Sometimes Something Happens

Sometimes something happens
That makes you stop and think
Is this the life I planned on
Or is it just the life I need

Is this life I live a good one
Have I done enough to help
In the end when I look back
Will I be happy with myself

Sometimes something happens
Makes you take that one step back
It reminds you of what matters
Or the good life that you have

It gives a new perspective
Shows a different point of view
Creates a feeling deep inside
That somehow changes you

Sometimes something happens
That makes you change your mind
Allows for new beginnings
Let's you leave your past behind

Well today that something happened
That did all the things above
It gave me what I needed most
A new chance to fall in love

Sometimes something happens

Carl Joseph Roberts
December 2013

Body is not optional so We trace our faces in the strangest of places 
Here we stand amongst the strange and yet call ourselves one in the same, but could this be simply the truth?
~why couldn't this make perfect sense?
In an Oblong World, How to decide what shows the proof?
If you're the one who speaks a different tongue, perhaps a tongue in cheek
Well maybe we All mean well but aren't quite skilled or smooth...
~ Is it Crazy actually to do this amongst the strangest cellular plugged in populous ~ if We cannot contemplate, cannot swallow something unknowable, seemingly impossible??

So why be One, if one is unfathomable?

We can be many fractions of the very same number.
Fractal Upon fractal we build upon each other, a patterned sequence, a human development.
Awakening to disguise, no more lies, no more masks, facades, or pretence.  
No difference, the Same 
Our conscience emergence ~ the fabric is space, the time an illusion...... the place, an assemblence.... Cooperating a Complex Creation...each a puzzle piece of our Own Imagination 
COLLECTIVELY

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I have a Jolting
Rocks Me Back & Forth
My Mind propels the forward Motion
Then My Mind Repels this momentum
likening to the back-end Motion,
Thus starts the mental commotion,
See-Sawing in my Playground of Strife

AM I AN ATOM?
What a Blessing and a Curse to be held together by Opposition?
What a seemingly trite Contradiction!

My secrets whisper inside him
Whispers so faint, on one could hear them but me
My secrets should never be told
Only two people know of one
And I doubt the person who did it would forget
My secrets so fragile, harsh, and embarrassing
But I can’t put them away, or bury them nicely in the ground
But I try to forget them and try not to mention them in mind or reality
But they always come back to eat at me more than they did when they came last
But it seems every time I deal with them they won’t disappear
Until… until I set them free
And it knows I won’t, so it tugs at me everyday
My secrets, the ones never spoken
They still whisper inside of him
He carries them around hoping it’s not written on his face
Our secret, I wish we’ve both forgotten
But it’s not
My secret, his secret, our secret
Something I regret everyday and every time I close my eyes
My secrets unspoken, have made me more broken
Something no one should ever deal with
So I’ll tell them, but not them all
And everyone will see it on his face
But that won’t make me feel better
So it remains hidden, because of what I won’t do
And because of what they will do
Creating havoc in his life and pity in mine
That just makes it all worst
For me and everyone around me
That secret will always follow me, anywhere I go it’ll still be with me
It’ll still be there when I say it, and it will be everywhere surrounding me in its deafening grip
Pulling the life out of me until I’m stiff with the numbness of a dark, cold soul
Those secrets, my secrets the one's unspoken
Makes my humanity break inside and my heart disappear