I'm an assassin
a man of ******
I will **** your memories
and place them
in the dustbin of time

Sweetness comes with sleep
memory is illusion
****** a thing of gripping hands
and gasping breath
the only thing real
is my hand
holding this pen
a dog's tongue
on my face

Summer has settled sweetly here
we enjoy the hours
take pleasure
in the taverns
and circuses of this life

Our merriment obscures
the steady progress of time
the creeping insecurity
of old age

But I say
let merriment prevail!

In the face of all these
bogus truths
I choose only
truth
a steely resolve
and what might yet prove
to be a vain hope
in eternity

Time tells its tale
and time will tell

Inside this mind once spoken for

I surrender my will to despondency

My reality laughs

offering up souls full of toys for misappropriation

Now I slide down to the vacant side

hoping to sit and watch the time

I know this place well

kicking rocks into the void

I grow weary waiting for impact

Life left me jaded by noble fiends

hate and spite for consumption

I've found it exhausting

after all

Hatred stems from fear

and I am terrified.....truly

Not only by the lack of pause reflected on so many faces

or by a societies unwavering commitment for disconnection

More so this notion I find in these quiet moments

When the eyes remain stationary

contemplating another boomerang trajectory

It's simply this

I've seen fear in all organisms

built into a disposition like DNA

The
clouds
must be moving
in their own sweet time.

*But who are we
To think that clouds
Have to follow our clocks?

I don't
remember
the last time
I wanted a girl
to notice me like
the last time that she
complimented my smirk.

Am James
I don't know, but I think am James
Sometimes they call me
Play bbb
boy I know am a mess
Living life on stress
Which leads to depress
maybe meds
hell I don't know


Sssawing what's left of my shells
It's strange I've not seen death
after devouring all this ****
a crack head
on C o i n,C o a l, *******
I got it, it's *******
or whatever
just shut the **** up

You see
Youuuu'evvvv disoriented me
iiiiiiiii hate you
where was i
ME. Writing a poem
Him. No
Me. Writing a book, your will, maybe your eulogy
Him noo (frustrated)
ME. You were sniffing something
Him. Yessss, give it back, where is it
MeIn your hand
Him . sniffs (groans) this is great
Me... Errrrm, Okey... Maybe we can get back to the novel you were writing  sniffing or puffing

hell I don't know
but
book me a bedsitter
I could use some hot sleep
it's cold out here

nearly a violinist with a straw and a hum
a hat and a blindfold a drum
like a teenage soldier on his marching hip
I was patriotic 'til
that day we elected an ***
to the highest office
then I saw the flag in her glory drown in
stupidity and ignorance
I thought of impeachment and how
the honor  of our country is
being taken
for a ride in lies
and  Russian towards an abyss

She cries tears of mother's ruin
"Look at me!
It's been so hard
All of my life
And I've had to fight
For my own patch of light
Still, no-one ever looks at me"

He turns his eyes to the floor
Saying nothing
Feeling stupid
And his words burst like bubbles in his mouth
He is desperate to say something
Anything to make her happy
But he cannot turn disappointment
Back into youthful optimism
Or bitterness back to hope
As she sinks into smeary sobs
Wet and bleary loss
He takes her home

He undresses her and puts her to bed
Then he holds her as she cries
And he holds her as she sleeps
He hushes her when she stirs
And calms her when she starts and cries out
When the dreams become too real
And he shall never be more than this
Never more fulfilled
Caring for her is his only purpose
Making her happy is his holy grail
Willingly trapped within her pain
He is nothing else at all

                               By Phil Roberts

For no reason other than kindness, find a weary soul. Extend a helping  hand with no want for repayment of any kind. Lift up that life to a better place and set them on stable ground. Then watch them flourish and become a source of enrichment to others, through the fruit that will be born of what they have become because you took time to care.

I can run
                from
every monster in
my nightmares
                   But
I can't run from
       Me...