that despite the odds
And the proof against them we will believe because we want to.
The monsters can’t see us if we can’t see them.
This isn’t a stage where we wait in the wings and if we can see the audience they can see us and it’s all just a play
And it’s all just a farce.
Well I guess that’s true enough.
And how I wish I could laugh, but I am far too angry at the situation to be able to make light of the horrible plague that we are to ourselves.
If we respected anything perhaps we would survive, but alas we hate ourselves as much as we hate each other.
We are a species of suicidal tendencies
Killing each other and with each blow we **** ourselves.
We waste away to nothing til even nothing will decay.
But we smile and pretend to not smell the rotting flesh that is our own;
We feign ignorance because it’s all we have known.
People say I’m unpatriotic.
But how can I be proud of my country and its people
When even humanity itself offends me?
When even I myself
Offend me?

A ghost is at my window
her eyes a demon red
she waits in patient silence
then moves upon my bed
she bends my dreams to please her whim
she steals my lover's sleep
unfolds her lust to pull me in
my soul now hers to reap
until the Sun creeps in to free
my heart in day's return
a ghost waits at my window
her kiss again shall burn

The demons come in darkest night
To take your soul away.
They keep your body locked up tight
And then they start to play.
The vampires dance, the monsters fight
The werewolves howl ‘til day,
And your soul is left in shiv’ring fright.
At least, that’s what they say.

When demons come in blackest moon
To steal you from your home.
It’s always best to lock your room
And stay at home alone.
Who knows what horrid creatures’ tomb
May come for you and your bones?
So, lock your door and pray for noon,
For night’s when monsters roam.

If demons come when moonlight beams
And you aren’t quite home yet,
Oh traveler, beware the screams;
It’s you they’ve come to get.
And pray that nothing’s as it seems
And that it’s still sunset.
For, when moon is out all horrid things
Walk freely, as they’re let.

You've seen her a hundred times
With a hundred faces
But she's always the same
Always at the bar
She's there when you arrive
And she'll be there when you you leave
There beside the fullest ash-tray
Lighting another cigarette
With fluttery fidgety fingers

Her lipstick is far too red
And not quite straight
Too much make up to hide the lines
Which show all the more
As she cracks the mask to smile
Her hair is too yellow
And her eyes are long lost grey
The arc which her glass follows to her mouth
Is restless and constant

As the evening wears on
She will talk too loudly
She may even sing out of tune
She will laugh too shrilly
When nothing is funny
But sometimes
When it's late
She sheds silent messy tears
As she rocks on her bar stool
Because there's a reason
This woman at the bar
Has a story as real as any other
And it matters just as much

                                    By Phil Roberts

I walk in dreams of faint vanilla
left to tease my senses after you have gone
that smell
long ago forgotten
I run through snow-covered fields
jumping to touch your smile
that floats just out of reach
that smile
long ago forgotten
we dance in rooms of endless halls
and whisper love's mystic words
that gently echo into forever
those words
long ago forgotten
we fold into each other
turned liquid by the thousand candles
that surround us
we touch that realm made possible
only by our love
a realm
long ago forgotten
in my waking world