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Wednesday, July 31, 2013

My Favorite Flavor

As thousands of flavors abound,
one in particular I've found
when I tasted it for the very first time;
realized this flavor is one of a kind.
One I knew that somewhere existed
and I'm so glad that I persisted;
I just love the way it excites my senses.
It relaxes me as I let down my defenses
and realize the taste is just so fulfilling
I’ve never found another so thrilling.
In the palette of life I've found my flavor,
my dedication to it will never waiver;
you all might think over time it will fade
but to me this is the best flavor ever made;
now no other flavor for me will do and
so glad that my favorite flavor I love is you.

Copyright by NewLife2008


say they want peace;
but no one can agree.
Their freedom is what makes them slaves…

Copyright by NewLife2008

Dance, dance, dance

Dance, dance unreachable light
way up in the dark skylight.
Sparkling crystal ballerinas
pirouetting out in heavens arena.
Parading across the earth’s orbit as
we dream beneath the space in between.

Dance, dance natures bouquet
as winds’ hand takes you away.
A cornucopia of vibrant colors,
across the landscape you shower
us with fanciful fragrant aromas;
so approachable is your persona.

Dance, dance up in the azure sky
with wispy white eyelash surprise,
variation of shapes with each glance;
imagination colliding with circumstance.
Covering us with shade or showering rain
and dancing snowflakes that hit my window pane.

Dance, dance my beautiful matrimonial maid;
in intricate flowing gown and white sheer overlay.
Today is your special day and it’s finally come;
now as husband and wife we've become one.
It’s time to share the first dance together;
growing to treasure each other’s love forever.

Copyright by NewLife2008

Friday, July 26, 2013

Unconscious Influence

I realize what a mess I've made of my life;
the reasons why I could never keep a wife;
it was something back then I couldn't see.
I wasn't able to be the man I needed to be;
I wish there was someway or somehow
I could have realized then what I know now.

Bad choices only make painful consequence;
learning the hard way doesn't make any sense
yet here I sit all alone wishing I still had you.
I thought by now I would know what to do;
without you in this whole world it feels colder,
I’m getting old; this life of mine is getting older.

I wish I could wipe this slate clean and start afresh
but second chances only made me second guess.
I’m doing what I need to but I'm not ready yet;
my conscience knows my life needs to pay its debt.
I realize that now and it’s fully understood
that If I could have changed my past I would.

Though this time I did my best it just wouldn’t be,
twelve years went by but not without more tragedy;
another love in my life gone and this one cut like a knife -
my only daughter left me because she wanted another life,
because of my situation it becomes a heavy realization
that a motherless foundation caused my daughters devastation.

Of burdensome heart and broken spirit my life has become;
now realizing the true consequence of all the things I've done.
Truly at the lowest point; my life has finally come full circle.
I clearly see how my actions have produced all that is hurtful;
a domino effect that touched each and every life including mine
all because of the boy in me this man couldn't leave behind.

Copyright by NewLife2008

Thursday, July 25, 2013

Hurtful Desires

In the deepest darkest secrets sin resides;
posturing for dominance in the heart it hides
as it ignores reasoning for its justification;
wanton lust behind an obvious aberration.

Late hours in front of a glowing screen
looking at disgusting acts of the obscene;
over time the standard views looses its luster;
needing more disgusting acts to cut the mustard.

In the mind the seed in now firmly planted,
wishing now if only now an act can be granted;
he goes out to find someone who’ll willing comply
since these unnatural feelings can no longer be denied.

Out roaming in dark smoked filled nightclubs
angered that even with the inebriated he’s snubbed;
goes back home to think of how to exact his revenge
since hurtful desires from his very mind now hinge.

Riding around slowing in the morning school hours
trying to find unwitting ones as the block he scourers;
friendly banter and smooth talk his mode of operation;
slowly building trust of the innocent is his determination.

Now having one in his grasp the kindness instantly disappears;
using threatening words and intimidation his motive is clear.
But an ensuing struggle permits a chance for her escape
fortunately ending an act that would have ended in a rape.

