As a writer,
  I create my own freedom

And as a writer,
  I invent my own friends

As a writer,
  I espouse my own truth

And as a writer,
  my will never bends

As a writer,
  I travel the world

And as a writer,
  that journey’s within

As a writer,
  I dive for more pearls

And as a writer,
  never having to swim

As a writer,
  the moon rises at dawn

And as a writer,
  the sun burns through the night

As a writer,
  my words play immortal

And as a writer,
—all heaven in sight

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

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                *I can hear someone’s footsteps

Lingering around my frozen body
                        
                 Would you please help me…

I know this is just a dream
With melodic tune
Enchanting me to stay asleep
Uttering to relish this reverie
And never wake up…

                    He caught me easily

Trapped in this delusion

               His beauty overwhelmed me

A dream that seems so real
That I’d choose to stay asleep,
A dream that’s so wonderful
That I’d let him drown me with his charm,
A dream that lured me…

             I’d trade my reality,

Light over darkness

                      Convenience over danger

This dream is overruling
Offering every goods I wish to possess
Persuading that I wouldn't want to wake up
I’d lose him or I’d lose myself is the only option he gave
And I’m paralyzed, and throttled, unable to make a decision


Wake me up

Before I'd surrender my last heart beat
Yes, I’m panting, hardly gasping
Begging for air, I need to breathe
To think clearly that he's just a fantasy,
A fallacy that I can’t live within eternally...

                 I’m sinking in this sweet perfection

Slowly taking me to somewhere

          So dark and cold and mysteriously captivating…

Yes I wanted to come,
I can see him in the dark, grinning
So strange I’m not afraid, not a bit
Enjoying the pleasure of being half dead,
The comfort of serenity is undeniably alluring


                 Yet.... half dead means I'm still half alive,

Aware of the truth

                     That he’d never become real

I know.... this is just a dream
With melodic tune
Enchanting me to stay asleep
Uttering to relish this reverie
And never wake up…

                     ....but I can hear someone’s footsteps, a hope

Lingering around my frozen body

                 Would you please help me…


I wanted to wake up.

Magic mollocules
Shall meet and merge at midnight
Halfway between yesterday and tomorrow
Beneath a full and hungry moon
Devouring the darkness of ignorance
As it lights the way
Across the silver shimmering sea
Of dreams that we don't understand
And thus the way shall be found
When thoughts and dreams
And science and imagination
Combine without prejudice
To create our evolution
And it shall not be a physical thing
But an entity of the spirit

                                           By Phil Roberts