#changes
Ah spring the time of change
But it is not just a time of year it is a
State of time when it comes to life though
These cherry blossoms of the mind: difficult, beautiful yet interesting
Though I never thought of life as a season
Though it is a change in year
It also changes with life
As well
I see that life changes all the time
Especially when you are going through a
Hard time it is always changing with the tides of life
Though nothing is as permanent not even the
Universe is permanent it will soon be …..
Destroyed by its own end
Think about about this
When you see
A cherry
Blossom
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 3:42 PM UTC
I don't have to wait anymore
I think someone is calling me but I can't hear who.
I feel it's there waiting for me to hear it.
But I don't see where.
I think it touched me but I don't know how.
I think I need to see it but I don't see why.
I think it's dead
Or
Maybe it's alive.
It is there waiting for me.
I am sure it's there
It must be there.
I hope it's there.
It comes.
It's alive
But dead to me.
I am not waiting anymore.
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 1:49 PM UTC
.
sun shines sooo brightly
but when those freezing rains come
waiting feels endless...
❤️🩹 ❤️🩹 ❤️🩹
I do a lot of blabbing & I sent this
haiku to someone along with a song
and a message, and, of COURSE, I was
going to just remove the message, but then
thought, meh, why not leave it in, though
the very idea of people hearing me speak
is rather terrifying!! But ceasing to wrestle
my demons, and cuddling with them
instead I've learned can be most
beneficial for growing in life,
so AWAYY I go!!! If you
want to skip my
blathering,
the song
is at 4:20
(and, no
I didn't
plan it
that way,
but 4:20
works
just
fine,
haha)
🖤💛❤️🤍🖤💛❤️🤍🖤💛❤️🤍
Cover of "The Waiting" (T. Petty), 2 May 2026
https://tinyurl.com/TakeItToTheHeart
May 3
May 3, 2026 at 12:53 AM UTC
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 / poems© 05/07/2023 AD
Philosopher Polymath
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 6:52 PM UTC
I remember when I was under age, to be in a tavern,
Sneaking in without or with a fake ID I would make,
That does not seem all that long ago, I look around now,
I’m usually the oldest person at any saloon I drink at today.
As time moves on our parts in this life do change,
We must accept, and seek , as we move on down our own life path,
At any age you can discover your purpose, some thoughts to rearrange.
Searching for my hidden talents, why, God, put me on planet earth this time,
Accepting reality can be hard, introspection amazing what you find.
Every year another friend or two, are placed in their graves.
I’m happy and lucky, God, blessed me with a healthy life,
I can still take care of myself today. then back to reality?
I have experience knowledge, to pass on to the young,
Not to hang around trying to be like them their ways.
Some may laugh at my words, I was often the same in past days,
It’s sad to think many younger than me will never be my age.
The original Tom Maxwell / poems © 04/28/2026 AD
Philosopher / Polymath
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 5:52 PM UTC
A CONSTANT FLOW LINES OF ENERGY
GUIDING US THROUGH TIME
NOTHING LAST FOREVER
THEN WE MOVE ON TO ANOTHER LINE
The original Tom Maxwell 6/9/2022 AD
Philosopher
Apr 12
Apr 12, 2026 at 1:21 AM UTC
The safety shore of our souls
is buried underneath the snow
A chilling winter that consumes us
Hiding the truthful view of the desire to belong.
A glimpse. The anchor. Tides.
Those tides that hug our bodies without a care of who is who
The boat that takes us to our final travel
with scrawny figure rowing down the river
Apr 11
Apr 11, 2026 at 11:59 AM UTC
There will always be changes,
Durning this life time,
Accepting, a chapter is over,
Moments to move on, to yourself be kind.
Be happy for the situations you had in the past,
Always look and try different ways before you pass.
You will never know until your end,
What was the best time in this life for you,
While your alive you can only pretend.
Some old thoughts and ideas you may have to rearrange,
So much around you has changed.
Be patient and kind to everyone who cares about you,
Listen be open to accept new views
They may not be the dream in your mind,
After their gone, some memories will often appear over time,
The longer you live less options to choose.
The Original Tom Maxwell © 04/08/2026 AD
Philosopher / Polymath
Apr 9
Apr 9, 2026 at 12:00 AM UTC
I remember how it started,
Like everything was meant to be.
Every little thing you said
Felt like it was just for me.
I built my life around you,
Trusted every word as true.
I thought if I just held on,
My heart was safe with you.
But something’s changed...
Between us now,
And I don’t know what to do.
I’m searching for the boy I loved,
Somewhere inside of you.
If love were real,
Why does it feel like I'm losing you?
Why does the quiet
Say more than you do?
I keep holding on
To the person I thought I knew,
But the harder I try,
The less I recognize you.
You used to tell me everything
like I was where you’d always land.
Now your words feel far away,
Like they’re slipping from my hands.
