"In Heaven
The Water
is Shiny Gold"

In approach of a clearing /
Vernal-Volcanic-Bagpipe-Intimidation-Collapse-Arise-/
empty hopscotches fade with rain, remembrances of my foiled return
lent to after-rather haze mingling line by line
with eyeglasses fogged up

I relinquished the panic of your absence one week ago today, but it wasn't easy, being caught in such swelling strings once desiring to wake in Gold

I was guided by my dream family which led me thus / glimpsing premonition Wyomings sprawl with pine & geyser
flat land fire
down river /
Spring Snow and tribulations sound with elemental reverberations of Spirit colliding with Stone
pirouetting upon a newfound expanse

My restless and uninitiated Tulpa stirs and screams
(I am owed this one) delving to ancient territories of attractive chaos
emerged unkind
but tender enough to fold into my next dressing, appropriately remote

II

By June I ascend further via Nepalese staircases carved from Mountain rock, Sun-showers resplendently endow this band of rattling Sherpas with grace
to hold, to wrap around their necks and deliver to my private Summit

(where many have died, where many have given their flesh to this
Golgotha Sagarmatha)

Sneah Yerng !
away you mortal entity death !

I consume you with Himalayan tea and the heavy sensation of my boots planting their weight to frozen earth - listening, attention to the foreground Chorus exhaling harmonies of Khmer which give further texture to the native brush

(We were once kindling set perfect across the ground - to blaze & become heavenly together - instead subjugated by time's feral will, you - now a Mother and a stranger to me, Myself - continuing & following this sense strangeness which is always present but flickering like cosmic frequency magnetically luring me into a breadbasket of fire & weeping intermittent, into a cycle, a snake - surrounding magic Islands of self-past and self-future
which whirl-about searching feverishly for a path - now that the one preceding has been lost or misguided, you're bound to this breathing child who's not ours - but yours)

This is how our story ends. Where we diverge and become Actual -
carrying separate but respectful momentum in each Epoch of life in all it's various & flowing Identities, just as I'd once predicted in an Altenburg Kitchen reading Rimbaud and sipping hot water quietly, disturbed - knowing, somehow, that we'd irrecoverably commit to being temporary conflagrations in the lives of the other. The end of A summation. Events that in many ways were born there, it is forcibly behind me now.. I was the result of these things. A sword carved from heat, and pressure.

What do I do with this?
So worn with necessity - living
Enjoying occasional rain, timely - capturing passing loves
refusing to stale and finish as Petrarchan - Madame George and Myself as two ambitions which acted both honorably & dishonorably at times. As human nature dictates, as I'll know, a branded truth from now on -
I am proud of you, I love you. I will cherish you, always.

We curate and amend – understand
each other's impossible profundities

(Shh! lights go out unexpectedly ! Your remainder hovers by the door for just a few secret and sacred seconds/ gone...)

These poems have been as much for you as they were for me - But I must exit this vacated place of only peering into the beyondness of things that have outgrown their form
open, step - deliver myself to:

In the shadow of Everest people are dying
Crushed in a chaos embirthed from beneath,
Emerged as destructor of temple and Taos,
Emerged as an innocent killer... bequeathed.
History crumbles as heavens roar mightily
Ghorka is dead in an avalanche of rock,
Beggars and potentates crushed  in the brickfall
Dharahara’s fall leaves men gaping in shock.
Shuddering mountains in avalanche of free fall
Wails of the stricken as quaking defiles,
Gold topped pagodas and statue of ancients,
Sculpture of lions now a rubble in piles.
Khathmandu in the clasp of calamity
Nightmarish forces arisen from deep,
Grasping the earth in their grip of profanity
Monstrously tearing the bedrock from sleep.
A techtonic ****** of Asia by India
Nepal’s Himalayas ****** to the sky,
Inconsequential, this plight of humanity
Nature proceeds as poor Nepalese die.**

M.
ANZAC Day 25 April 2015

Nepal
The fourth poorest country

The Gurkah Welfare Trust
Installs fountains in the mountains
To help the poor Nepalese people
The water near the village is contaminated
So they had to walk 8 miles to fetch clean water

Thanks to the Gurkah welfare trust
There are fountains that provide clean water

"It is better to die than to be a coward"
That is the motto of the Gurkah fighter

After one year in the British Army
The Gurkahs put on a stone of muscle in weight

Why do the Gurkahs agree to die for the British crown?

It's simple The Gurkah says,
"We've eaten your rations, we've eaten your salt.
The obligation is binding."

Good Morning said the sun like everyday,
He woke up smiling finding it a Saturday,
Loads of fun,lots of play,lots of chats,
Morning with ice creams,Evening with play and Night with friends
is that all they had in their plans.

