Friday, February 22, 2013

Malcontent


As morning arrived, this was the day;
nothing to deter him, he was not to be swayed;
his mind firmly fixed on his task at hand;
today would be the day he made his stand.

The internet was his source of unending knowledge
to obtain his instruments for the eventual carnage;
tediously he painstakingly went over ever detail;
gloating with confidence, he would not fail.

The usual suspects he didn't represent;
unassuming his appearance they didn't have a hint;
inflamed and horrified as the beads of sweat appeared
his heart pulsating as the conclusion of his destiny neared.

A young girl glances his way and smiles;
acknowledging her with a wave staying focused all the while
bobbing his head to the beats in his ears and
in the mass of people he quietly disappears.

Backpack in tow the countdown has begun;
in his mind he believes that he’s already won;
trifling establishment will be forced to recognize
with the fear and dread he imposes on their lives.

In a blink of an eye, the sound is deafening;
the destruction his day of reckoning;
stained streets and twisted metal abound as
only bits and pieces of flesh remain on the ground.

Painstakingly the evidence is slowly revealed;
his reasons and beliefs no longer concealed;
as people ask why and contemplate the unknown;
one thing is painfully clear, he is not alone.


Copyright by NewLife2008

Thursday, February 21, 2013

Purpose

Struggles that go unseen
amongst billions of lives;
each must decide
between heartache and happiness;
trying to find out
what life really means.


Copyright by NewLife2008

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

My Reason for Poetry

On the day I was born, I
didn’t know what went on;
just out of my mother’s womb
to ask that of me is really too soon.

What I can say is I’m sure I was crying;
anything else would probably be lying.
It was an early January 13th morn
of 1966 on the day I was born.

The earliest memory that I recall
is having TB at the age of two ya’ll;
two weeks being away from my home
though by myself, I never felt alone.

My bare chest pressed up against a cold metal plate;
told to look at a toy monkey to keep my body straight;
taking x-rays making sure it didn’t reappear and
swallowing horse pill meds for two whole years.

It seems I got comfortable at enduring tribulation;
no matter what it was I could handle the situation.
Developing a calm disposition beyond my early years;
enabling me to bravely cope with my hopes and fears.

Friends helped my mother out during her pregnancy
as my brother and I stayed with their family;
during our stay we realized their house had evil beings;
as young kids we couldn’t believe what we’re seeing.

TV’s turning off and on and things being thrown about,
even with a God fearing family they would still act out.
Worst of all at five years of age I remember vividly seeing
at the top of the balcony there hung a dead human being.

Despite the family saying their aunt was depressed,
with all the happenings going on it made me guess
how would I have felt it that had been my mother;
by doing so it helped me to feel the pain of others.

Looking back I realize my reason for poetry, it’s from
all these feelings I’ve carried around since infancy;
no matter how much I write I will always be torn;
as I was from my mother on the day I was born.


Copyright by NewLife2008

Strands of Time


The strands of time weave memories
so delicate a blanket bringing me warmth
from fond moments but have been torn and 
tattered by events throughout time leaving
me cold in this journey called life.

Cruel on the one hand, time stands still
making every moment agonizing knowing the 
future of our cherished ones lies just inches
away from our very hands – left only wringing 
them together; holding each other in consolation 
knowing they’re tied – hopeless to render aid
to the ones that need it most.

From it this delicate blanket is torn but I’m not able
so sew it back together since its tear is not at a hem
to be repaired so it remains a constant reminder like a
wound that never heals – trying to minimize the damage 
I fold it within the rest of the fabric and pray with the
passage of time I never have to feel the coldness of life
seeping through again to make me shudder.

Loving on the other hand time pours expressions of elation 
and sunny smiles that have helped cover some of the tragedies 
that have befallen me; with fondness and affection; occasions 
pleasantly filling the photo book of life literally and figuratively, 
people dear to me, sharing time spent together and of places visited;
leaving me so thankful for the ones who've provided it in my life. 

