Jack R Fehlmann

Jack R Fehlmann Aug 2020

Drawn out
and discoverable
Witness's
admit being Led
left to right
And If as when
Is read
does create as
written
A growing distance
As eyes take in words
word by line
By line leading yet
To a line's
Ending
To find
a love's ending
Therein
Nearly always
ends
in periods.

Rarely
if ever
questions?

See.

Jack R Fehlmann Aug 2020

Lip muck

The pins held in magnetic lines
Pinwheel and meet at the poles
Everyone who ever cared was somebody then like the magic wand
Waves once then is gone

Jack R Fehlmann Aug 2020

knots

To the you

Of then

Soothe thin

Mortal failings

Pure once

You do yet

I must move

Interned knot

Our wants

Confused

Balled in

Thoughts

Jack R Fehlmann Jul 2020

Airwave Generation Explained

That black and white,
Picture perfect everything
house and a wife
life's problems trivial
End with happy endings,
life is perfect
airwave education
We the TV generation
the picture box taught
as kids we believed
Life will be perfect,
As we deserve it,
Expectant, entitled ignorance
To believe life as writers dreamed
Love too easy,
be the stuff of legend
this life and the next
pact promised with a kiss
Forever, through sickness
and in health,
a financed diamond ring.
the world kept right outside
does not have theme music
and it doesn't give one ****
endings are neither good or bad to
simply death, pain, incarceratiosnd injustice and a clear line drawn
Have all | want it
Survival of the richest

Jack R Fehlmann Jul 2020

Allows Less

I live in little world
Within these borders my kingdom

My walls, my keep,
My burden is mine and mine alone

Though I strategically seem beaten
This enemy waits afraid

Their toxic men of vision
Do not know my reasoning

All they can do is speculate
Behind these impregnable walls

The mad man king rules
Because he is aline

Jack R Fehlmann Jul 2020

Never but in passing

misdirection premeditated orchestrate

That night I met you and I never heard your name that that night you met me you never saw my face

Jack R Fehlmann Jul 2020

Be better Son

I hope he is better than me
How the difficult choices are made
Learning through my mistakes
Shared the worst to disbelieving eyes
Fell a few rungs that day
To him I would not dull down jagged edges
He needs to see he can be better than me.
Mind your choices in friends
Believe you are above the obvious
Words can't take away when you know the truth.
You don't have to and so what if they do
You're better then me Son
Leave doors open and aim high as you can
See what you can do