Time passes and now his eyes covet a married man’s wife;
not satisfied with his, he wants what he has in his own life.
His sexual appetite a rage he can no longer keep to his own;
justifying like others he feels his conduct is one to condone.

No one ever had a clue since he hid his sickness so well
that after all these years not even his wife could tell.
But it festered like a an uncleanness that can’t be wiped away
and since he did not restrain it; it kept growing everyday.

Trying to find a way to her he undermines the good of her man;
seeing what unhappiness in her he can try to command.
Day by day he can see her walls finally collapsing within;
at last he can finally begin with what will be her final end.

Copyright by NewLife2008

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

I Apologize

Didn’t know what I exactly said to offend;
not making an excuse or trying to defend,
all I wanted to be was a true friend
but I guess the wound was too deep to mend.

Not that I didn't try, because I did;
I know in the end it’s up to you to forgive
but sometimes you keep your feelings under a lid;
and that’s just no way to live.

Friendship is supposed to be a two-way street;
where both learn to give and take;
truth and honesty can at times be bittersweet
but only then can a real friendship make.

Never knew that I hurt your pride;
please don't keep those hard feelings inside
all it will do is eat you up alive;
love and forgiveness is what we need to survive.

Deep down inside I keep a positive view;
I’m truly sorry that I ever hurt you
but if we both keep our faith until the end;
in time I know we'll become friends again.

 Copyright by NewLife2008

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Delicate Existence

In the delicate folds of her skin
sun spots and freckles paint her canvas;
exasperated by the free radicals afloat
trying to minimize the damage within.
Her temples pulsate from reflection,
her eyes as piercing as ever,
filled with contemplation and hope;
her sights set in a new direction.

Timeless beauty bounded up in the folds of time,
unraveled strands making up the years
from the unadulterated innocent beginnings.
Playful glee without worried strife
coming to a halt no longer sublime;
filling up with worried stressful tears
burdened by her complicated life;
adolescence never quite realized.

And it all falls on her like a weight;
for a ten year old it doesn’t seem fair.
No time to reflect she hides behind a veil,
she doesn’t have time, too much to care for;
though she can breathe she’s drowning for air.
Inside she loves but logic keeps her torn;
so she clings to hope since she still believes
knowing this isn't the way it’s supposed to be.

Years later and now on her own
her contemplation and hope have grown;
Despite success and failures along the way
the only way to minimize the impact is resolution;
it works for some memories, but others still remain;
knowing some pains no one can take away.
Overcome by madness is an unfortunate solution;
sadly some things will never be the same.

She is better now and wiser from it
as some things you just have to let go;
making amends and moving on is requisite
what the future holds no one ever knows.
Uncharted horizons before her awaits
though she is more guarded now,
she finally realizes what her life means;
gathering herself as her life slowly reconvenes.

Happiness is only a moment away;
deliberate her steps as if on a high-wire
fighting off treacherous thoughts everyday.
To rise above it all is what she aspires;
slowly but surely she will come to attain
those around her who will nurture.
She is now secure in securing her future;
knowing she'll never have to deal with the pain.

Copyright by NewLife2008

Sunday, July 14, 2013

Lover's Plea

Please regard me my love;
I languish from confinement;
your nectar I crave
and I must be replenished.

Weakened, I need sustenance,
for with you is my life
and without I would expire;
I reckon on your mercy.

Your embrace is love itself
as it preserves me alive;
relevant and warm,
in kindness you lift me.

No longer can I resist;
at last we consummate.
Deeming it paramount;
your full lips I imbibe.

From kisses reawaken,
my faith is strengthened.
Thankful for your reply to
this lover’s plea you didn't deny.

Copyright by NewLife2008

Friday, July 12, 2013

How Mother's Love Fed Us

There she stood, I remember like it was yesterday;
my mother there in the hot kitchen just cooking away.
I see her with the utensils and ingredients neatly laid
showing how much she loved us in the meals she made.
The molcajete and pear pestle inside; with warm water
she'd pour I thought made the chilies and tomatoes hotter;
fresh pequins and serranos crushed by the ball in her hand
ground to a fine paste that made a sauce only dad could stand.
Every movement with precision and such tender care it
was like poetry in motion as the aromas filled the air.
Piquant spices like garlic, oregano, and comino in amounts
only she knew, never measuring the spices in the food she threw.

