Beauty, truth, love
everything else
is just a sideshow.

Whistling and waiting by the phone,
I love it when you call.
When my phone yells out a ring
my heart pounds and almost stalls.

Down the road, my usual route
I see a car like yours.
My eyes get wide, teary eyed,
I ask, "Why can't that be hers?"

Out in public, I see your back
the feeling of love starts to burn.
Behind my mask, deep down inside
I know it's not you if they turn.

Back at home, all alone
my feelings cling to tears.
Hope is what I run on
since you've been dead for 20 years.

the love came acutely depending
on the angle one viewed it from
if veered left if it was helping
the poor
if viewed right tilted obliquely
with a chin up proud
that was considered
gravy on the grits
a determination to not work
and in the stance one took proud with
deference to those hungry waifs and kids
starving the right may be right
in the long run
welfare might
provide a disincentive to work,
to provide,
but in the meantime,
I am going to do my best
to feed those starving young.

if it's any consolation,
i won't ask to see you again
if it makes you happier,
i'll pretend you don't exist
but you should know,
that i am never going to forget

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