Do not dream too loudly
You may awaken your conscience

                                        By Phil Roberts

I have read and seen
written and tasted
all the letters
in a cocktail
of words
with the after-taste
of meaning
the effect
of a poem
and the resonance
of a
hangover

Don't hang around
Waiting for the light at the end of the tunnel
Because in the end
You're just going to have to stumble your way
Through the darkness
And turn it on for yourself

                                      By Phil Roberts

I want no more
of these clues left inconsiderately
to be found fastidiously like serendipity
revealed...

I want no more
of my own thoughts clawing at me
     branches of a nightmarish tree
          from some sleepy-hollow invention
          due to my own insecurity's deluged
reflection...

I want no more
evenings alone in wild wondering
     while you're on muscles, mouths a'plundering
          or if you will fall for someone's
skillful ***, asunder'ing,
writhing like a whirlwind's hovering...

I want no more
of abscent mornings you leave to place
     upon my tears-painted face
          because this reality of our ****** space
continues to break
my heart's slowing pace.
displaced...

I want no more
of my breath suffocating,
     clutching my lungs while you make
          the rounds of a good host
lubricating
the stiff to placate'ing
     liberating our ghosts...

I want no more
my skull confused, diffused with lies
     echoes of the past and how readily
          you made me cry
yet always do i stay
high...

I want no more
of playdates with internet boys
     rather be it held between us
          compose our own manly joys
be firm and strong with the choice
valiant of voice...

I want no more
of complicated wishes & words
     which we hinge on softly speaking
          like penniless lords
retreating
the richness of god's open door.
seedlings.

I want no more
your scent on my tongue
     or your taste that I have sung,
over time's widening waste
diluting in my lungs...
I want no more
     my soul's slow divorce...
I'm effing done. Done with him, of course...

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Now I will burn hot as
the daylight
first and only
sun...

I am here
living by no one's rule
all I wanted was
a lovely word
the truth,

Now I want no more
illusions or lies
O how I will keep you
and give you back the sky
the world

the truth
is... love is alive

just watch how it shines...

every day
and in these nights,

looking toward the light...

How many masks do I have in my collection
until someone realises something is off?

How long does the party go on until
everyone goes home, strips off
and sees that not everything is
as lovely, as majestic as how
the lights, decorations and music
made it out to be?

How many more superhero costumes
are made until they save me, from me?

-m.b