As a small child I was in awe how she did it so flawlessly
yet she not too involved that she couldn't watch us cautiously;
making sure our curiosity didn't invite an accident to happen.
On the hot stove there she placed the comal that in time radiated heat
anticipating for fresh homemade tortillas we couldn't wait to eat.
It was amazing how she had a sense of awareness and balance;
an unswerving determination to make what came to be perfection
simply oozed exquisite tastes and complex arrangement having
our undivided attention as we waited for our time with anticipation.

Unselfish countenance it was unspoken as she didn't think twice
it just was the way it was as my father ate first and we came after
him making sure we had our fill and only then would she sit still.
This went on for years until she taught us her skills but at times we
would refuse as teens not seeing the importance of her culinary wisdom
with what became our favorite meals thinking now if we had only listened.
Those fond memories of our mother and how she operated in the kitchen
with food so unforgettable that after all these years we still talk about it
Those days are gone, those aromatic smells and wonderful tastes have
all but disappeared; but despite the fact we no longer have her here
the memory of my mother and her food we’ll indelibly hold dear.

Copyright NewLife2008

Thursday, July 11, 2013

In a Blink of an Eye

It all happened in a blink of an eye
even though you didn't know I was there;
in time you would shower me with love and care;
a miracle created from love growing inside.

Though you didn't know what I was going to be,
it was determined all along from both your genes;
from the color of my eyes to my personality traits;
from one world to another my arrival you'd anticipate.

Delicate and intricate, a marvel of creation;
needing all the warmth, love and attention;
to grow between us an unbreakable bond
that would carry me through my early life and years beyond.

From my first steps to the first words I ever uttered;
the first few years so precious to my development;
being there for me, in my time of need, keeping me content;
molding me, shaping me, and teaching me of things that mattered.

Some things to me as a child went by as a blur;
most things I don’t remember, but others I recall;
like spending time in the hospital with the nurse at my beckon call;
being sick with tuberculosis and hoping the doctor would cure.

Did things of foolishness as a young boy inclined;
saying a bad word without hesitation like a stupid dope
as my brothers ran off to tell mother leaving me behind;
getting spanked and my mouth washed thoroughly with soap.

But most of all I remember how you showered me with love and care;
teaching me godly things and helping me have a godly fear;
to hug me when sad, spank me when bad, and comfort me through tears;
never leaving me in my time of need; always being there.

Now the time has come for me to return the favor;
to help you in your time of need is my enjoyable labor.
Showing you the honor with a love that will never die;
forever thankful brought into this world in a blink of an eye.

Copyright by NewLife2008

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

A Bug's Life

Through a pixelated world I see
all these pixels make my world blurry;
the resolution isn't resolute,
no particular way is absolute,
so I react instinctively without hesitation;
it’s either exist or obliteration.

Heat, wind, or vibration,
even the slightest variation
keeps my senses keenly aware;
helping prolonging my existence here
as I try to fulfill this life cycle;
perpetuating future generations before I go.

Thousand of millions of us in existence;
higher beings viewing us with indifference
until they deem us a nuisance with contempt.
To rid us of our place they seem so determined,
insignificant they view us and hence;
not thinking of the underlying consequence.

Beautiful flowers in need of pollination,
designed to aid in their fruits population.
The earth’s ground to which we are designated;
to cleanse the soil and subsequently aerate it,
the chemicals you impose leave us no recourse;
you kill the problem but then kill the resource.

It’s bad enough we live a meager expectancy
with others feasting on us by mere supremacy;
beings seeing us as a scourge by way of disease
yet destroying our lives and theirs as they please.
We didn't invade and take over their land;
no, that distinction belongs all to man.

Now the ecosystem is way out of balance;
it’s so messed up I don’t know if I have a chance.
They realize our micro cosmos affects everyone and
I hope it’s not too late to undo the damage they've done;
destined it seems to live my existence filled with strife;
such is the case when living a bug’s life.

