you don't wanna be forgotten; you just wanna disappear
you don't wanna give up; yet you refuse to stay here
you've cheated on your passions with your fear of failure and judgement
you've abandoned your purpose; you're not proud of it
you’re worth a million so don’t sell yourself short
you’re not here to tend to, what others believe of your worth
20 years from this moment - will your heart be bitter or stay open?
did you do all the things you desired, or did you stay frozen?
i would rather live with them not being on my side
than live with the regret of never having tried

happiness is a garden, cultivate it with water and sunshine
our hearts will harden, if we leave where we came from behind
happiness is an art form, remain graceful but draw outside the lines
do more of what makes you smile, don’t wait for the “right” time
on your bed close to death, nearing your very last breath
we're not promised a single moment; will you transcend with regret?
think wisely upon your choices, yet don't spend your precious days in strife
never ponder so aggressively that you forget to enjoy life

Though I love you, and I did,
I returned once more to the orchard.
Home seemed so far away,
Clasped in the hands of another.

Every dish washed another breath drawn,
The slick ribbons against the trees.
My love, my wonder, at my side.
Again, my demons embrace me.

Again did I stop outside of my haven,
Praying to a malevolent, unloving light.
Is it wrong to be so human, my doubts,
How could a grey sky be alright?

Why live if living is wrong,
If each whine should be a cry?
My bed felt more like teeth then,
Gnawing at me from each side.

The flowers bloomed under a night sky,
Adorned with all the things I should’ve confessed.
Once again I find myself in that time,
Yet with you I think only of what I’ve repressed.

We start with dreams, then make plans,
With some visions, out of sight,
Working hard, many hours,
To, make them come out right.
Many do come alive, they come and go,
Unnoticed, at their time
Not the exact place, or people, we vision, in our mind,
We let them pass, refusing, to accept the signs,
Then after years pass, we think back,
How could we be, so selfish and blind.
Our dreams, like ourselves, never perfect, in every way,
We often have to accept, and adjust, to the trail we were gave,
None of us have the power, to change the original plan, in anyway,
We are to accept, share and learn, at this time,
Life is not a dream, for us to lay in the shade.





Tom Maxwell © 4/9/21 AD  1:10 AM

My lease is up, with my old memories
I have to stop going through the treasuries
I walk down the halls, looking over my old things
The old band of pots and pans has stopped ringing

I walk past the lines on the walls, measuring my happiness
Though the lines kept getting smaller, becoming less and less
The light bulbs of hope seem dimmer then before
Now each **** has a lock, I felt a need to change the doors

I locked myself away, I became enclosed
I dwelled on old memories, the ones I never told
The ones that stayed silent, the ones meant just for me
The moments of love and laughter, the only ones I need

Though as much as I want to stay, it's time for me to go
I've stayed here too long, this house is growing old
As much as I don't want to face my fears
These memories are too aged for me to live here