North Wails

Flooded fluorescent mustard colored walls

surround me and assault my vision daily;

dreams of sunny open spaces always call

memories of happiness I recall are hazy.

Maybe it's the stench of this carpet that stings

to the point of erasing all I recall with fondness;

musky to the point that it drowns all my dreams

encompassing me with all that is darkness.

For half of my day I think I'm in an asylum;

the madness that exists is beyond comprehension,

I try to impose my will but I feel like I'm on an island

and I can't escape because I'm in another dimension.

On a daily basis I serve my time like a prisoner

paying my debt to society trying to be a survivor;

the warden here is oppressive and just sinister

to his methods of punishment I'm not a subscriber.

So I spend my time trying to stay as busy as possible;

at times I get a reprieve by looking out of my window

seeing the snow fall makes my agony almost inaudible;

silently it disappears and I wish I could let this all go.

I hear the outside world and I long to get my time done;

it beckons me as I see glimpses through my peripheral vision

trying to  keep my sanity intact and not come undone;

it’s pull is so strong to the point I hate my situation.

Finally, the audible alarm of my phone signals my freedom,

I unshackle the weight of this daily responsibility

and follow the path home to the one who is my beacon;

greeted by the light that is my love who makes it real to me.

Copyright by NewLife2008

Our DNA

Seemingly out of the unknown

where no one could even hear

is where you’re held most dear

and where billions have grown

Multiplying with every passing second

a vast information highway so minute

computes information seemingly out of air

wrapped in the DNA that two people share

Coiled information with nothing amiss

its genetic code causing shape to appear

something so perfect it’s hard to dismiss

and something that we’ll hold so dear

Sadly most precious things are taken for granted

as they aren’t even given a second thought

full of regret their freedom has been supplanted

by a life that was nothing more than an afterthought

Abusing this life we’re given and don’t think twice

what was precious in the beginning made you come undone

turn around and abuse others so what if it’s a life

killing others and killing ourselves what have we become?

Something that came out so pure and innocent

has grown into a human being cold and corrupt

thinks so little of others becoming so arrogant

made from love but don’t know where love went

Raise each other up while pushing each other down

push and pull, back and forth and can’t find a way

with every breath we take it seems the more we drown

doomed to fail we can’t break away from what we are in our DNA

Copyright by NewLife2008

Our Love

I see the veins in your hands

blue in color, soft like a whisper

as I hold your hands in mine;

your cuticles I feel in my grasp

and the warmth makes me whole

I see the freckles that light your face

as I look into your eyes I smile;

turning into the wrinkles of happiness

finding love within this special place

encompassed within the space of our souls

Spinning around my mind is a scent of your potion

it moves all inside me and gives my life motion

I’ve got it together but when I’m with you

I come undone and you make me feel childlike

I see our future in your eyes and I’m satisfied

Nothing feels better than you next to me

the rain is wetter and the sun’s rays brighter

the cold is like sadness the heat is like madness

these feelings I hold so much fuller life can be

since I know I’ll always have you around.

You’ve touched me like some unknown miracle

I can’t express what you’ve helped me become

a feeling unsaid but you can feel my emotions

it’s something we both feel no need to explain

love coursing through our veins as we are one.

Copyright by NewLife2008

Wasted Intentions

Postcards on the edge of intentions

sitting on my nightstand ready to send,

written words on pressed cardboard

their envelopes waiting to be sealed;

time goes by and so does another year

I’ve ignored their pleas as they just sit there.

Copyright by NewLife2008

Indistinguishable

The blurred lines hard to define just an inch away

crossing over to where there is no taking back,

snow blind my vision has become and I'm lost;

this new year in just a number with the same old stuff.

Copyright by NewLife2008

My Last Memory

I’m sure it was a memory, yet so vivid;

I could see myself lying there

playing with blades of grass

as I laid on the warm soft ground.

Looking up I could see my mother,

she was calling me by my name;

her lips moved but there was no sound

and then she quickly fades away.

I wake up to find myself inside a room;

all alone lying in a hospital bed my

youngest recollection as a small child

and realize that I’m not dreaming.

So young, yet I was never afraid of being

alone, nor of needle injections or horse pills.

But things don’t stay the same and now

I can’t help worrying about everything.

Especially of dying. And it hits you like

a ton of bricks when you’re at that moment,

all of your memories good and bad; all

of your relationships and your regrets.

I’m awake but blackness surrounds me;

I hear panicked voices, but I can’t see a thing.

I feel a gentle touch and soft sobbing I want

to say something but I can’t; then, it’s all over.

You hope when your gone, people cared

enough so as to go and pay their respects

but who’s to say, you’re dead and the last

memory is like a dream, one you never wake from.

Copyright by NewLife2008

Wonderful Realization

Summer’s lazy days finally comes to its finality

with the coming and passing of another Labor Day;

no more holding of hands on the boardwalk

and the sound of children’s voices slowly fades

like a rising fog making the day visibly clear;

a change of another season is almost here.

Cricket and cicada sounds no longer pierce the air;

like the hot humid air they’ve all disappeared.

Annuals and perennials faces now began to droop

saddened they can no longer greet us day by day,

knowing we won’t have our morning companions to greet;

their cycle of life to live and procreate is now complete.

Another phase has been ushered in as the seasons collide;

fierce, bold, blustery winds give us no choice to decide.

Summer’s gone away and now nature takes its leave,

chlorophyll takes a reprieve as the trees began to slumber

deciduous they’ve become as palettes of colored leaves pirouette,

dancing silently in the air and falling to the ground everywhere.

Hot beverages with cocoa and pumpkin become in high demand;

people in jackets and turtle neck sweaters as love becomes grand,

fireplaces flickering at night as frost meets the morning light.

Lazy in slumber we’ve become feeling the warmth of each other

as we lay under bed covers my eyes flicker against your skin;

gradually waking up to the wonderful realization that it’s autumn again.

Copyright by NewLife2008