Because now man can hardly do anything else: mere Existence is a pile of straw and a foolish faith in survival, needles and thorns constantly wound his bare feet until they bleed. Afraid or just an addict, a blind eye, a solid fairy tale about the promised dream lives, which at most only flow through a few tabloid media sewers every day at their pleasure.

A sluggish indifference coordinated to the inexorable rhythm of life instincts follows as a paid extra, to walk on the edge of the threshold of Existence on black and white squares, - it is true - only a few dare to do this.

As if restless, rebellious minds could hardly walk in slow motion through the undulating peaks and valleys of the soul believed to be immortal, like a buzzing link, like an ant together with the excluded inner loneliness of man creates the system theory of its symbiosis; because only great powers are able to rid extreme living conditions of pests. Stripped vacuums of timelessness are created and destroyed in seconds.

Each and every outgrown situation is increasingly strangely devalued, because the intentionally tamed childhood, which should never have been intentionally forced out with its raw brutality, has become a paper coffin in itself. Some similar, petty finite beings may sooner or later still recognize the one-essence: only seconds separate the bearable struggles of existence from falling towards the certain depths. The uncertainty hasn't made the days any more predictable.

Who am I
And who are you?
What is real
And what is true?

I see good people
Doing evil deeds
I've seen the righteous
Plant wicked seeds

Up is down
And left feels right
Standing your ground
Is a forever fight

The very moment empathy
Is seen as weakness
Moves human life
To just a basic business

What have we created?
What exactly is this?
Something that can not be debated
We are beyond any type of forgiveness

©2025

I run from myself
Every chance that I get
42 and still I don't know who
I truly am yet

Feeling lonely though
Not technically alone
Afraid of now, afraid of then,
Afraid of what I know and all the unknown

Who am I to be someone
Who belongs standing right here?
A complicated life
Makes the fragility of life so unclear

What's done is done,
Besides, I'd only mess up a reset
What I have done and what I haven't
Both turn to regret

©2025

Sooner or later, sweating and creaking, he will confess his inner, more feared soul to someone else; perhaps to a possible third party, if he still sees. He will catch a glimpse of himself in the sacred whirl of silently yawning curved mirrors, which show his truer, more authentic face, Wrapped in gauze of promise, like larval pupae we simultaneously chew on morsels, and we mutually reproach each other, because everything and everyone has its turn. Why is it necessary to continue to tolerate the frightened scolding of soul hordes?!

Today, man tolerates and endures his plunderers out of necessity. Perhaps one day he himself will become the atoning guardian angel of his selfish-belittled scoundrels; the false-shell of the appearance that they wanted to celebrate will finally burst, they fall apart, they drown in the anthill-like, fierce jungle-throng, big cities with the smell of Nineveh, rotten space-dirt and indifference-lined wild Lack keeps dancing on the hearts. It breeds on sinister shadows, like some infected big patient, the World is incurable.

It would be better to stop once and for all the unborn promise and grace that smells purely and exclusively of profit and money; instead of flirtatious, romantic purrs, the redeemability of the Universe - now they have consciously forced on the majority that it is necessary to live in a cage between the shallow, desolate walls of Europe; clinging to each other's shoulders, their tiger claws gnaw, and like cannibals they rest on the guts of fat-smelling moxings instead of flesh.

It tempts them regularly under the deep surface splashes; the most trusting feelings and movements seem like pontoon bridges; the howling of tame wolves can be heard in the stench of so many drunken and rebellious pubs, on the deserted alley walls of streets; in every storm and hurricane, like mad sheep, the crazy, brainwashed stupid crowd keeps clapping and it becomes less and less important who is friend and who is enemy! It would be appropriate to measure the unit of measurement of non-existent empathy and tolerance as a humane humanity!

Life is about searching,
Looking for new adventures,
Entertaining, our own mind,
Sorting through questions,
Sometimes, answers we may find.
It’s easy, to get lost
As does a needle, in a barn of hay,
Many hours, accomplishing nothing,
Like an actor, without A part in A play,
A simple exciting thought,
Can often stimulate our mind,
A vision, we discover, inside,
Like a bright, flashing sign,
We never know till were finished,
Was it positive, or just wasted time.




      Tom Maxwell©
                                                                                                            11/25/2019 AD
  2:40 AM

I’ve met a lot of people, as I travel, through life this time ,
Searching, for my purpose, mixing the energy in my mind,
There are countless messages, and inspirations, at any moment,
In time, then I search, sort, and mix, to see what I find,
None of us, should plan for a perfect grade, in life this time,
I thank God for this chance to discover, and being so kind.
When my journey in this life ends, the smoke, from,
My cremation, will rise up, like a dark cloud,
Floating towards the sky, and it will fade,
Only then my soul will travel on, more to discover, another stage.
My material possessions, will be left, somewhere they will lay,
My poems/songs, read, learn, share, for now and the future,
Change the world-wide negatives, to positives, harder each day,
In a few short moments, memories of me in this life will fade.
The Original: Tom Maxwell © 1/27/2022AD 4:20 am

Everyone has dreams, about their life,
The way they think it should be, many change, you must let them go,
If you do not, you will live the rest of your life, creating and living in misery.
You are in this life to make your soul stronger, any challenge, has some pain,
You can use the tools you have to build, a happier better future,
For you will never be able to go back and create the past again.
Everyone is on a different journey in this life, to be happy, you must learn to forgive,
If you keep thinking of the negatives from your past, you block the door,
And keep positives in your future, from coming in.
Anyone can create excuses, eliminating things they should learn, and enjoy, this time,
Often the path in front of you is like a red carpet, then you make up those lame excuses,
Remember failure, is a part of every one’s life this time, although if you never try,
You live the rest of this life, creating more doubts and confusion in your mind.
In this material world every one has their greed, it seems the first advice all doctor’s give,
Stop drinking, smoking, enjoying life, get all your drugs from me, then you,
Start questioning every minor ach and pain, after your hooked, that’s all you talk,
And think about, your last appointment, and when the next will be, with no guarantee,
Of a longer happier, or healthier life, you will live or ever see.
We each go through many mud puddles during life this time, you can always complain,
About ***** shoes, or clean them, and give those shoes a sparkling shine,
The same works for those, dreams that never materialized, and the negative,
Thoughts you repeat and hold inside over time, for if you do not clean them,
Let them be, the rest of this life,
You will always have a ***** mind.

                                                                                                                                   The Original: Tom Maxwell © 05/07/2023 AD