the very idea
that we are just here
to struggle
to live
and to work
until we die

seems somewhat
absurd
and yet

there are those
who would say

to live out your
dreams
and to love
without limits
and to search
in all ways
for light

is such a fanciful notion

but i think..
i would much rather have a life
full of fanciful notions
than absurd ones

I do nothing about the sunrise
It just happens
Like moments and days
On and on
There is a rhythm if not a theme
I do nothing about the theme

I did nothing to be born
It just happened
Like tides and moons
It was easy
I was there at the right time
All I had to do was be there

I know nothing about our fate
Though it exists
Like time and death
Always there
There is a fact if not an end
I know nothing about the end

THE END

                 By Phil Roberts

Moons and tides
And stars and planets
All have their rhythms
And their rhythmic pull
To and from each other

On our own planet
So much of existence itself
Is governed by the regular beat
Of the weather's seasons
Life and growth and death
Making us all passing shadows

And the deep logic
Of universal rhythm
With all it's cross beats
Back beats
And syncopation
Vibrates endlessly on

                                      By Phil Roberts

Suddenly the humble
There is one eye again
Smears
Smoothly down and quick
Spaced
The silent teeth
Graveyard slabs
All scared to white
Bright full-moon night
Glaring like a naked bone
Water taps and drips
Shaped so perfectly cold
This bleakest of light
Casting long and sharp and deep
The wailing pathetic
Are silver shards of shapes
The graveyard owl screeches
This must be someone's dream

Nowhere to go
Still strong currents pull
The places of despair
Towards and away
The tonality of moods
Warming layers
Blending with the background
It's nobody's business

A sigh that trembles
Lives balancing on whims
And then a silver-grey sky
Soaring on a song
The grace of an artless child
Smiles your eyes to smiles
The crystal tumbling stream
hallucinations of diamond water
The endless beginning
Sliding on rolling moments
Changing even truth
Even truth

                By Phil Roberts

You do not have to be perfect
to be wonderful.
You do not have to be a super hero
to be brave.
You do not have to be wealthy
to be generous.
You do not have to be old
to be wise.
You do not have to be abused
to be compassionate.
You do have to be human
to be humane.

I fall and fall
And don't hit the floor
I crawl and crawl
And can't reach the door
There's no way out of here
No-one gets out alive
After all these broken years
I should know better than try
So I wrestle with my fears
Until the day I die

                                    By Phil Roberts