But, the Mother NATURE had some other plans,
She shook the ground for a minute or so,
To turn their plans to wobbles,
All laughter turned to cries,
People running in streets for their lives,
Everyone's homes and hopes falter to dirt
Everyone's dreams turned to nightmares
Just a shake to bring riches to rugs

Loved ones are lost,their hopes are in dirt,
Whom to blame for the loss,
Shall he die succumbing to loss or try another chance at life,
He is a brave man's son,He chose the later
He can breathe so he can live,He can yet again chose the way of life,
Nothing is more fatal than giving hope,
He will live to show the world love is more mightier than the quake.

Hey, old friend
Remember the days?
The times we got so drunk we could barely crawl
What a laugh!
Other nights we'd be so wired
We chewed our lips to shreds
And do you remember that opiated Nepalese
While the rest were throwing up or falling down
We kept right on smoking
'Til we could barely find our feet
Haha!
And then tripping out at Fool's Nook
Thinking the water in the stream was diamonds
The mushrooms weren't so magic if you got a bad one
But wasn't it fun!
Going to dodgy Manchester pubs for the gear
Haha, remember that night I nearly got myself shot?
I've never talked so fast in all my life
And now that we're middle-aged
Where are we now, old friend?
You're dead and I'm falling to bits
Such fun

                            By Phil Roberts

This isn't home,
but I will nestle in for the season
and pretend that I belong.
I will bury my face in the curve of his shoulder
and let him play with my fingers
through Nepalese gloves
and he won't even ask
what's going on in that
pretty little head of mine.
We speak of snow and poetry
and all of the girls in his bed
and he admires how straight my spine is
despite the cracks of voice.

I don't think about the distance anymore.
I swear, your name is on my tongue,
to everyone.
I make the effort to say nothing,
only to find I have nothing left to say.
After you,
nothing holds enough importance
to make a conversation of.
I can predict what he will text back
but you,
just when I think I know who you are,
a different man faces me.
I think they all know
that I'm growing tired of these guessing games.

Hey, old friend
Remember the days?
The times we got so drunk we could barely crawl
What a laugh!
Other nights we'd be so wired
We chewed our lips to shreds
Way back in the day

And do you remember that opiated Nepalese
While the rest were throwing up or falling down
We kept right on smoking
'Til we could barely find our feet
Or remember our names
Haha!

And then tripping out at Fool's Nook
Thinking the water in the stream was diamonds
And chasing a butterfly that we thought was rare
The mushrooms weren't so magic if you got a bad one
But wasn't it fun!

Going to dodgy Manchester pubs for the draw
Haha, remember that night I nearly got myself shot?
I've never talked so fast in all my life
And now that age has caught up with us
Where are we now, old friend?
You're dead and I'm falling to bits
Such fun
Back in the day

                            By Phil Roberts

All this must disappear -
crosswise minor roadways and
State Road with its bleating traffic,
plazas where pennies melt into
palms of Middle Eastern merchants,
Chinese, Nepalese, Indian or
what have you,
road signs for New York, Pittsburgh, Cleveland, Toledo, Youngstown, Columbus, Sandusky or
what have you.
All this must disappear -
the ****** gardens
on Ohio River banks, railways rusted retired and ready to
sink silently into the soil and stone,
back yard above-ground swimming pool algae beds and front porch
family-festival fetanyl parades,
All this must disappear -
gas station dollar altars and
decaying or decayed Irondale tennant building windows, *****,
community college self-defined
street scientists gathered in old
high school parking lots discussing
politics and the Pleiades and the fastest way out of the galaxy or the
slowest way into an easy death.
All this must disappear,
from Walnut Beach to Wheeling,
and the rust lift and assemble
into something lovely tomorrow's youth can work with, can love and
can sit atop the hills and smile and
be content in knowing while I
sit on the sidewalk and be
glad the future finally showed up.

Hey, old friend
Remember the days?
The times we got so drunk we could barely crawl
What a laugh!
Other nights we'd be so wired
We chewed our lips to shreds
And do you remember that opiated Nepalese
While the rest were throwing up or falling down
We kept right on smoking
'Til we could barely find our feet
Haha!
And then tripping out at Fool's Nook
Thinking the water in the stream was diamonds
The mushrooms weren't so magic if you got a bad one
But wasn't it fun!
Going to dodgy Manchester pubs for the gear
Haha, remember that night I nearly got myself shot?
I've never talked so fast in all my life
And now that we're middle-aged
Where are we now, old friend?
You're dead and my body's falling to bits
Such fun

