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Monday, January 16, 2017

My Son, My Heart

The distinct smell of iodoform permeates my sensory neurons
as I sit in the waiting room with my muted emotions
staring at the television I can’t emote a response to Monday Night Football -

Across the way my wife carries our son in ICU;
he doesn’t cry because he’s heavily sedated
but soon, his heart will no longer beat

because he has a terminal illness. At only
a day and a half old he will never know
what we look like or see our now sad faces.

What is worse, today is April 19th, 1993
and MNF has been replaced with David Koresh -
the TV  burns fire and smoke fills the screen -

and my eyes fill with tears – not from the smoke
but from the fire that is being extinguish in my son;
he can hear our voices and softly smiles, holding my finger.

But now he is slowly fading away…he will be
gone but not forgotten; I didn’t hold him
she did – but I will always hold him in my heart.



Copyright by NewLife2008

Thursday, January 5, 2017

Angling For The Sea

Fiberglass flexibility,
at six and a half feet
it’s half a foot taller than me.
Tip top, tip, windings all secure;
guides to butt guide, top to bottom
all the eyes are aligned.

Male and female ferrule
fit like glove over fist;
make sure there’s nothing I missed.
Oh, man the handle is firm and neat;
there goes the real seat, butt cap
and hook keeper, well that’s that.

Ball bearings all are well greased;
the gears work perfectly
as the reel handle I gyrate
to adjust the drag moderately.
The bail is firm and the line spool is
full of line, now to attach the reel foot.

With the remnant of a salt smell
I gather my other equipment;
aerator, tackle, tackle box,
weights, leaders, popping corks
hooks, and a variety of lures.
Now a drive to the shore and leave behind my cares.


Copyright by NewLife2008

To be Innocent Again – What I Wouldn’t Do

One must have the mind of innocence
to love freely without prejudice
and see with eyes open wide
of what a person truly is inside.

To be free of fear and mistrust;
from which our insides start to rust
rotting away hope and light;
diminishing our souls as it fades into the night.

We must insist on being innocent;
free from the whispers of discontent
from the doubt that drapes and suffocates,
killing our hope the more it permeates.

So resist with every ounce of your being;
we‘re all the same, we want something to believe in.
Whether we make it or whether we fall,
like a child we’ll eventually heal from the scars.

Those childlike qualities is what’s missing,
look deep inside; they’re in each one of you.
Remember what it was to live and love without hate?
It’s the only thing that will save us from our fate.

Never give up believing in humanity
because humans are you, them and me;
embrace others no matter race, creed or color
we are all children of God; sisters and brothers.


Copyright by NewLife2008

Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Blue

Swallowing her whole,
she can’t escape the barrage
hurtful words pierce through
but there’s no visible bruise;
if she could only forget


Copyright by NewLife2008

Monday, November 7, 2016

Transitory Stay

How I would love to gather my thoughts
But they’re leaves in the blowing wind
Around and around they go
Until the wind dies down
On the ground they stay
As they decay
One by one
They die
Peace


Copyright by NewLife2008

Thursday, July 7, 2016

Recollections of Regret

The stained whispers left me empty;
your words never fulfilled.
Like dusty memories on the floor;
each one swept out with time
but unfortunately, never forgotten.

If moments could always be chromatic,
but only rainbows readily comply;
if life were of such embellishments
then disappointments would be figments
but regrettably, they are all too real.

Life like time must march on
though the moments never fade;
lying in our pillowed subconscious
in futile attempts we try to forget;
forever etched in recollections of regret.



Copyright by NewLife2008

Monday, March 28, 2016

Bleak

My vision isn’t what it seems
I try to focus but it’s a fight;
the light in my eyes have grown dim
now everything for me is a strain,
what I was sure of now no longer remains.

I don’t see it getting better
no matter what I try to do;
these problems won’t go away
since my world is blurry everyday
and these specs I wear are just for show.

I wish for how things used to be;
when my vision was clear and bright.
Things weren’t as bad back then;
wrong was wrong and right was right
and we knew exactly what to expect.

Soon everything will become dark
I know my future isn’t very bright;
what I see in my mind’s eye won’t matter
though I know this darkness isn’t forever;
it has to get worse before it gets better.



Copyright by NewLife2008