James WF Roberts
Who is the dreamer?
Who is the sinner?
Who is the lame?
Where is a Hero?
Where is a Villain?
Where is God?
Where is the spirit
Where am I?
Where is the Light?
Where is the echo of hope now…
feel the burn of white hot kiss
engorging myself in that blissful kiss
to be a fire-fly, dancing,
swimming in the embers of night
is mortality a Caterpillar’s temporary tomb?
Is eternal silence a butterfly
meandering up and over the anthill of mediocrity
I stand as one with nothing, everything, nothing at all
just another footnote in the long, long line of failure
I swear i’m cut from
what can an angel see in a lost-cause,
the Jude of my time
perfection talent, technique all lost
on the likes of the great idiot of today
how long will it last?
How long will she stay?
How long can anything keep going?
Is love blind or just naive?
Am I destined to repeat…repeat..
repeat all of this over and over again…
in the end who is the winner
who is the fool?
Will I come back around again
to suffer the slings and arrows of
even more obscurity
just another way of saying my name