Talent is imagination judiciously spent
Commit your words to paper on man and government
Poetry is a silver bucket at truths fountain
Release your written , insight laden pail of thought  
from atop the highest mountain* ..

I hate waiting,
but I'm the one who's always late.

I hate talking to people,
yet I often have the most to say.

I hate being ignored,
but want others to go away.

I hate feeling neglected,
though I forget those around me by letting my thoughts lead me astray...

I hate clingy people,
yet I find myself obsessing over you everyday.

I hate it when others try to get close to me, however, I continue to dream of having the chance to be close to you;
wishing that you'd stay...

So little I've learnt
understood even less
what then is the value of knowledge
which seems to be futile and useless?

When I go to sleep at night
I leave the TV set on
With electric shadows
Flickering around the walls
Not because I fear the dark
Which is a friend of mine
But because silence is a threat
To my drifting vulnerable mind
And the open wounds of old

Silence allows my ghosts
To invade my imminent dreams
Some screaming in rage
As others whimper for love
Creating vivid nightmares
And drenching my very essence
So, when I go to sleep at night
I leave the TV set on

                                By Phil Roberts

all together now
we march along
shield to shield
safe from harm
but soon
we will split
become a bunch
of ones alone
simply
targets.