I GOT UP ON THE WRONG SIDE OF LIFE

I GOT UP ON THE WRONG SIDE OF LIFE

The sun comes up at night and the moon lights up the day.

I owe my soul to the devil and I have nothing left to pay.

I have to breathe out just to catch my breath.

When I look in the mirror it scares me half to death.

I get up in the morning and nothing is what it seems.

I think I'm awake but I'm lost somewhere in my dreams.

Then I wake up and see reality, it's the end of things with number two wife.

I thought things were going good, I guess I got up on the wrong side of life.

Everything is moving backwards as the world spends around.

I can see people's lips moving but I can't hear a sound.

Over and over and over, the sun comes up and the sun goes down.

Searching, searching, searching, for something but nothing is found.

At the start of the day, I think life is going to be a rainbow of hues.

Then I open my eyes and see nothing but blues.

All over the world all I can see are pain and strife.

I guess I got up on the wrong side of life.

Every day the winds are swirling and they keep on blowing.

It's becoming a struggle to remember all the things I've been knowing.

The sun goes down and the moon hides its face.

More and more it gets harder and harder to be part of this human race.

Going down the highway of life all the traffic lights are red.

Each day Murphy’s Law presides and I know I should have stayed in bed.

It's a jungle out there and I'm trying to cut a path with a pocket knife.

Another day, the alarm clock sang in my ears, and again I got up on the wrong side of life.

Everything is on fire but it all feels so cold.

I know before I can change this cycle, there are things that need to be told.

I need to stop worrying that for my actions someone might feel the need to scold.

Before things will change, I need to stand-up and do something bold.

The sun is about to rise and today I will do things right.

The dawn is about to peak over the horizon and on this day I may have to fight.

On this day there will be no trouble from a wife, there will be no pain and strife.

On this day there will be no jungle and a pocket knife, I will get up on the right side of life.

STANLEY HENDRIX

12/31/10

 My book of poems "DEEP DARK SECRETS" is available online at WWW.PUBLISHAMERICA.COM, WWW.BOOKSAMILLION.COM, WWW.BARNESANDNOBLE.COM, WWW.AMAZON.COM,and WWW.BORDERS.COM 

A POEM

A POEM

A poem can be short or it can be long.

When put to music, it can be the lyrics to a song.

A poem can be about what's wrong or what's right.

It can be a bird high in the sky as it soars in flight.

A poem can be a flower that you stop and smell on your way.

It can be words that out loud you just can't say.

A poem can be a river that to the ocean it is flowing.

It can be a tree that for hundreds of years has been growing.

A poem can be about a place that's dark and you're trying to find the light.

It could be a battle that to the end you must fight.

A poem can be a dream that has slowly begun to drift.

It can be about the ground that you stand on that has begun to shift.

A poem can be about a first kiss in the rain.

Or the memories of an old lover that drives you insane.

A poem can be about a touch that gives such a thrill.

Or a time in your life when you were keeping it real.

A poem can be a fantasy that makes your mind wonder.

It could be about the wonders of life that makes one ponder.

A poem could be memories that bring back tears.

It can be about places where you get lost in your fears.

A poem can be about lovers that lurk in the past.

It can be about a life that just went by way too fast.

A poem can be about deep dark secrets that you never want to share.

It can be about people that are lost in their own little worlds that just don't care.

A poem can be a darkness that lives deep within.

It can be about how a man and a woman can be just friends.

A poem can be a sunset that's painted in many hues.

It can be about life and how you have to pay your dues.

A poem can touch the hearts of many, I know this is true.

Some may be written for someone special and meant to be read only by a few.

A poem can have a message and some may have two.

This poem was written to say . . . I love you.

STANLEY HENDRIX

12/14/10

 My book of poems "DEEP DARK SECRETS" is available online at WWW.PUBLISHAMERICA.COM, WWW.BOOKSAMILLION.COM, WWW.BARNESANDNOBLE.COM, WWW.AMAZON.COM,and WWW.BORDERS.COM