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 Dec 2014
Carl Joseph Roberts
He Never Said I'm Sorry

He never said I'm sorry
For the bad things that he did
Or all the time that he missed
When I was just a kid

He never said I'm sorry
For never teaching me
All the things I would need
To help me through me teens

He never said I'm sorry
For not standing by my side
The day when I got married
Not meeting my new bride

He never said I'm sorry
For not knowing his grandson
Missed the day he was born
Never knew how he grew up

He never said I'm sorry
As he laid dying in his bed
Now for him I just feel sorry
For all the things he never did

He never said I'm sorry


Poem by: Carl Joseph Roberts
I guess the thing he did give me was that I now shower my son with love every day.

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 Dec 2014
blythe
In the stillness of the night
The stars are shinning bright
But it is the moon
I have been longing to see, soon
For it holds the beauty
That I will adore for eternity.
Just a random thought for the day.
The hill always looks tallest
as you stand at it's foot;
however,
I think you'll find
the view gets far better
as you ascend.

It's well worth the effort.
You cannot change other people.
Regardless, it's rude to try.

Would you really want that kind of control, anyway?
To castrate the potential of a Mind you do not understand?

Maybe you should free your Mind, instead.
 Dec 2014
Amitav Radiance
When stillness of the night
Is infused with the silver light
You hold on to a golden crucible
When the night’s dew
Aged to perfection by nature
Blends perfectly in the concoction
A feeling of euphoria
As you hold on to the perfect moment
Drinking the unusual harmony
Leaving you lightheaded
With a caress of the cold breeze
And you do away with sobriety
To take hold of the night’s beauty
Becoming one with the night
As the darkness drapes you
With the intoxicated air
For you to inhale the aroma
Of sheer delight
 Dec 2014
Tongues
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My soul is still
As slow as light grows
Over forested hills

My eyes are wide
As oceans that cannot
Contain their tide

My heart is silent
Though the love it holds
Is nearly violent

The revelation
That It Is Finished
Has left the wonder
*Undiminished
 Dec 2014
Phosphorimental
We were given but a divine inkling
of what lies beyond mystery
so that our minds might imagine
what only our hearts know for sure.
 Dec 2014
Elioinai
Is it my country,
That makes me feel I must scream,
Out my uniqueness?
My ISFP personality,
My adolescence,
Which was like a tightly closed bud?
Is it you,
Who always seems to be judging me?
Forcing me into a mold,
Once again deriding my happy self discoveries,
Which I secretly hang,
Like ornaments on my arm,
To set me apart.
Why,
Do I so often fight against,
You?
Your life doesn't look full of holes,
More like an old, musty diary,
That needs new entries.
While you were sleeping,
Before you could wake to prepare,
I grew up,
And your words,
Are not so heavy,
Cannot keep my head down.
My stem shoots upward,
In my mind it is quickly catching up to yours,
Climbing different walls,
Producing different roses,
Gathering strength from heady fountains,
From which you never drank,
Stop,
Telling me,
What I should and should not do,
So much.
Learn,
To find excitement,
In my life as it is,
What I want it to become.
Dream with me,
And no longer pull me back to earth.
I need you,
To tell me,
I can Be,
A mermaid,
A queen,
What it is that I desire,
To Dream.
I believe,
Old, musty diary,
That you forgot how,
And are only now remembering.
Do not be afraid,
For it is joy,
To conquer fear,
And life,
Is understanding,
The beauty of your own soul.
God is not the god of static things,
He Dreams.
June 19, 2014
 Dec 2014
Elioinai
Like liquid gold and diamonds,
Raining pearls and sterling,
Was the holy blood, You let
Fall,
A Perfect Prince, destroyed,
Laid upon cold stone,
To not just save, but masterly contour,
us,
We must be worth something,
Now, each shining nugget is placed,
Upon the one before,
And rising, with our Keystone
We are finished, and just begun.
August 5, 2013
 Dec 2014
Elioinai
I’m not saying I own no diamonds,
I’m not saying I have no gold,
I just don’t think I have that beauty,
The kind that you can hold,
I’m not the stuff of legends,
My treasure’s not in bling,
The words I say are all a wreck,
I’m not worthy of a King,
But why I know You’re beautiful,
Why I’ve heard You sing,  
Is because You still accept me,
In spite of everything.
Jan 18, 2013
 Dec 2014
Terry Collett
How fragile we are;
how near the edge we get,
yet so unaware,
even in those moments
of stillness when we
sit and stare.

The show goes on,
the circus excites;
the long days,
the fun nights;
the pushing things
to the limit;
the share of the show,
the touch of the thrill;
the end is just out there,
a feel away,
a mere just out
of reach place
staring in the face.

How fragile
we've become
from the strong
we thought we were,
from the invincible
we pretended.

Soon or later
the close
of the game
and all 's packed up;
all's finally ended.
ON THE FRAGILITY OF LIFE.
 Dec 2014
Elioinai
I at birth,
was like a lump of ambiguous carbon,
inside there lay a code,
for building a beautiful person,
but that was just the plans,
they didn’t have to be followed,
pick and choose,
add your poison,
A thoughtless word,
here and there,
will change countless Directions,
But,
Diamonds,
began to appear,
for what is Life,
on earth,
or really,
Time?
Pressure,
added to Love,
quickly equals beauty,
and those rules they didn’t obey,
the mistakes you made,
even They,
are used,
to add more pressure,
and uncover Love,
though the pain here,
Must be increased,
my Melody,
clarifies in Hardship,
and my hands fill,
with the sparkling Glory
Feb 15, 2014
 Dec 2014
Elioinai
My life crumbles from without,
So many things I knew, now shadows gray to me,
So many things once strong and good, deadly poison now to be,
Mortar as sand, and not a brick to see.
I was planted strong, with the roots of righteous tree,
But my branches have grown sick, and birds do weep around my knees.
I must remain strong, in my furthest core,
For within me flows living water, healing evermore,
My walls did crumble, my house did shake,
But my Foundation is as firm as ever, for my own life I did not make,
And no efforts from an evil, could my life, from Him take.  
No matter how bad the quake.
September 2, 2012
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