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

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

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

Complete Faith

Faith in believing in the things unseen

solidifying our beliefs without a doubt.

What is promised will always come true;

while in the present we are willing to live without

knowing in the end it that it will all come about.

Copyright by NewLife2008

Dog Gone Love

In my life I’ve not yet quite found love;

my heart is like dry parched desert land

waiting for copious showers from up above;

to germinate the seed that lies dormant below.

For years without love it seems I’m a forsaken man;

reciprocating loneliness is the only thing I know.

Between the lines of love and like is where I lie

when I hear the last words I’ve never liked;

saying you're nice and so unique

but not enough to me for it to be you.

It seems I'm always the other guy;

that’s good enough to befriend but not to keep.

The window of opportunity has shut on me again,

the moment has passed and I can no longer get in.

So it seems I'm right back to square one and

I'm beginning to believe that it’s nothing I've done;

since I've exhausted every avenue; I realize it

has nothing to do with me but all with you.

You could explain it but it wouldn’t change the intricacies;

saying you wished it was something more tangible

like a cold or some type of disease so you could

have a prescription filled out at the pharmacy;

instead of standing here making apologies and

making yourself believe you're letting me down easy.

But let me down is all you've done;

once again I realize I'm not the one.

If I was some kind of cuddly animal to be by your side

and “messed” up the relationship I'd just go and hide;

scold me okay, but then after it’s all said and done;

everything would be cleaned up and we'd still be one.

Copyright by NewLife2008