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The ecstasy to guess
Were a receipted bliss
If grace could talk.

Come here and listen to me
There are ugly deep shadows
Where things could be leering
Snarling and hungry
Heavy and threatening
****** in the wriggling damp
The age dripping damp
Where dead leaves rot and fatten the earth
Come close and listen to me

Don't go down there
No, don't go down there
They're doing strange things in the dark
You shouldn't have come to the park
On your own
Don't go walking alone

This is no place for one so young
And soft
Delicately tremblingly white
And soft
Run home with your soul gripped tight
Before someone
Some muddied gritty  someone
Touches
In the shadows and shrubs
And the night

                             By Phil Roberts

I cannot accept
Nor deny
I cannot feel
This broken lie
Its time and time
And crime and crime
Faulty wiring
No more light

Its you
And you don't have a name

I can't let go
Nor hold on
I can't believe
I can renounce
Its touch and touch
So much so much
I beg and plead
I'm asking please

Please don't have a name

I slow to a yellow crawl,
I watch the meadows filled
With bloodstained roses,
Beneath crystalline eyelids
I see the fire burns in all directions.

I rush a rush to nowhere,
Everywhere standing still.
I yearn to claw the sky black,
I speak in a the archaic language,
The sorrow understands.

I come forth by action
And spew tattered verses,
I sleep in the blood of dreams
And awaken in secular ******,
Alone with everyone.

The curtain closes on my being,
Neither here or there,
My steps like an echo
Chasing my future steps;
Only the words to me are real.

Its not the way am
Cannot be a bitter man
Its not the way I go
Having not a thing to show

And life confuses me
I wanted to feel this way
And love confess to me
I wanted to fill the stage

Its not the way I had to be
Its tearing up inside of me
Its not the way I should have been
And now I lose my only friend

And life is cruel to me
I wanted to be at peace
But love will lie to me
So much that I don't see

Somethings controlling me
That's what it is to me
Something's controlling me
Control the things that I believe