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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
neth jones Aug 24
familiar
there's no space like home
no company like a handmade family
no way of love like the handsome routine
  no elbow room like the familiar
a spell of life    til
     an itch takes to the brain
and inches of ***** tape spool
ideas of wetter play
     haemorrhage and pool
            and it's jostled
there's no hum like our humanity / it's a slur upon our sanity
I wonder if my legacy
will merely be a faint light
in the peripheral vision
of a passer’s eye or a shadow figure
of a memory, the name on the tip
of a tongue one can’t seem to form.

No matter how many letters I write
to my ten-year-old self she doesn’t
seem to trust she will ever be first in line
because she’s been taught, she’s
supposed to be last.

I am beginning to understand
why I’ve always been in love with dandelions.
They are petaled, defiant sunlight
thriving where nothing else can.
Jan Reest Aug 23
Man in a grave,
surrounded on all fronts —
by trinkets used day to day.
Who belongs to whom?
Who is the master?
Who is the slave?

Flesh and bones
wither away like morning mist —
yet, pottery remains.
It's intricate patterns
speak an ancient tongue.

Even steel corrodes,
and yet, pottery remains.
Mud buried in mud,
it retains it's sapient form.

Beneath it all,
what is the purpose?
Laokos Aug 23
I can see myself wasting away
and
drooling on the carpet,
playing guitar
in empty rooms,
sitting in old bones.
no one is there to hear it
but it still plays,
it still comes through
like that—
with or without an audience,
with or without reason,
with or without permission,
as if it was more important
to be born than to be noticed or polite.
if I make it
to those old bones
and empty rooms,
to that guitar,
what will it sound like?
will I hear melodies of connection,
threnodies of yet un-lived sorrows,
interludes of foggy nobility?
I am deaf to the music of my life
but if I listen closely
I can hear death
playing music in another room
behind
a closed door.
No matter what, life goes on..
No matter what, just chill in life..
No matter what, stay strong..
No matter what, be humble..
No matter what, believe in you..
No matter what, be good..
No matter what, be grateful..
No matter what, be cheerful..
No matter what, stay bountiful..
No matter what, do your best..
No matter what, stay tuned in your rhythm..
No matter what, do what makes you happy..
No matter what, don’t forget to enjoy little things..
No matter what, moments are memories..
No matter what, cherish every moment..
No matter what, embrace your life..
No matter what, life comes once..
So is you and everyone around you..
But never forget to -
embrace, cherish, love & cheer in life.. 🥰
Because life is short and time is fast.. ❣️
Life goes on, no matter what.
In the blink of an eye, clouds move
In the blink of an eye, time swifts
In the blink of an eye, ice melts
In the blink of an eye, birds fly
In the blink of an eye, wave swirls
In the blink of an eye, beauty mesmerises
In the blink of an eye, health changes
In the blink of an eye, wealth goes
In the blink of an eye, things change
In the blink of an eye, life changes
In the blink of an eye, destiny changes
In the blink of an eye, death comes
In the blink of an eye, time passes
In the blink of an eye, anyone can pass
In the blink of an eye, fortune can change
In the blink of an eye, anything can happen
In the blink of an eye, life exists..
Let’s live this life to the best with zest
As life can pass in the blink of an eye..
Sailing ⛵️ in the life sea 🌊
  Travelling with the deep sea…
     Going far with the vast sea…
On the way sailing with;
       Gigantic creatures of sea….
Even with high waves;
      it still keep the calmness in sea…  
Neither the sorrow;
     nor the happiness,
              endure with the wide sea…
We just keep sail with the deep sea
Nor the destiny known;
       Nor the route seen so far…
We just sail with the waves of life sea 😍
Life is a vast sea of happiness and sorrow
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