Copyright by NewLife2008

Canvas of Life

The canvas of my life has been painted,
the colors I have chosen and now
I can see what has become of me.
With a splash of black on canvas white
my life was filled with darkest nights;
sometimes also a shade of grey clouding
my thoughts between wrong and right.
Throughout the years came many moments;
some sadly were a blur in the stream of time;
while others stood out in my mind with
soft soothing colors making them sublime
and those moments I've certainly cherished.
I can say unequivocally that I've enjoyed
these moments of colorful dancing beams
with merriment and nostalgia as they’ve
cascaded across this canvas of what is my life.
It’s shaped me into what I now am
and I can say there have been regrets
but there are things that I can’t forget.
I realize that life passes us by too soon
and then in the twilight of our years
moments are all that we have left.
My canvas of colors in time will fade away
and though some colors were left to chance
all in all I can say that I've enjoyed this dance.

Copyright by NewLife2008

Sunday, July 7, 2013

Mother's Nature

In a tempestuous rage she unveiled her wares
tempting the foolish to advanced; she dared.
Potent, boiling and churning her very essence;
nature unable to contain her overpowering presence
as she struck the terra firma the opposing elements collide
while the winds played and danced into a crescendos’ tide.
Reverberating across the distant land it ached in delight
as the air crackled, the asphalt burned from her blazing light.
An astral vision captured in time in the distant there she lies
for only a brief moment as she disappeared from our eyes.

Copyright by NewLife2008

Saturday, July 6, 2013

Only in Memories

Touching your cheek on this screen
it’s all I have left of you it seems;
I'm losing my mind wondering why
you felt you had to leave and say goodbye.

Somewhere you float like a ship lost at sea;
torn from your moors so you could be free.
Your freedom though comes at a consequence;
painfully not realizing it was at an expense.

You I thought I would never lose,
but what lured you was hard to refuse.
Regardless of your choice I love you still and
pray you come back but probably never will.

Every day this pain I try to hide
so people can't see what’s inside;
all the memories I keep of you;
it seems there is nothing more I can do.

I tried and gave it my very best
yet you only made me second guess.
If you could have of only realized
how much I truly sacrificed.

I hope you find yourself one day;
it seems you're throwing your life all away,
so many things you could have done;
those chances for you have come and gone.

As my touch on this screen lingers across,
I imaginarily wishing to feel what I’ve lost.
My love for you will never relinquish it seems;
For I see you every time when I dream.

Copyright by NewLife2008

Friday, July 5, 2013

The Last One

The last one to ever catch your eye,
The last one to know the inner you,
The last one to make you laugh until you cry;
The last one who falls in love with you.

The last one to whisper in your ear,
The last one to kiss on your neck,
The last one to run my fingers through your hair;
The last one to touch the middle of your back.

The last one to wipe away your tears,
The last one to smell your soft skin,
The last one to ease your fears;
The last to have as your best friend.

The last one I dream of at night,
The last one I want to miss,
The last one that I hold tight;
The last one that I want to kiss.

The last one whose face I see when the sun arises,
The last one to fulfill all your dreams,
The last to see your face light up when I bring her surprises;

I want to be the last of your everything.

Copyright by NewLife2008

Twisted Life

So you've been known to dance and sing;
you're so good at this popularity thing.
Men in your life come and go and
all your business everyone knows,
try as you may the spotlight you can’t escape
and you make it worse by the choices you make.
Exposing yourself and you don’t blink an eye;
get in your way and you lash out like you’re crazed.
You're questioned as a mother and you wonder why,
weeks later and you say it’s nothing but a faze;
needing help the courts have your father intervene
and to your fans you can do no wrong it seems.

It’s a twisted mangled mess;
too late to turn back.
No longer can you second guess,
the man is dead and gone - look what you've done;
you talk about your pain
but you aren't the only on.
You can simply walk away,
no true consequence for you.
You're guilty of the crime
but you're not going to do the time;
because you're name is up in lights
and everyone loves you, right?

Blood splattered, flesh is torn,
what were lives are no more.
Up until now no one really knew
but underneath somewhere laid the truth.
People’s lives will never be the same
your rendezvous is no longer a game;
you tried your best to keep it concealed
but everything eventually is revealed.
In a rage she finally came undone
and unfortunate for you she has a gun;
but you say you can't stay and she can't let you go;
now you're both dead and everyone knows.

