John (Robert[s]) MacDonald

All the lies said and done under the crescent moon
All that was popular now lay buried with you
All of those sweet ideals were nothing more than that
If only foresight came before the burning pain

If only there was surrender underneath that clear blue sky
No longer would that spiralling staircase wind through your soul
Crimson should come before summers end tit-for-tat
The socially affluent should be forewarned

While you lay there, being ravaged by rain from under these barren trees
A line pounds your head with no remorse for the damage caused
“Ideals being sweeter than candy are just ideals”
Happiness, joy, sorrow, regret, are often too intertwined

J.Roberts (2007)

Lost,
Something so dear and precious wished away,
The immutable presence of emptiness lingers on.

Gone,
The remnants of a once affluent ideal,
Now gone and forgotten by all.

Disappear,
Forgetting oneself is lamented by all,
The dangers of discovering your identity.

Lost,
Losing the memory of something so dear,
It’s sad to say, it happens first to things cherished most.

J.Roberts

Blanketed by the clouds, My soul escapes,
your whisper fades into the ocean, Little sacred things floating out to sea,
the deep blue sky reflecting the sorrowful tone in your eyes,
nothing is forever.
If self worth is only tangible through the eyes of someone else, what’s the worth? The blade that is born of a broken heart never ceases to cut those most undeserving ones.
If only I would have known sooner

J.Roberts

Life does not make sense
But even still I love it
Won’t you share with me?

J.Roberts (2010)

Your manufactured beauty falls with no structured base,
all that’s left beneath are empty promises and broken hearts.
The sickness creeps in at your weakest times,
a society addicted to the mundane.

Step in line you hedonistic race,
your similarities and differences all fall apart.
Striving for difference in a world of mimes,
everyone with a heart lives in vain.

Say what you want, do what you want, you’re a disgrace,
nothing in your life is worthy of anyone to impart.
you cannot rise above the putrid pile of slime that you are.
You just live for yourself and despise what you do not know
all you can do is entertain.

Dance.

~ J. Roberts (2009)

Sitting there, alone.
Always alone.
Overly opaque disdain written on his face.
Reading.
Always reading.

Superior, greater is he.
Superficial thoughts reign supreme.
Pondering,
Always pondering.
Whatever has become of joy,
happiness,
laughter?
Only cynical ideas remain.

His stop has come,
he has departed.
Though his spirit lingers on.
How lucky I am.

~ J.Roberts