Wee ***** Tadpolly
Never knew who his
mom and dad were
He had always heard
that they had croaked
in the middle of the night
. . . ribbit . . .

There are undoubtedly star crossed lovers
And sometimes, universes collide

                                               By Phil Roberts

This England rises an falls
It is the way of the reddest rose
To offer its unfortunate beauty
And whither and die
It's funeral is diarised
Voices raised in joy
Are tears against broken dreams

I don't want to write today
I don't want to go through my head
I want to leave my mind grey
I want to go to bed

I don't want to write today
I don't want to talk about the life I have led
I want my thoughts to stop stirring away
I want things to be better left unsaid

I want to write today
I want to leave behind a shred
I don't want this time to pass away
I don't want to leave nothing when I'm dead