Yet my blanket isn't left without consequence; good or bad
it has through time become weaker and weaker, thinner 
and thinner until they disappear. The thousands of strands no 
longer can serve the purpose they were meant for; each one of those 
strands representing the ones lost from unforeseen occurrences, 
disease, accidents, sickness, and our mortal enemy death. Now I 
too have become old and feeble, my power fading even though this 
blanket of life is no longer mine; the memories and moments is what
I will remember just before my strand is no longer here as well.

Copyright by NewLife2008






Friday, February 15, 2013

Skimming Rocks

confined by silence

shattered by launching missiles

ripples slowly fade

Copyright by NewLife2008

A Sinner's Prayer

A sinner’s prayer is all this is
perfunctory in effort at best;
I can’t remember when I really tried.
Going through the motions it seems;
In a whirlpool of redundancy
my life is a total mess.

Wave my hands in a certain motion,
upward gaze in mediocre reverence
as if it would increase my chance.
Repeating words like a broken record,
I probably can say them backwards;
I wonder if I’ll get any points for that.

I don’t claim to be perfect;
like everyone else, it’s fact I can’t deny.
The fact remains that it’s so easy to lie;
I wish I had something to move me;
to believe I could garner true forgiveness
but the truth is I don’t believe anymore.

Eyes wide open to all that I see
for all the badness I’ve done,
but I know I’m not the only one.
Two sides of my mouth I tend to speak
as if a sinner’s prayer carried any weight;
my future should be easy to deliberate.

I’m not a bad person, but I can be mean,
selfish and brooding even at times;
violence sometimes gets the best of me.
Those few moments when I succumb,
leaves little to anyone’s imagination
the reason I pray for my salvation.

I think I speak for all when I say
I truly wish I didn’t live this way;
sometimes my reprieve exists in a cup.
Maybe yours exists in some other faucet,
but when I bend my knees and look up;
this sinner’s prayer is all I’ve got.

Copyright by NewLife2008

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Kiss


Soft warm pillows of flesh
quivering in anticipation.
Inviting shorten breaths;
the space between closer yet.
Cerebral sensuality;
physically transferred;
forever remembered.


Copyright by NewLife2008

It Made Me Cry

I didn’t know his circumstance
but on the concrete he laid;
his hand outstretched as he entreated
ignoring his pleas as people glanced
refusing to give any aid.
His existing state not his fault he repeated,
dropping what little change I had as I passed by;
wondering where did is life go awry.

Little ones a jewel of creation;
a special gift given to us to take care
but it seems that’s no longer the norm.
Thousands of children in a desperate situation,
the love that’s expected is no longer there;
now have to suffer pain and harm
by the very hands that gave them their existence;
what was a little life is gone in an instance.

So vigorous and full of vitality;
beautiful and innocent,
I’m sure that’s what they were.
Now out on the streets nightly,
not a mystery of where it went;
wishing they could be what they were before,
selling their bodies for meager means;
drugs and empty promises took away their dreams.

Amongst the billions of lives I live
and I wonder if they feel the same way I do;
thinking things can’t continue like this.
It seems something in this world has to give
the foundation of this world is so askew -
harsh realities too real to dismiss -
we couldn’t rid this world’s problems if we tried;
as I read of another tragedy it made me cry.


Copyright by NewLife2008

Saturday, February 9, 2013

Alone (Open Letter from a Clothesline)




Here I stand alone at the edge of my owner's property,
remembering when I was once a necessity.
But now all alone is what I remain
as my sanity I try to maintain;
expendable because of modern advances;
hoping for more than just passing glances.
Despite the elements causing decay
I pray that I will be used someday
when my owner will be in a sudden bind,
his machine affected by the unknown;
relinquished to avail himself to my lines
and I no longer remain alone.


Copyright by NewLife2008

Shower of Memories

Before going to bed I showered 
and while there I thought of you;
it seems I do a lot of thinking there.
You came across my mind and 
I wondered how you are doing.

