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Joe Roberts Jun 2012
Down we fell, down from the sky.
Remember how we used to fly?
Around the seas and moats of stars.
Now we're trapped within our cars.

And now we look up at the sky.
And still we ache, each day, to fly.
Through telescopes we watch the stars,
Surrounded by the sounds of cars.

Please let me back into the sky.
I know now that I'm meant to fly.
Once more, let me traverse the stars.
Escape this world, and all its cars.
'Remember how we used to fly?' is a regretful poem about the devolution, disguised as evolution, of man. Though once glorious, angelic beings, we have come down to earth and grafted ourselves to its surface with our material possessions.
Joe Roberts Jun 2012
Take from me this fragile cup,
and then for me, please smash it up.
And
take from me these shattered dreams,
because the night's not what it seems.
And
while you're crying, in the hall,
I'll take hammers to these walls.
And
while you're treading through the glass,
I'll remember time gone past.
And
find for me a coat and tie.
I'll sing for you a lullaby.
And
I will sing you off to sleep,
then I'll go swimming in the deep.
And
try for me, to just forget
the first time that we ever met.
For
now I'm gone, I won't back,
and now for me you'll dress in black.
Another of my earliest works, 'Lullaby dirge' is a message of comfort from a recently deceased individual to a lover that he is leaving behind. It's a promise that he will never be far and will remain with her in spirit, attempting to comfort her and linger, but it also states the finality of the situation and that the living should not cling to what has transpired between them.
Joe Roberts Jun 2012
Lean up against the wall and cry.
I like to watch you as you cry.
I'm part of something when you cry.
That might be why I make you cry.

Collapse into your bed and dream.
I like to think that you still dream.
It comforts me to hear you dream.
Am I the reason that you dream?

Throw back your soaking hair and breathe.
I like to hold you when you breathe.
I sigh, relieved, each time you breathe.
Because you give me cause to breathe.
One of my earliest poems, 'Cry, dream, breathe' is about the unspoken love of a man for a woman who doesn't understand his harsh and silent way of showing his adoration. Though he makes her cry and he doubts that she can still dream, he lives for her and wants to always be a part of her life.
Joe Roberts Jun 2012
Alone in my cove, on my side,
I think thoughts of you, on your side.
The world seems so big,
when I don't take part,
but you, you always take part.

Alone with my thoughts on my side,
I think of the world on your side.
And how it would be,
if I would take part,
but me, I never take part.

Alone in my hole, on my side,
while you take in life on your side.
The life on my side,
is life I impart,
of your world, I need no part.

Desiring you, on my side,
I know you're content on your side.
I would be content,
to give you my heart,
but you have a wandering heart.
Cove is a love poem, but it's about pain. The pain of loving someone who is too frivolous to really love or be loved fully. It's a love without compromise or communication, just the unadulterated and unconditional adoration of someone who comes from a different, more lonely, world.
Joe Roberts Jun 2012
Dreaming in a cloudy sky
while you whisper a lullaby.

I start to cry and you ask why,
I say "Because it's all a lie."

There was a time I thought that I
would never be alone to die.

But now there's no way to deny,
we both know I'm your alibi.

You wash your hands and close your eyes.
It's always me you crucify.

I look up at the starry sky
and sing myself your lullaby.

And now I know the reasons why
the things you told me were a lie.

And now I know someday that I
might never be afraid to die.

Now I know and won't deny
that you don't need an alibi.

I smile alone and close my eyes.
We all love what we crucify.
This poem works on several levels, at least for me. It's about the pain of a betrayal at first, but then it becomes a poem about understanding and realization. It's also about love, and how the ones we love the most are usually the ones we hurt.
Joe Roberts Jun 2012
Shadows cast by nothing on the walls of empty rooms.
Illuminating aura from the depths of limbo glows.
In the empty corner is a man who isn't there.
Aged sage that thinks of empty rooms.
This one is about the reality and pervasive quality of nothing, of emptiness. It's short and a little nonsensical, but I really like it.
Joe Roberts Jun 2012
Angels are just corpses with borrowed eagle wings,
they bring us into life with the discord that they sing.

I walk along a star-scape with my heart out on my sleeve,
and all the little dreams I have are lies to be believed.

The dark is getting closer now, but I'm still wide awake
and being bent as far as this is causing me to break.

So many I have hidden from, but from you I can't hide;
you've seen me at my very worst so you know when I've lied.

So take me from this star-scape, take my heart from off my sleeve,
show me what the truth is. Give me something to believe.
I wrote this poem a couple of years ago. It's one of the few from that time in my life that I still consider profound. It's a poem about faithlessness, loneliness, hopelessness, and the love that comes along to rectify it all.
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