Biography of Jane Roberts
Grew up in rural West Wales, and have lived in Bristol for the last 25 years.
Jane Roberts Poems
Her baby voice is loud and free. She shouts with joy, anger and interest. I don't like to make so much noise,
Hatred Of Me
She wants to spoil it for me. Everytime I feel happy She comes along, and makes me feel bad.
No I like the word Is there anything less?
I am on the brink of success And what makes me feel good? I meet my mother She says 'well..........................'
Good evening sweetheart Are you feeling really clean After washing away the ashes of the week? Leave them at the bottom of the bath
The forest is silent, soft and loving. There is no need to speak. Meet me there
I have uncovered the full force of my un-recourcedness. I have come away empty handed, Without even the meagre tools I had come to trust.
It's too hard for me to be good. I'm just pretending, I can't hold it together. I want to throw it all away.
Just let me live Please. I don't want to die.
She has entered your world And she isn't going to go away Yet.
She has entered your world
And she isn't going to go away
She has no choice but to accept you
As you are,
So be everything that you are.
Only add one little thing,
To allow for her new existence.
A little protection,
From your own bad experiences.
There's no need to pass it on.