                            By Phil Roberts

Hey, old friend
Remember the days?
The times we got so drunk we could barely crawl
What a laugh!
Other nights we'd be so wired
We chewed our lips to shreds
And do you remember that opiated Nepalese
While the rest were throwing up or falling down
We kept right on smoking
'Til we could barely find our feet
Haha!
And then tripping out at Fool's Nook
Thinking the water in the stream was diamonds
The mushrooms weren't so magic if you got a bad one
But wasn't it fun!
Going to dodgy Manchester pubs for the gear
Haha, remember that night I nearly got myself shot?
I've never talked so fast in all my life
And now that we're middle-aged
Where are we now, old friend?
You're dead and I'm falling to bits
Such fun

                            By Phil Roberts

Hey, old friend
Remember the days?
The times we got so drunk we could barely crawl
What a laugh!
Other nights we'd be so wired
We chewed our lips to shreds
And do you remember that opiated Nepalese
While the rest were throwing up or falling down
We kept right on smoking
'Til we could barely find our feet
Haha!
And then tripping out at Fool's Nook
Thinking the water in the stream was diamonds
The mushrooms weren't so magic if you got a bad one
But wasn't it fun!
Going to dodgy Manchester pubs for the gear
Haha, remember that night I nearly got myself shot?
I've never talked so fast in all my life
And now that we're middle-aged
Where are we now, old friend?
You're dead and I'm falling to bits
Such fun

                            By Phil Roberts

Hey, old friend
Remember the days?
The times we got so drunk we could barely crawl
What a laugh!
Other nights we'd be so wired
We chewed our lips to shreds
Way back in the day

And do you remember that opiated Nepalese
While the rest were throwing up or falling down
We kept right on smoking
'Til we could barely find our feet
Or remember our names
Haha!

And then tripping out at Fool's Nook
Thinking the water in the stream was diamonds
And chasing a butterfly that we thought was rare
The mushrooms weren't so magic if you got a bad one
But wasn't it fun!

Going to dodgy Manchester pubs for the draw
Haha, remember that night I nearly got myself shot?
I've never talked so fast in all my life
And now that we're age has caught us up
Where are we now, old friend?
You're dead and I'm falling to bits
Such fun
Back in the day

                            By Phil Roberts

Hey, old friend
Remember the days?
The times we got so drunk we could barely crawl
What a laugh!
Other nights we'd be so wired
We chewed our lips to shreds
And do you remember that opiated Nepalese
While the rest were throwing up or falling down
We kept right on smoking
'Til we could barely find our feet
Haha!
And then tripping out at Fool's Nook
Thinking the water in the stream was diamonds
The mushrooms weren't so magic if you got a bad one
But wasn't it fun!
Going to dodgy Manchester pubs for the gear
Haha, remember that night I nearly got myself shot?
I've never talked so fast in all my life
And now that we're middle-aged
Where are we now, old friend?
You're dead and I'm falling to bits
Such fun

                            By Phil Roberts

double fck you Nepal  you fcking Nepalese

why do i revel in the ridiculous?
immerse in the insignificant
wallow in the mundane

everyday life has its concerns

yet there he sits

Katrina has wiped out
the gulf coast

he doesn’t move

zarqawi is blown up by an F-14

is he breathing?

i struggle to make ends meet
working to pay bills
cutting fun with the kids on hold
i sulk cause I can’t go to dave & busters with emily

Bomjon hasn’t moved from a Nepalese tree
…in 9 months
or eaten…
or drank water…

no wait..
there he goes now

on a six-year retreat
from the cacophony surrounding his tree
deeper into the forest
deeper into an understanding of
the divine transcendent one

hidden mysteries i could discover for myself
if i could stop immersing in the insignificant

Be still and know that I am God
(see in you in 2012)

