I know poetry is about words
and I do dote on words
I treasure digging up just the right one
to lay out on the carpet and let fly

but I wonder if
it would be well
to just dwell
in the heart space
in silence

to hold the object of my anger or irritation
there
in silence
surrounded by blood
and warmth
there
in the anchor of life

I have come to realize
poetry and its cousin prayer
are just as much
about the heart
as words.

waiting, portraying
all the instances of territory explored
higher above all the ones
you're in love
an admission, I'll tell you why
gutted and misconceived
like a treacherous body of solitude perceives
staring out, frozen solid like a beam
of light to the rescue, the idea is unfinished
you're too much of a risk to take hold of
alone and confined
crowded, out of time
if you'd show me, I'd rock on
this party starts at dawn
held captive like a son of a . . .
well, I don't know, can't think of the show
dripping from sweat in this maze
a house that I'll set ablaze

Something about you is perfect
Everything about you feels like home
Your light it’s picturesque
Your beauty I confess
I’m absolutely in love
With something about you

On wheels
On the road
Off our heads
City bound
Let's go bro
Let the adrenalin flow
In search of narcotics
On Devilment Row
Where the good don't go

Here dealers compete
In a threatening way
And if you're not bold
You better not stay
Young joeys surround you
On the carpark
But you ignore them
And head inside
The deals are better in there
Though the risks are higher
Amidst the heavy hitters

Thirty or forty
To pick and choose from
What ya sellin'?
What ya deals like?
Everyone's suspicious
And everyone's armed
There are people murdered
In this part of town
And nobody blinks an eye
And you know that when
You're that close to death
You feel so very much alive

                                     By Phil Roberts

She smelled of earthly verse
and soft scented lust of poetry
and her name burned
in the forest of the tiger
where pleasure was forged
from sins desire
and sewn into petals
made of flesh in shape of flower
and what god or man would dare
to venture and give prayer
to offer their heart to sacrifice
for the blessing
of the kingdom and universe
she keeps hidden
beneath her *******
where love is found
in the scent of her earthly verse
and lust for poetry