One of the greatest entertainers of our day;
at least that’s what many people say.
Though they didn't know the real you or
of all the things you did and went through,
what was perceived and what was real.
Keeping little boys and animals inside your gates
where you lived in your Neverland estate;
regardless the masses loved you still.
Now the gloved one is all but gone;
to give their respects they came in throngs;
your kids and family left behind;
in death, peace you finally find.

Another incident, but sadly not unique,
to all its very transparently clear;
the more money you have the louder it speaks
to the point it’s so loud they no longer hear.
Too much power and fame,
yes, too much of everything
until they're no longer themselves.
Believing they're invincible is their demise;
cordial and smiles but inside its all lies.
What’s really inside no one can tell
until the pressure builds up and the dam breaks;
and in the end it never bodes well.

Copyright by NewLife2008

Ha! Yeah, Right

Untitled that’s what you are;
it seems you aren't that clever,
using excuses won't get you far
no use in you saying “whatever”.

This poem here isn't making any sense;
thought you could write something better
so don't try to make up a defense;
this is nothing but a wasted letter.

Ha, and you call yourself a poet
a dimwit could tell that you aren’t;
it doesn't take a genius to know it;
you're so lost you need a search warrant.

No worries about being plagiarized,
no one wants to copy your mess;
all you do with your poems is terrorize
and they don't even have to second guess.

So just end this while you're still behind;
I have no idea what you're going to call this
but while I'm at it here is a piece of my mind;
throw it away; it’s not like you're going to win a contest.

Copyright by NewLife2008

Thursday, July 4, 2013


Document, that’s all that’s left of you;
from all these papers I've gone through.
You're no longer here, you're just a date
and what’s left of you I can't escape.
A painful reminder of all that I knew
finalized in raised emblem signed in blue;
with the final description typed within them
telling me what supposedly happened to you.
But what they say don't make me no mind
because that’s not what I carry with me;
just smiles and happy times of what used to be.

Document makes it hard to deny the truth;
It seems I can't accept that you've gone away
but what they give me show me proof
that you're no longer with me here today.
I'm no fool but I keep on holding to the past
remembering all that you mean to me;
no matter how hard I try the years go by too fast
and I’m afraid that you'll end up a distant memory.
But every time I pull out my box of documents
I see the brown envelope behind a certain manila tab
and it leaves my heart heavy and my soul so sad.

Copyright by NewLife2008

Objects in Mirror Are Closer Than They Appear

Objects in mirror are closer than they appear;
so watch out and keep looking to your rear;
it only takes a second to realize that
this the message is not a guise.
When changing to another lane,
it becomes a shock to your brain
when people’s horns start blaring
and at the top of their lungs they’re swearing
like it was something that you did;
but really, who are they trying to kid?
They speed like it’s the Autobahn;
except here in America, we don't have one.
But you can't tell by the way people drive;
it’s a miracle that you're alive and
now it’s a personal vendetta.
Look out because they're coming to get'cha,
out of their way, or you'll regret it;
this is their road and it has their name on it.
With their unmitigated audacity, it seems
their brains don't have the capacity;
they think it’s everyone’s fault except theirs.
Reasoning with them is like splitting hairs;
it’s better to just give them the right away
than resist and they end up ruining your day.
It just comes to bite you back in the end;
with people like them you can never win.
So the next time you gaze in the side view mirror
realize there is always a loose one in the area;
don't fool yourself into thinking
just because your signal light is blinking
and the distance between you and them seems a ways;
just let them pass, and believe what the mirror says.

Copyright by NewLife2008

Monday, July 1, 2013

Rainy Days

Rainy days are made for lying around,
looking out the window upside down;
while the gray sky rumbles and aches;
no choice for me other than to partake.

Rainy days sometimes accompany the usual;
coming down in the presence of funerals;
it helps hide the tears we shed
when paying our respects to the dead.

Rainy days are for rambunctious ones;
adorning raincoats and galoshes and off they run,
splashing and playing until the rain relents,
mother calling them in; their energy spent.

