Life is a grand adventure
And adventures come with tests
You won’t succeed with every try
You just need to do your best
With adventure comes perspective
And relationships - and skill
Yes, the things that really matter
When you act with power and will
Prosperity is character
When challenging times arrive
So brace up and hold steadfast
Act with confidence - and thrive
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I like thinking about life as an adventure, rather than as a trial. Recently we had a lot of great messages of hope from our church, which I could sum up as "Stay Strong, Keep Going". So I put some of these into my own words, wrapped up in the heading of "Adventure".
How are you changing in these difficult times? Read through this poem and embrace the adventure.
Autumn coates the air with its intoxicating scent.
The leaves coated in bold colors fall around my figure.
I watch them as they carelessly fall from the sky.
I find myself becoming hypnotized with every drift and turn that they take until I am lost in my own memory.
Tall thick trees surround us, and create a fairy tale like world.
The brown leaves crunch beneath our feet as we scanvange the hidden forest together.
Brightly colored frons sway in the wind, and kiss our skin as we wade through them hand in hand.
Your voice rings through the air as you coax me to move faster.
You tug me along in attempt to keep your steady pace.
My tiny legs struggle to keep up with yours as we embark on our adventure.
In this forest, we turn into noble heros.
Our mission is to always conquer the enemies.
Our swords destroy anything that halts our path.
The dead trees crumble from our sharp swift Ninja kicks.
My young eyes study you carefully during our battles.
I attempt to memorize your every move.
Determination soars through my body, as I try to be as strong and bold as you.
Quickly, I find myself distracted by the happiness that takes over my senses.
I can feel the laughter that bubbles in my chest.
It begs to be released, as I study the subject in front of me.
Your shaggy blond hair flops back and forth with every movement you make.
Your firece green eyes are filled with amusement.
A rare smile replaces your famous smirk, and is adorn by your deep set dimples
In this moment, your hard shell has crumbled from it's fittings.
Your raw self is exposed for the whole world to see.
My younger self greedily captured this memory.
She holds it tightly, and carried it where ever she goes.
It helps her when she feels as if she cannot carry on, and gives her hope.
The little girl passed this memory onto me when I got to older.
She knew it would be hard to watch my best friend slowly slip away.
We both went on to walk different paths
The boy that I once embarked on adventures with is now gone.
He chose to walk down the darken trail and got lost along the way
While stuck inside a time warp, he traded his soul for fake spirits and false happiness
Now all that remains of the best friend I used to know, is a cold and empty shell.
Each day, I find myself missing the lost boy from our adventures more and more.
We've sailed cerulean seas to pastel shores,
Known only to the glorious few,
We have disembarked, ready to explore,
As our lone ship waits slumbering in view
of the glorious bay. Light paints daybreak
across the sky. We see the rising sun
through imagined jungle—and hesitate:
The image lingers, but it must be done,
Eyes close. Toward the interior we turn
remembering, and hoping to return.
I'm going away from home
Flying in a mystic loon.
Passing through endless loops.
Gathering what the world had taken from me. I
May it feels an end And nothing left in the clock of the sand High above the endless sky With huge grief n cries No one left with me I'm lonely and alone Fighting with the blazing sun and freezing moon.
No matter its dessert or hill
No matter how death feels
I'm here to make that evil Neil
But no one's here to make me heal.
I'm not a small river
I'm who which make the devil shiver
Everything I lost
, I will take it back at any cost
I know I'll get my vengeance soon
But for now
I'm fighting with the blazing sun and freezing moon
Wanna rescue earthworms
All about on the drive?
Throw ‘em back on the grass
To try keep them alive
The rain has come down hard
And flooded their worm home
Beneath where they all live
We can’t leave them alone
Before the hot sun welds
Them all to the cement
And long before their last
Squirm and wriggle are spent
Hurry and grab a twig
We’ll save ‘em, you and I
We won’t get them all
But be sure we will try
I wait for this weird blue box to land on my yard,
piloted by an alien who invites me to travel far
because I feel so lonely and depressed on Earth
that I make dreams out of my scars
doctor who is my favorite tv show and it just gives me so much happiness, oh I really wish I could travel far with the doctor to see beautiful things and live great adventures
Green nights dusted newly fallen leaves
tumbling about aimlessly
in the mid-autumn breeze
creating pathways to the unknown
Deeper woods trailed sea salt skies
Smells linger of
forgotten books, hollowed trees
midnights up past sunrise
Stars twinkled above
A guiding path for all
of adventure that awaits
In the mountains to the coast
First glances are strong and ripe,
First touch is like a midnight musk against my skin,
Right leg goes over and i'm sitting on my black beauty Virago,
She's a warrior, fierce as fire and brings light into my darkness.
Everyone tells me "you're" dangerous but can't they see i enjoy the thrill of the rush between my legs as the rumble dream continues further unto highway 10.
Fresh crisp air, blue sunny sky, these are moments i'll remember when i'm older, true and genuine.
I love my motorcycle and always will,
no one can ever change the rumble dreams i have for my ride.
A lady and her motorcycle. I want to travel the world with you