might not get the numbers
but I sure do get quality of viewers,
I admire all of you
who by their names
are quality
and I have watched you do
good things
and take a minute
, even if not noticed or qualified ,
to make someone down
feel better
to those I say
I just love you
and your hearts!

among all the virtues I believe honesty is paramount
the utmost top rung fruit on the sundae cherry topping
lie to me and say you do, I will give a benefit of a doubt for you,
until you bleed me dry

i cherish honesty, in that benefit i will call your dealer
pay him , give you money for food,
sit by watching while you **** him off
call your boss with your excuses

But I will believe    in you
up to the point you stabbed me
in the back for the fortieth time
then I will die bleeding

worshipping the ground
you walked all over me on.
I am stupid.
Gotta give it to relentlessly
stupid though.

As so often
I find myself telling the same story
Of a reckless young man
Who skated on thin ice
With every move and decision
A gamble
A spin of the wheel
Risking sanity, soul and life
Spin and spin again
Add passion to the grinding day
Add colour to the morbid grey
Oh, foolish young man
Now that he's old and damaged
Boredom raises it's dull-eyed head
As he practises being dead
Spin and spin again

                                  By Phil Roberts

on poetry*

A poem is only a mouthful of air
until it is read.
Imagine it. Craft it carefully
from your heart's flesh.
Seal it in a bottle
of clear, pure words.
Set it adrift on
the ocean of time,
life's restless surge,
until a few congruous spirits
pluck it from the sea-wrack
and recognize a message
that illuminates their souls.
Readers find writers;
never the opposite.