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Sep 2014 Nevermore

New sight

Sep 2014 Nevermore

Eric

I think the root of the wonder of childhood comes from a
Malleability of perspective.
Radically prismatic shifts that
Expose dry truths through a lens of amazement,
Rightly justified
As a young mind recognizes what
Crystallized geriatrics like me can no longer see:
That the bland fundamentals of the world are truly worthy of awe.

Sep 2014 Nevermore

facebook

Sep 2014 Nevermore

Eric

facebook

Here in the 21st century
People only have time for
4 lines of poetry
Just enough, squeezed into a collapsed facebook post

…Sorry, Walt Whitman.

Sep 2014 Nevermore

Another Facebook

Sep 2014 Nevermore

Eric

Another Facebook

It’s interesting how
Facebook is slowly turning
The fully realized emotional moments
In someone’s life
Into a hollow scroll-through that
If a sufficient blip of emotion is met
Will generate a thumbs up

.....the condemned saved from death
By the caesar’s great compassion

Sep 2014 Nevermore

Just Wait

Sep 2014 Nevermore

Carl Joseph Roberts

Just Wait

Just Wait

Just wait and let life happen
And you'll see without a doubt
Time has a way of fixing things
It seems to just work out

Know that you have options
When you don't know what to do
Take some time and walk away
And do what's right for you

Don't rush and do the wrong thing
Step back and take it slow
Give yourself time to breath
And let the right plan grow

Don't make quick decisions
No need for judgement calls
Get all the facts that you need
And do what's best for all

Just wait and let life happen
And you'll see without a dought
Time has a way of fixing things
It seem to just work out

Carl Joseph Roberts

Sep 2014 Nevermore

Stars

Sep 2014 Nevermore

Eric

Stars

When I was a kid, I could look up into the night sky and immediately pick out the big dipper, no matter where in the world I was.

Tonight there were a billion stars, crystal clear.

I couldn't find it.

I wonder what else I could see at a kid that I can’t any more.

Sep 2014 Nevermore

I was made for war

Sep 2014 Nevermore

Eric

I was made for war

I was made for war
My hands are soft, my lungs are weak
I was made for war
I have no discipline, I live to feed my flesh
I was made for war
My mind………my mind………………
It still contains the coal
Hot, burning, aware, remembering that
I was made for war
My leathered soul, dust covered, grey still burns
I feel it whisper, because
I was made for war
Lord, Oh my Lord
Harden my hands
Open my lungs
Discipline my mind and
Teach me to starve my flesh
Because
I was made for war*.

[Ephesians 6:12-13]

Sep 2014 Nevermore

THE ONE GIRL VERSUS THE OTHER

Sep 2014 Nevermore

Traveler

THE ONE GIRL VERSUS THE OTHER

One girl wanted me
But I wanted the other
So I chased the other all night
Just to make her my lover

One girl smiled
The other turned away
One girl left
But the other girl stayed

One girl looked
As good as the others
But the other girl had dated
One of my brothers

One girl helped
Chase away my blues
The other girl tried
To run me through

One girl whispered
In my ear
The other girl said
What I wanted to hear

One girl I could proudly
Take home to mother
But Mother wasn't happy
when I brought home the other

One girl treated me as kind as can be
The other girl always cheated on me

Life would have been so easy
With just that one
But now the other girl is the mother
Of my daughter and sons...

**** it all!

True story!