Windows Of Truthfulness

Jan 2015

Carl Joseph Roberts

United Nations

Let us all now make this promise
To be signed by every land
If you hurt the children of this world
As United Nations we will stand

You may never use our children
As fighters in your wars
For our children are not soldiers
They are gifts to be adored

Don't think that you can take them
Or use them as your shields
That the killing of our children
Will help to change the way we feel

No one shall ever force a child
To preform like an adult
For that gift is only theirs to give
When true love is in their hearts

Know the world now stands together
For this fight is worth the cause
And our countries have no boarders
When children are involved

Let us all now make this promise
To be signed by every land
If you hurt the children of this world
As United Nations we will stand

Signed by The People of
The United States Of America

Poem by:
Carl Joseph Roberts

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Jan 2015

Jack R Fehlmann

World Far Too Crowded

Little things can keep me
Eye to eye to
when I knew that silhouette
this time dispite my compromising
Goodbye's really go nowhere
When we do, You do
Goodbye's remain, vivid, real...
The rest of your life
So I don't meet most
I'm no observer, nor outgoing
Far too nervous, introverted
I just walk on alone,
In a world far too crowded

Jan 2015

Jack R Fehlmann

Not Unusual These Days

Claiming
to be
awake...

                 Though
                 dreaming
                  to be,..

                                  Is not that
                                 unusual...
                                 these days.

Jan 2015

Jack R Fehlmann

You, Regardless

And there you are,
that look, those eyes.
And Me,?.  But A ghost
Too long haunting.
You,  those eyes,..
And I am at once,
again,..  Always,
Held by them.
Foolishness those dreams
Those of yesterday
Every time, each time,
Caught regardless, breath taken
And there I am,  the fool
Nightly chases,
myself, the madman
In endless cycles
recognition coaches the way
The way of acceptance
I remind myself that things change
But there you are,
And I am drawn up,
quartered,..  Lost.
Again the madman has his day

That look,..
. . . . Those eyes,..

There You are,

. . . . . . Regardless.

Dec 2014

Jack R Fehlmann

Climbed This Far

If you look at me now,
See how I appear so small,
Crawled back up here from hell,
Were you dropped me off.
I am thirsty from the heat,
And the effort I put out,
Just to make to this place,
Above hopeless and lost,
Feeling a fraction better,
No where near the man I was,
Partially because I will not,
Open myself back up,
I’ve experienced a sort of trauma,
Dealt with loss the best I can,
Developed into this man,
Looking upward from the bottom,
Seeking the right way up,
Until I finally reach the summit,
See the sunshine,
Feel its warmth,
At last a healthy human being,
That’s not afraid of love.
Climbed this far,
For myself.

Dec 2014

steven

Time Passes

and it drifts out in sunsets
from throbbing eyeballs
locked on horizons,
thinking staring
following that double-frame
earthquake spasm
cut to black and blacker
behind the skull

#regret #time #passes

Dec 2014

Jack R Fehlmann

Long Ago I Made These Choices

I cannot lie about my station in life.
I know that it is  the direct result of my choices.
At some point I made  a choice  that did no good,
though at first, right then, in that moment
It seemed alright, ill effects, truthful toll unnoticed.
And I will not pretend that I' ve made so many,
hundreds,.. thousands?
Some are worse than the others,
few are borderline as at their worst they do no harm.
Then there are the milestones.
The horrendous game changers that narrowed options.
I look back, now, from this, my aparent station.
My role in the scheme of things.
Who I am and all that I lack,
with my head lowered, and my eyes squeezed tight
reliving, regretting... in acceptance.
I made my choices and I earned all that I have,
Or worse, all I'll never get.
Long ago I made these choices at a great expense.
In the heat of those moments
Their ultimate and yet to be completed prices
they seemed weightless, and had no warning tags...
Well, all but the addictive types that we are told of.
Warned, schooled, shown facts, pictures  and advertisements
But the those were for the others,
Not a master of his this world, his life,
his was supposed to be bulletproof, unbeatable, perfect..
Well to that kid I say hello,..
from this low, unwanted and barely capable existance.
Long ago I made these choices.

Nov 2014

Jack R Fehlmann

My Calling

I have this ability,
Inside,
Within my very being...
A Gift?..
Talent...
A Skill, Yes...
Worthy of Honing.
This, my craft
I've come to love.
But it is so much more,
Much more,.
You may call my way
However you believe it to be...
But I hold it's secret.
See it for what it is,..
and it is Amazing,
It is Ancient, and Limitless...
To me, the one that wields it,
this blessing?.. I see, incredible things.
I alone, my inner eye,..
Then of nothing, shall I create something,..
Seen til this moment,...
By me, and me alone.
Now, made real by my magic,..
Physical, Real,..
Mysterious spells, and enchantments cast
upon, into, over and through it.
imagination, emotion, heart and soul,..
Do you see?... Gaze upon my artwork...
Inside of you, and you, and me...
Strings, and I manipulate, maneuver, Agitate,..
I Soothe, I sympathize, I celebrate,...
Surrendering myself, entirely,
I make each piece,..
These spells are made of every color.
Potions stirred into impossible textures.
Subject matters,..
Please Judge.
Please Critique,
Please, please, pretend
to know my reasons,..
I see the awe
See the hidden wonder...
what state of mind must mine be indeed.
See the cloth that made me,
Makes everything!
I am destined,
I have heard my calling...
Bottom, to Top,..
Roots, up,...
In love with my calling.

Nov 2014

Jack R Fehlmann

Maybe

Feelings
             held
                     deeply
                                inside.
                                            Maybe?
I
will find
               something?
                                    Maybe?
I
will
        think
                  better?
                               Maybe?
I
choose
              rather
                          to
                              hide.
                                        Maybe.

Nov 2014

Chelsea Patton

Scars <\3

A scar on my wrist,
To you it's just a mark.
I know how it was placed there,
Alone in the darkness.
Odd how esoteric,
A single slice may be.
To me a cry for help.
For you slipped sheath.
Only the ones who done it,
Are the ones who can see.
The marks on your wrist,
Was from a mental disease.

4th poem. Hope you guys like it.

#depression #darkness #help #scars #cuts