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 May 2014
Carl Joseph Roberts
Sometimes

Love sometimes happens
And sometimes you have regrets
Sometimes you want forgiveness
For sometimes what you've said

Sometimes it turns out good for you
But sometimes it turns out bad
Sometimes it may not matter
Then sometimes you wish it had

Sometimes you need to hold it close
Still sometimes you let it go
Sometimes you know the answers
Sometimes you wish to know

Sometimes you see what's missing
It's sometimes what you have
Sometimes afraid to let things grow
You sometimes wish it had

Sometime you may not show it
Sometimes you wish you could
Sometimes no matter what you want
Love sometimes feels so good

**Carl Joseph Roberts
Sometimes all you can do is as ask for forgiveness.  Sometimes your sorry.
From the madness
I saw myself
Deep in darkness
Trying to escape
Out of blackness
Looking for the light

Running from weakness
Only into empty thought
Lost in the bleakness
Which I had made
Hating this deep mess
I find myself in

There is nothing less
But still nothing more
On my knees to confess
All is now long gone
Leaving behind stress
Sanity gone away


copyright Chris Smith 2012
 May 2014
Carl Joseph Roberts
Wherever Here Is

When you're asked wherever here is
It's the place you are right now
The place where someone should be
When you need them to be around

Sometimes wherever here is
Is a place where you're alone
Wherever here is may just be
A place you dont want known

Wherever here is could be
Where you're needed most
Sometimes wherever here is
Means someone else is lost

Wherever here is can be
A place thats seldom found
Dont ask wherever here is
Wherever is all around

Carl Joseph Roberts
 May 2014
Wednesday
Liz Taylor once said:

"Pour yourself a drink,
put on some lipstick and
pull yourself together."

I stopped believing in the positive power of alcohol
when I saw the struggle in my
70 year old great uncles bloodshot eyes
the time I caught him at 2 am
reaching for the whiskey in the top shelf of the cabinet

I apply lipstick every day
all crimson scarlet blood pooling on my breath
all dripping cherry popsicle
all lip stains on your neck and pillowcase
all red on red on red

I can't ever seem able to pull myself back together
Like stitches coming undone on a wound
Like egg shells cracking on hardwood floor
I stopped trying after 3 years of puzzle pieces
These days I make sure I never fall together so I never fall apart
 May 2014
Carl Joseph Roberts
Sometimes the things that they do
Come from deep within their souls
Others may not understand
The passions that they hold

They will give their time to others
If they know there is a need
Volunteer to help someone
Get them back up on their feet

They do not ask for money
Want no payment in advance
Expect nothing to be given
When they lend a helping hand

The moment that we understand
They do this free of charge
Is when our lives begin to change
And it fills our inner heart

Sometimes the things that they do
Comes from deep within their souls
Others may not understand
The passions that they hold

*Carl Joseph Roberts
Candy Strippers, Election Workers, Church Members, Volunteer Firefighters and Police. There are So many who volunteer there time with no outward recognition required. To all who volunteer I want to say Thank You for all that you do.
 May 2014
Carl Joseph Roberts
Listen To Your Feelings

Have you ever met somebody
That you know you just dont like
Right away you get a feeling
That somethings just not right

You think it's just a feeling
That soon will go away
But the feeling just gets stronger
No matter what they say

It's a feeling that you just cant shake
One thats deep within your soul
A feeling that makes you say
Something here is wrong

You must listen to your feelings
For they'll guide you to whats right
Those feelings that are in you
They may someday save your life

Carl Joseph Roberts
 Apr 2014
Wednesday
She stopped breaking laws when she
started breaking hearts

Bottled tears in the vial around her neck
She lays in bed like a spider in their web

They say curiosity killed the cat but in this story
Curiosity killed you

And you love kissing her because she is not like the others
She does not pull away out of shame

She kisses hard like brick on brick on window pane
no face aflame

And you love ******* her because she does not hide away
Begs you more more more

She stopped breaking laws when she
Started breaking hearts
Heed this poem of darkest days
Hide yourself when Nightmare plays
When you know, those shadows wait
Time runs out, and it is too late

