I always give that
fickle ***** Life one more chance,
for I love her so.

this is my promise, my fear I will reveal
the act of love and *** alike is agony, I will conceal
no man, no woman, no soul I have made assurance
my dwelling and trembling sexuality and love have remained a horrible occurance
I want to love and kiss my love from mouth down to the waist
but years of loneliness and drunken embrace leaves me with limited taste
to glide my body across his sweaty chest
would rid me of my nervous mindset and lay my fear to rest
yet no man, no woman, no soul I have encountered with true admiration
this spirit I bare and have grown to like is stuck with a fierce aspiration
to **** this silly contemplation of whether to step forward or keep quiet
not allowing myself dual satisfaction for I mindlessly follow an unlawful diet.

You walk across the room
in your black *******,
a cigarette in your hand
and turn off the fan
in the open window,
like an undertaker waiting
by the door for the headlights
in the driveway debating
another swig from his flask,
like a ***** blowing smoke
in the dark flicking ash.

She pulls out a box of CD's;
says name your poison.
Cobalt-60 will do.

Bare Naked Ladies will be
the band du jour.
I lie on the slab
in the radiation lab...
yes i'm...lying in bed...
like brian wilson diiiid....

I'm wearing my spandex jacket
(where's Donald Fagan
when you need him?).

As LeAnn wraps the
velcro-ed elastic band
around me to bind my arms,
I mention that I miss
the good old days
of canvas
and leather straps.
i'm so sane
it's driving me crazy....

Time stops

I'm motionless

engage mind wander

it's so dangerous
you have to sign a waiver...
embossed positive
and negative
on the massive metal arm
the pluses and minuses
of shooting a carcinogen
at a spot of death
to save my life
*if there's someone you can live without...
then do so....

When I die
You can paint my body purple
And stick an apple in it's mouth
If you want to
I really won't care

Lay me out in a cardboard box
It's going to be burned anyway
So that makes sense to me
And as I say
I really won't care

The only thing I give a **** about
Is that you take my ashes somewhere high
And scatter them in the wind
Let them fly
Free
That's all I really care about

                                        By Phil Roberts

You should create
Write something down
Sing something out
Paint something golden

Make a new thing
Take hold of your voice
Or unique way of seeing
Your impulses, bolden

Your ideas are butterflies
That want to be caught
Grab your phantom net!
Do what you ought!

Share them with the world
Before they fly away
(If you wait too long they may fly away)

So what, you think it's already been done?
"Nothing is new under the sun"?
That may indeed (or may not?) be true,
But no one has done it EXACTLY like you

Hank always tells the truth it seems
That's right, you're not pretty enough
Not smart enough too believing the dreams
He "thinks I've been cryin' since he's been gone
Well I'm gonna give him a good leavin' alone"

Yeah, truth hurts it always does
But delivery is key, gotta give some tact
Never know when you need them to have your back
"I just don't like this kind of livin', I'm tired of doin' all the givin'
I just don't like the things you're doin'
Your evil heart will be your ruin"

I'm the fool dressed in naivety
Believing promise of longevity
"I believed the lies you told me, when you whispered dear I worship thee"

Should have made yourself known
Long before we started this show
But maybe karma will get you soon
Take that hot air out your balloon

And I hope you "just can't seem to take it anymore
You feel empty walking through a swinging door
Seeing all the lonely people just staring at the band
Wrapped inside the feelings
Playing one night stands"

And dear I wish I could
I really know I should
*"But the toughest thing, I ever gave up was today
'Cause old habits like you, are hard to break"