Rainy days are for those in love;
walking in it as it falls softly from above;
romantic conversation and longing glances,
the perfect ingredients of what romance is.

Rainy days are for supplying life;
making the earth in all of its phases rife.
Quenching the ground and cleaning the air;
for without it life itself wouldn't exist here.

Rainy days are essential for everything,
regardless of the slight inconvenience it brings;
greeting us with a lovely reminder here down below;
with the creator’s promise that of a rainbow.

Copyright by NewLife2008

P. S.

P. S. – I love you.
For all the things you've done;
and yet to do,
I feel oh so pretty;
and it’s all because of you.
Inside and out;
improvements without a doubt,
so please accept my gratitude.

P. S. – I depend on you.
You make me feel young again,
I’m like putty in your hands.
You know exactly what to do.
so precise every time we meet;
every time you do it so well,
yet you make it so discreet;
no one could ever tell.

P. S. – Until the day I die.
One thing is for sure;
you will be the only cure.
No matter how old I get, I still feel spry;
though inside I'm wasting away,
I feel younger and younger each day.
Besides, everyone keeps telling me so;
you fill me up with an inner glow.

P. S. – I must confess,
here on my deathbed as I lie;
mortality caught up to me I guess.
No matter how hard I try;
plastic surgery wasn't a cure for all.
What? P. S. – Postscript is what you thought?
How else did you think I was able to impress ya’ll;
you guessed it – with all the plastic surgery I bought.

Copyright by NewLife2008


Twisted, writhing convoluted,
the pain inside my soul
confusing my brain.
I’m lying on the floor
like a junkie who needs more,
needing something to make it end;
I wish this pain would dissipate.

Something so inconsequential
or so I thought;
it’s telling me otherwise,
the pain catching me by surprise,
I’m just a slave to its cravings
every time it changes me;
someone help me, my soul needs saving.

It dominates my every thought
I can't think of nothing else;
for hours and hours at a time
I’m at its mercy; for which I hate.
This life is no longer mine;
craving the darkness I need to be by myself;
cold and damp into the abyss I gravitate.

I drift off into the space of unconsciousness
not knowing what day or time it is;
at long last my body is at peace
as the pain and convulsions finally leave.
My body is worn out from another episode;
at long last I’m given a reprieve;
I want this to just stop, please.

Not in control of the things inside;
I thought I was strong enough to resist
but when it comes I have nowhere to hide.
I’m so tired of living like this;
my hope is strong, eternal it flows
as I cope with this everyday my resolve grows;
Twisted I may be but one day this will end I know.

Copyright by NewLife2008

Where My Torment Lies

Down deep in dungeons where the unknown lies
I've gone to seek what torments my body and mind.
It curses me from the depths as I hear its cries
in a labyrinth of darkness I try to seek and find
and destroy this creature that curses my very life.

A stranger to it I'm not as it knows me as well;
my weapons are ready and my courage is strong
it has a thirst for my blood and me it can smell.
But I will not rest until this creature is gone
and I've freed myself from this tortuous hell.

Down into the dungeon I proceed with reckless abandon
making my way through the labyrinth it knows I approach;
angered by my presence as it hears my feet landing
into it’s no longer solitary abode that I've encroached;
both of us on collision course we are destined to fulfill.

With a torch in my hand the beast makes clear of its location
as it pounds the concrete approaching at a fever pitch pace;
waiting to intercept him I eagerly await our confrontation.
Finally coming from around the bend we are face to face;
nothing need be said as we both know we have a need to kill.

What becomes a fierce battle that goes on throughout the night
back and forth we go trying to smite each other with deadly blows;
what seems like a standoff though both fighting with all our might
to the creature’s demise I'm aware of something that it doesn’t know;
as I await the perfect moment to unleash my cunning defense.

Its anger has become its undoing since too blind with rage,
I now have the upper hand as I cut it down where it stands.
Keeping my wits I perfectly pierce it with my poisonous blade;
into its heart the poison takes immediate effect and like grains of sand
it crumbles to the ground leaving me victorious once again.

Copyright by NewLife2008