Missing you and worrying about you so;
just wish I could just tell you, though
the last time we talked seems like eons ago.
Blood no longer thicker than water despite 
the fact that you now have a daughter.

Now it's just me and my thoughts;
closing my eyes as the hot water
cascades down, soothing me,
as I remember our times spent
together and how things used to be.

As the heat rises and fills the room
the condensation fogs up the mirror
and like it, our future is no longer clear.
Regardless of where we now stand
in my heart I will always hold you dear.

Finishing my nightly ritual I dry off;
my thoughts move to my aching pains as
back to bed I tread to join my sleeping wife.
Though you don't know I wish you the best
as I lie on my pillow and put my mind to rest.


Copyright by NewLife2008

Friday, February 1, 2013

The Stain of Hunger


Little soft smiles all around;
while green mucus runs down
on swollen stomachs of feeble bodies,
dirty brown markings abound.
White, yellow, black, brown,
all oblivious to their impending plight;
except to the fiery red flame
of the hunger inside that burns bright.

Some can no longer stand on their own,
their mothers are forcefully resigned;
as their children cry and moan;
knowing death is just a matter of time.
The whites of their eyes are all she sees;
while black despair fills the very air,
biting bugs and flies suddenly appear;
one final breath and he’s no longer there.

Hunger is a wretched gray of misery;
every three and a half seconds another dies,
because they’re trapped in severe poverty
while the food they need is being denied.
Being fed with only empty words and white lies,
their very souls tormented black and blue.
As life continues in a downward spiral;
Sadly, losing lives to hunger continues.


Copyright by NewLife2008

Yearning


As each individual dreams
far-fetched as it may seem,
it keeps them in constant expectation.
Inside of which is a burning fire
nothing which can douse their desire;
within their hope lies the foundation.

Resilient despite despair,
not leaving anything to chance;
the reality of failure they’re quite aware;
refusal to it is their stance
so onward they plow;
feeling they’ll make it; someday, somehow.

Each person is different,
though inside they’re all the same.
Not one to be complacent;
determination is their aim;
something that all of us can relate
with anticipation; they eagerly await.

If a mere preposterous concoction
all based on grandiose illusions;
our hearts must use caution
since it’s our heart we’re using.
Imperfect decisions causing decay
and slowly the dream would wither away.

An intrinsic sentiment that’s hard to withstand;
inexorably we keep trying to aspire
as our unreasonableness exceed our demands.
Our over-zealousness causes a misfire;
so back to the drawing board for another try
since in dreams is where our happiness lies.


Copyright by NewLife2008

Disease


So they tell you you're pretty; know they're talking to you,
like to believe you are; you doubt yourself; don't know if it's true.
Like the attention that it brings, like the grave accolades and all;
makes you feel so strong inside; like you're standing ten feet tall.
But you don't tell them what’s inside yourself; 
twisted and dying in your every cell,
you can smile and lie to them, but you can't lie to yourself;
shell of a soul torturing your mind; as you live inside your hell.

And your life is not real; this deceit that you conceal;
you can't break free and you wonder why,
why can't I be? I just want to be free!
Just cure my disease! Somebody please! Why can't I be free!?
So I can have peace and finally be... just be myself.

You were doing so well on your own you liked to believe;
you were in total control and you took your life's ease.
You found someone to live inside you, thought it was someone you could trust;
but he deceived your heart and now it's turned into dust.

And the pressure started rising, rising up all inside;
till the pressure started leaking out and it could no longer hide.
Now you're backed into a corner, like a child scared and lost,
walls crumbling around you, insecure foundation, you gotta pay the cost.

And your life is not real this deceit that you conceal;
you can't break free and you wonder why,
why can't I be? I just want to be free!
Just cure my disease! Somebody please! Why can't I be free!?
So I can have peace and finally be... just be myself.
I just want to be myself.

Copyright by NewLife2008