Hello
It's me again
It's the early hours and I'm slightly drunk
And it's me again

He has the sins of his mind
Which keep him warm inside
Amidst the weary and the wasted
Such warmth keeps him alive

Restless
I've always been restless
I hate to move yet I can't sit still
Hours are endless

There is a thrush inside his head
An agony of wings
Panic beaten thrashing
A cage of singing things

Anxious
Still always anxious
Even though I've slowed right down
This edge is ageless

Laying low and watching
A million sub-plots hatching
Paranoid and paranormal
He scatters to survive

                                     By Phil Roberts

Joe was a guy with a great smile
In fact, every time he smiled
the whole world shined.
His warm brown eyes,
sparkled bright
they made me think,  
I was the only one around.

But Joe scared me
he got too close
He would ask all these questions
about who I was
   Where do you want to go?
        Who do you want to be?
            What do you dream about
              when you go to sleep?
                  What do you fear the most
                    can you tell me?
                       What's your future like
                        do you see me?
Joe patiently listened
at my attempts to answer
my replies were broken
kind of lackluster.
I didn't know who I was
I mean ...I still don't
and every time Joe looked at me
I just felt lost

He would call me in the mornings
and to say his goodnights,
But no matter how much I liked Joe
I was not yet where he was at.

So I said goodbye to him,
and proceeded my life
Leaving Joe behind me,
while he shined somebody else's life.

I woke up this morning
To smiley faces rolling
Up and down the street
Chasing after me

My bad disposition
Has them at my heals licking
Trying to give me
Much more than happy feet

I bring an umbrella
As they're also in the weather
Smiling down on me
Coming down in sheets

They say if you can't beat em
It's best if you join in
So I stopped after awhile
Stood real still with great big smile

That's when my attitude
Right then and there improved
For granted I'd been taking
All these smiley faces

Now I wake each morning
Join the smiley faces rolling
Up and down the street
Hoping you will smile with me

There are secrets that we never even give voice to,
Like squishing them inside ourselves will make them go away.
But, they don't need lyrics to have their own voice
-even instrumental pieces carry feeling-
And the music escapes when I open my mouth.
It tumbles out like a discordant symphony,
And I can't take it back.
I try, but I can't,
So, I stumble over the wreckage my silence has wrought,
Still denying the secret all the time.

*Maybe you know, now.
Regardless, consider this my confession.