btb
9 june 2006

Women will like the United States black,
white, a good year of life in the city, woman,
star, man, mother, music, red light, girl, girl,
Australia, defeated, great God, day and night
of death of African - American girls' young
eyes in Europe, United States, Russia, three,
Italy, Asia, Vesvajor del Sur, Juan. English
body of water, beautiful minute Canadian
star stars dark skin hair color violet Blood
District Green Gold Fire longing immediately
to change nothing blue in Germany's head
of Friends hotdog; Sun Thomas Story wind
cold future mid-foot true yellow Amino,
Christian Answer Sky Russian money problem,
bad satirical illustrations of Earth's Latin
America live **** acid glory Morning meal,
the Moon is lost; Beauty Works abandoned
wife, Kenya, France King of the police, Queen
face to Face of the spirit Help the school book
of a day old living numbers of the garden
animals shadow of the child born to the image
of space yusayusaw real donkeys in your
oriental art high death of the history of the dog
changes to brajaila Green radio air hand;
human law Son of the father Old brown
Free Friends Defend Devi, to the Italian
game Songs Principles Principle
Language on the open side Daughter
Peace Child of Christ, Great robot
Buzzing the Nepalese glass wall
as the second China woke up the colors
of visionary ideas decorated European
stone houses in the cities embrace the
true reality dance of reality stained fingers'
football trees call center owner individual
Varyama Arab poetry game becomes our
voice's best hour polling centers of wild
Asian pleasures, Churches Talking about
knowledge problems of security Mexico
fabric word c Earth refuge Valley Museum
difficult music star Nisiga computer assistance,
Bob *****, King Land Land Land Land
Land Land Land Land Land Land Land Company
indy Satanicaustralia and the ****** gods
of the beds of some patients consciously
feeling the ****** brain in the mouth of the mother
to warm the word public Prophet Think Pink;
That the demoniac today understands today
that the collective flowers of sunlight should
be demanded. Speaking like the sad,
the Cathedral of cats, the ******* of Ireland,
a clear list of pure eyes, simple, plastic,
written Georgetic words, wrong waves,
the hidden order of the sand began, the soul Jack,
with a brilliant shining mixture Jerry Almeida
wrote the diaries of his ships, drinking deep
illnesses, afflicting with his lips, had a gypsy
machine for gay clubs, sudden disorder drug addiction.
The ******* of Aruthala astray for killing
her relatives. The movement sees the birth of thick
fat in the corner. Satyrs tongue harem, Mark's witch's
**** ******* to her knees... meat guy in the bar
standing on Ugly boxes in the West would
depart when late came the fleet

Roll my tape
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Thirty days,
Anyone doin' that one?
I'm doin' that one
30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
All right all right all right all right, yeah
Chicago Green, talkin' 'bout Black Lebanese
A ***** room and a silver coke spoon
Give me my release, come on
Black Nepalese, it's got you weak in your knees
Sneeze some dust that you got buzzed on
You know it's hard to believe
30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
That's what they give you
30 days in the hole
I know
Newcastle Brown, I'm tellin' you, it can sure smack you down
Take a greasy ***** and a rollin' dance floor
It's got your head spinnin' round
If you live on the road, well there's a new highway code
You take the urban noise with some dirt with poison
It's gonna lessen your load
30 days in the hole
That's what they give you now
30 days in the hole
Oh, yeah
30 days in the hole
All right, all right
30 days in the hole
What you doin' boy?
You here for 30 days
Get, get, get your long hair cut
And cut out your ways
Black Nepalese, it got you weak in your knees
Gonna sneeze some dust that you got busted on
You know it's so hard to please
Newcastle Brown can sure smack you down
You take a greasy ***** and a rollin' dance floor
You know you're jailhouse-bound
30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
Oh, yeah
30 days in the hole
30 days, 30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole

the space cake
are various planet
doom

a beach *** make
a bon vive..exclamation
lily looms

bang lassie milk shake
long
sun down..pankakes..

kerela grass
in her eyes
brine..

lick the salt
from her skin
her succulent

sun kissed
covering
big nosed

french woman
i  smell her skin
and the cops arrive

we managed to
get dressed
hide our hash

they were good
averted their eyes
she was so composed

i was in a disgusting
state
needless to say

a combination of
fenni
and great nepalese..

and white sand
and palm
and sweet moon

when i was young
i said my father
is with the embassy


they went away
we fell down
and ******

it was better
that time
don´t know why..

The third part is the nature of the area,
such as back depth, including cancer,
diabetes, skin, animal animation
and picnics. Therefore, Julia in Italy
became the hero of Julia as a Nepalese
country, learning about the missing
members, a fast-growing plant,
a week in Arabic. Every day
we use the history of the cloud,
birth marks, history. Young people
in everyday life Leo's Radio around
the world Change your mind
to protect and charge videos
that are innocent, natural,
glass of water, problems,
rugby videos, Curico Pereni,
open templates of dark protective
devices. Waiting for Grandma
to wait for the book in heaven.
Angel's angel is waiting
for the end of the world.
He eventually found the name
of the Florida planet when the
Astral pipe returned. The country
then killed the country to return.
Chicken Bar Demo Baby
Gypsy Mark Chicken Chicken
shows the blood in the cold
water of the waters. For this
they have provided information
about it. They have been
notified about this for them.
It was closed, sacred,
waiting, heaven, smoking,
Bring a drunken gun into
the idea of ​​a disease
filled with hills, bringing
open support, discovering
the shadow of the main
*** image.

the best kindaa rice is not *** rice, ***** rice **** it iss Nepalese rice you goott to eatt it to believe it man its that good