Note: Since I haven't been on in such a long time, I figured I'd post this really long-ass poem as an apology to whoever gives a damn. Unfortunately, after re-reading it, I don't know what I was thinking about. Maybe you can make sense of it?

The heavily painted lies
cover the final fighting quarrel in my freezing heart.
It shouldn't be like this,
letting the voice dance in the air. And in this generation pure
thoughts are losing their way.
The future was torn by a plastic smile,
and in the end common human
emotion withered and faded--
And all so the rain clouds would glide far off,
and so the night sky would become boldly clear.
(And all for what?)

The stars that complete the radiance don't dare strike the chatter,
but merely cause the questions.
And soon,
he decked out words simply fail to get through.

Tomorrow is sealed,
and smouldering feelings don't continue to exist
they merely proceed around the passing day
and reaching to us once more inside the wind
they whisper,
all the way to the end of the falsehood
that is being disconnected from bare loneliness.
We're waiting to turn on the faint passion
Just turn it on with those hands of yours.

I could hear somebody clicking their tongue,
and I sigh in return. But it's not a 'goodbye'.
It's just a disappearance of a dream;
a hand-me-down to others;
a reality damped with sweat and tears.

And I'm on the run
waiting in vain,
not expecting the bus to come my way.
It's like a rebellious child that says "Forever and ever",
but not able to brighten your eyes,
for you know the truth.

The rain started falling,
like that far-off dream
and that too-harsh fate
and the moody wind.

It's like how several things are inside the fading days,
blurring,
wanting to change,
but never changing.

It's how you are,
a high-piercing struggle
'till it reaches all of the pain
by keeping in the warmth,
trying to extend it to tomorrow.

But you never realize,
that the things you rely on are our strengths,
and the things we rely on aren't your weaknesses.

"Now I've understood those who matters."

I want to push our way through darkness,
I want to push my way through you,
And learn every inch of you by heart at least for this moment,
to make this dream a dream of prosperity.

And as we proceed, we often stared at our feet unmoving,
taciturn,
timid pride causing up to kneel down on the earth.

It's a lead-coloured daybreak;
and our backs are facing the way out,
and we start running
merely exceeding our fear
by holding our courage over our heads
like a warrior's sword.

Let us scream out.

(c) Jadyn Black.

   

We might stray off the path,
just so you know.
I apologize if that wasn't your plan,
but I try to live without them, to be honest.
And I think it would do both of us some good,
don't you agree?
Even if not,
I must warn you
that we might stray off the path.

--dlf

I looked outside through the frosty window
Christmas lights reflected on the cold glass
And watched flakes fall, swaying to and fro
As they blanketed the hills, trees and grass
Hiding the graffitied, vandalized phone booth
And, briefly, all was beauty and I could feel
But if you peel away the layer to see the truth
You'll find, just like a Band-Aid, it doesn't heal

© Donna Roberts

The Neighbor

'Let's go next door'
but the Neighbor is looking over the hedges
August is the cruelest month
and when he sings the blues
he sings it to his dog
Maybe I should go round
'You have a nice voice, want to dance?'
but his catch phrase isn't that interesting
If I knew his name
Maybe I would drop by
and leave a note
his fence dips low, just enough to put my head off
Is that him behind the jasmine?
looking awkward
searching for an answer
to some question
singing a love song
that has no end
It just dribbles off his tongue
and falls flat
'Pick up that tempo'
Maybe there will time later
I think that is him now
knocking on my door
a cigarette falling off his lips
I don't think I will answer
cause when I hear him singing
I know he loves himself

I am a nocturnal Dentist and in every dream, every night
I practice in sleep, extracting each one out, tooth by tooth
And wake to the metallic taste, in the breaking dawn light,
Of blood in my mouth, coated from the tongue to the roof

© Donna Roberts

Her words are more stale
than rain drops through the ceiling
after the torrent

I live a life not of this world,
I love a man,

Not yet seened,
Not yet heard,
Not yet touched, 

Still my heart beats a thousand melodies.

We are gathered at sunset,
And departed at sunrise,

We dance under the moonlight,
And make love under the stars.

We stare at each other,
With such passion,

It almost feels,
Like it isn't enough,

To describe how we truly feel inside.

Relic
Oh come let them adore you,
With the flickering blue flashes of
their Sony Alphas.
For you represent for them something
Intangibly ancient, yet still intricate.
And while you may have been updated a few times,
and you are now John Paul 10.0,
They still think something about you is
Profoundly necessary.
And while it may just be the new shiny hat,
It is something that cannot
be deemed obsolete.




I wrote this about the pope after watching a PBS special about him.

every night when i go off to sleep
i lay down in my bed,
and then i reach over to pull the chain
on my lamp, i flush out all the light
a woosh of darkness overtakes me
i awake to the bluest of blue waters
then i rain down golden sunshine
in a shower of hope and promise
and the vast green sheet
is a sea of grass
fertilized by the corpses of yesterday
life blooms anew
each and every morning

The night flows in me, 
Like the river of my soul,


Gathered thoughts of you ,
Help me live by your side.


Beyond internal midst,
There lies a love so pure,
It sets me apart from this cruel world,


The way we touch,
The way we kiss,
The way our souls make love,

Keeps me alive even after, 
I am awake.

I love you,
I need you,
I want you.

As the Sun this morning rose, Mother woke:
Her thoughtflowers reverently praised Him, while
Her treefingers danced delightfully
To the songs of love-birds in play.

The wind she helped comb Mother's lush hair,
And on it planted pretty pearldewdrops
Then, effortlessly, swiftly,
Laced it with browngreen leafy bows.

As she puffed her face with scents of Spring
The earthworms uncreased her earthy skin.
When all ready, she blushed warmly, and
Spun around shyly to half-hide from Him her beauty.

As the Sun this morning rose, Man woke:
In grumbling groans set off to work.

I fell in love at the house of blues
Your boyishly charming smile my heart couldn’t refuse
My nerves tingled all the way down in my shoes
When I fell in love at the house of blues

You fought the crowd
We broke the rules
I sung out loud
You played it cool

I fell in love on a balcony
A forbidden place we weren’t supposed to be
Adrenaline pumping through my entire body
Caused me to fall in love on a balcony

We scaled the stairs
My heart flew
I had no cares
While following you

I fell in love in one short night
I was always a doubter of love at first sight
But I cannot deny, try as I might
That I fell in love in one short night

Doesn't matter where you go,
Or who you know,
You will still end up alone
You will still end up with you
It's a sad story
But we all know it's true
You were born as you
And you will die as you
It's a fateful fact
But what more can we do
Than just live in this shell
Hoping Earth is the hell
Because fuck, if there's something
Out there that's worse
I won't even bother
Avoiding the hearse.

he looks down and tells me
it's not abuse
if i like it.
my chest rips open
and fills with ice.

it's really not nice of him to pick on me like this
he knows my condition makes me mute --
and i couldn't say no if i wanted to.