Tears of fire are burning your cheeks
Forbidden secrets that grimly seeks
Draining your life, leaving you dry
Where there is no sound to cry

When blackened terror comes knocking your door
Leaving you empty, and pleading for more
But this emptiness surrounds you
This desperation confounds you

The icy touch of fear in your head
You listen to voices of lingering dead
Haunting you now, in so many ways
Heed this poem of darkest days
copyright Chris Smith 2010-
 Apr 2014
Carl Joseph Roberts
His Voice or Mine

With his kiss upon your lips
As you  close your eyes
Do you think about the life we had
Or the new life he provides

Can his hands carress your body
The ways that mine once did
Will his touch give you pleasure
Like only I could give

Can you see true love in his eye's
Like the love I had for you
Will your heart beat just as fast
As when I walked in the room

Does the memory of him fill your day
Is our memory lost in time
As you sleep within your dreams
Do you hear his voice or mine


Carl Joseph Roberts
For all those who have even felt a loss. Your Life and your thoughts will turn around and become yours again. It's true what they say. Time heals
 Apr 2014
Carl Joseph Roberts
True but still funny. A typical cops night.


Dumb Love/Drunk Love

Today I tried to call you
You didn't pick up the phone
I drove bye and saw his car
And knew you weren't alone

I tried to call you one more time
While I stood outside your door
You pretended not to hear my call
And ignored me even more

I decided I would go out back
Throw stones and sing a song
Serenade you with my words
And prove my love once more

You opened up your window
Screamed, please leave me alone
But I know what you wanted
Was for me to keep on going

That guy inside I didnt know
Came out and said to leave
He had something in his hands
What it was, I could not see

I heard you scream into the night
Leave now or you will die
Thats when I saw he had a gun
And the fire in his eyes

I saw a flash and heard a bang
Then I decided I should run
Thats when I knew my love for you
Was over and now done

I saw the lights as the cop's arrived
And watched them search for me
Then I realized that where you lived
Was over one more street

Carl Joseph Roberts
This is a typical night in a cop's life. Usally is has to do with alcohol but sometimes it just stupid being stupid.
 Apr 2014
Carl Joseph Roberts
One Good Day

Can you think of one good day
That you remember from your past
A day when everything went right
One you wish you could have back

That day you tell to others
When you talk about good times
The one that brings a smile
Makes you feel good deep inside

Can you think of one good day
That you wish you had again
One that was so perfect
That you hoped would never end

Take that day and share it
With someone you don't know
Give to them just one good day
And let the feeling grow

One good day can be enough
To change somebody's view
When you give someone one good day
It's one good day for you

Carl Joseph Roberts
You are too beautiful
To belong to me
Such a perfect vision
Seen by these eyes

Always a perfect lover
With an angelic body
The art of all desire
But only in my dreams

I am an ordinary man
No Adonis to behold
Not worthy of your love
Too afraid to be seen

You are true beauty
A goddess of divinity
The art of my gallery
A dream of this dreamer
Copyright Chris Smith 2014
 Apr 2014
Carl Joseph Roberts
I'm  Home

I got my own place today
And I did this without you
Turned the key and unlocked the door
And saw the empty rooms

The empty rooms reminded me
That although you wont be here
I'll have a chance to fill the rooms
With memories I'll hold dear

I can paint the walls with colors
Brite and pleasing to my eyes
Cover up past pain and hurt
Now knowing I'll survive

I can look out each new window
Or look in and see the views
And never see a memory
Of the times I spent with you  

I will place my pictures on the walls
Let your memory fade from view
And rearrange my future
To allow for something new

This new place I have will be my home
Where new memories will be made
It all began when I turned the key
As I walked in today

I'm Home
I'm Home


Carl Joseph Roberts 
I tried to show the emotion and hurt and at the same time the healing. I also wanted to stay true to both the physical as well as the emotionaal move.
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