I tell myself you’re hurting,
That life is pulling you apart,
But I can’t shake the fear
that I’ve lost your heart.
I’m scared to face the question
That’s been living in my mind.
Was the boy I fell in love with
Someone I won’t find?
If love were real,
Why am I breaking
Just holding your hand?
Why does “forever”
Feel
Smaller
Than we planned?
I keep chasing memories
Of the way you used to be.
Maybe loving you once
Doesn’t mean
You’re still for me.
Apr 7
Apr 7, 2026 at 2:40 PM UTC
My travels on planet earth this time,
I am approaching sixty – six years,
You are only as old, as you think, and believe,
In your mind. I was raised the youngest,
In a family of five, along with the lady I married,
They have all passed away, I never had any children,
I’m the last alive, I guess you could say I’m a, free bird,
The thoughts in my mind fly so many places every day,
I’m my own inspiration, everything the ideas, thoughts, and effort,
All on me, a good or bad day, the excitement, or pain, only my eye’s,
See, as I try to accomplish everything, sometimes, like hanging,
On too board’s floating in a sea. I’m not complaining, or want sympathy,
I keep positive, thinking about tomorrow today, moving between different
Projects everyday no boredom in any way, often thinking deep, in a,
Room of silence, so much to discover, about my life and soul,
The reason we are in this life, the purpose of this short stay.
The original Tom Maxwell/ poems © 01/25/2023 AD
Philosopher - polymath
Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 8:26 PM UTC
So many fast change’s, with no explanation, why,
Altering human beings, things forced, into everyone’s life,
What are the reasons, who is in control, a secret, why,
Everything, seems to connect to smart phones today,
They can, alter, add change whatever they want, anytime,
You pay for the phone & service they sell all your personal information, and wont think of sharing the pay.
There are no rules, or penalties, you cannot stop them, why,
Slowly destroying the human race, all over the place,
No, effort, to build up, planet earth, the oceans, and land,
Although billions spent, to explore, outer space. Why
Slowly eliminating, the most important spiritual means,
Knowing , believing, trusting, God’s, Kingdom, Heaven…
I thought, I would look up God, in my, Oxford University Press, Dictionary,
It starts, god, noun 1 a superhuman being, or spirit, I never thought of,
Comparing, Super- man, to God, at the beginning, they do have,
A lower case, g, in Gods name, children, not taught About our creator,
If their parents, do not attend, church, they have no belief’s.
Human’s are physical & Spiritual, your beliefs, you follow,
It’ not right, to **** steal…
Something I never thought I would say, those of us, who say,
We believe, in God, need to start talking, and promoting, God
Teaching, or refresher, course, many are overdue, God could, test our faith,
Many places, no manger, outside, at Christmas, no prayers in schools,
Which is a message, prayers are, not good for you, you cannot say them,
Only other things you, are not allowed to bring to school, are dangerous,
You are some could get hurt … The original: Tom Maxwell / poems© 12/29/24 AD Philosoph
Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 4:57 AM UTC
I remember the last time,
You walked out my door,
I never even dreamed,
It would be the last time,
Your feet, would touch, my floor.
I may never know why,
Or what direction, life took you,
For me, I cherish the memories,
Of all the special things, we shared,
That we use to do.
As the world keeps turning,
We often pick and choose,
Sometimes you win, others you lose,
Always be open, don’t let true feelings hide,
You can create many situations, with a little effort, just try.
People in this life, they come and go,
You lucky to have one or two real friends,
You know from young to old,
You only meet a few people, who really care about you,
With a common trust, in everything you do.
The original Tom Maxwell /poems © 8/14/2025 AD Philosopher -Polymath
Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 3:50 AM UTC
We create our own ambitions,
Convincing ourselves, what we would like to achieve,
In our dreams, then bringing the ideas out to see.
We accept and agree with others, who do the same,
For moral support, even if their leagues have different games.
We should always listen, to hear experiences, learning time,
Understand, realize, we are not always correct in our own mind.
Our attitude can make or break anything we do,
Think positive, be honest with anyone that may help you.
Always expect changes, there are only twenty – fours in a day,
When ever you start a new project, you plan to grow and stay,
Something else, sometimes without notice, from you will fade.
The original Tom Maxwell / poems © 04/18/2020 AD
Philosopher - Polymath
Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 3:37 AM UTC
careless and callous brute,
you hold a feather between your fingers
and twist until its barbs splay out into fractured spikes.
crushed eggshells underfoot,
bones breaking slowly as i hunch before you and sob.
i always wanted you to be good.
you could make your touch feel so soft at times:
delicate fingertip kisses tracing my wingspan,
raising my chin to yours as our lips brushed against one another.
anticipation.
a sharp inhale and a smile.
this angel-form which possesses you vanishes in the daylight.
your eyes glaze over, calcified,
and a rocky stare of ambivalence fixes over tenderness.
your demeanour changes.
the exasperated lion slinks away,
flinches from an outstretched hand,
curls his lip and snarls.
if i come close you will hurt me.
i hate how mean you are.
it's even worse knowing how gentle you can be.
you have a remarkable gift for loving in darkness
and ignoring in daylight.
and, worst of all,
as much as i'd like to think that i can lace up my boots to walk away,
i falter when i see eggshells on the ground.
the breeze carries me back to your stony grip
and you twirl me back and forth, trapped.
you'll never love me enough to be kind.
and i'll never find the strength to leave.
Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 8:08 PM UTC
Almost everything you do in this life,
You feel there is a purpose or reason,
The timing must be right, no matter how hard,
You try Many plants will not germinate, in the wrong season.
How many people will feel true love in a relationship these days,
Many when searching, look at material worth and what they do their ways,
Then search social sites, looking for anything they do not like about them from past days,
If approved, they may have to act the part for convenience, or a hidden reason to stay.
Most humans are hypnotized around us today, they have to be staring at a screen hours a day,
Even eating dinner, or in the bathroom for #2, they want their fake friends, to know what they do.
Very few try to figure out their purpose, why they are in this life today, to find the real you.
Your calling is not always things you already do, your job, or current habits, where you hang out or stay,
You have to try many different things, not always easy, experiment, experience, learn and do hard things,
Don’t say I can’t before you try, you are searching for the real you, listen to those voices you hear inside,
Often, they are there to guide. Do hard new things is the only way to find out who you are, you will want,
More of it whenever you have time, find yours, you will feel so good, when you search discover and find.
The original Tom Maxwell/ poems © 4/01/2026 AD Philosopher / polymath
Apr 1
Apr 1, 2026 at 6:12 AM UTC
Changes in life, happen in different ways,
Larger families, use to be popular, a home,
With one bathroom, one shared telephone, and one TV,
People in the home respected each other, and meals,
Were shared together, every day.
People knew their neighbors, like extended families,
They would help each other, with projects, in different ways,
Never asking for, or accepting any pay.
Complements, letting others know, when they accomplished,
A goal. The words us, and we, let others know you shared and cared.
We use to eat apples from the trees, or fruit, right off the vine,
Now, fruit sold in plastic, which can cause cancer, it’s been handled by many,
Along with chemicals added, to please your eye’s, not healthier, who knows,
What it does, to your insides? Afraid of water, each human is about sixty,
To seventy percent water, because of good advertising, many people,
Will not drink, tap water, out of a faucet, at home, although, they soak,
In the same water, standing in the shower, or laying in the tub alone.
It’s been proven microwaves, can affect your body, and health, how many do you know that stop holding, a cell phone, and stop using a microwave oven,
For just one year, to see if they become healthier too?
People, small to large crowds, will share the same oxygen in the air,
Climb stairs, hold the same rail, even share a bite, of a meal, although,
To share the same glass for a drink, that’s a no, no, big deal.
Humans need to interact together, sublime, messages, and media,
Have been separating humans. People, use to shake hands, with a smile,
Toady, to offer to shake a hand, many give a strange look, at you,
Others, may back up about a quarter mile. Shaking hands, a natural,
Thing, like sneezing, use do draw the comment, God Bless You,
When you sneeze, all your vital organs stop for a moment,
Sneeze, in public today, some people get mad, while spitting four letter,
Words, at you, while keeping a distance, for the rest of the stay.
People use to be happier, healthier, in past days,
Why, the main reason, they lived normal, without having,
All the adds for products, companies, filling, everyone’s mind with worries,
And fears, to buy their products… I know most people think their mind,
Can not be controlled???
Anyone remember, someone spitting on a tissue paper, then wiping,
Yours, or another’s face, try that today, you would start a fight,
In the place
The original Tom maxwell © 10/29/2025 AD
Philosopher
Mar 31
Mar 31, 2026 at 8:33 PM UTC
I write something, post it,
then check back too soon.
I like other people’s stuff,
say a few real things.
Nothing changes.
Same number.
Same quiet.
So I write another one anyway.
Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 7:13 PM UTC
It’s usually not discussed,
In the original draft,
Although, it is a very big piece,
Of everything you do, the energy behind,
Every dream or plan, to make them come true.
It’s your personal guiding light,
That keeps you inspired, wanting to achieve more,
During this life’s short stay. The one thing,
You do have control of, although without thought,
Can change instantly, or sway.
Depending on the situation, how you are thinking,
Or feeling, any time, night or day,
Your attitude can make or break anything,
Or keep you confused, lost time
If you have the right tools, to learn, and advance,
And always making up excuses, never to start,
It’s the attitude in your mind.
The Original: Tom Maxwell / poems © 5/28/23 AD
Philosopher /Polymath
Mar 19
Mar 19, 2026 at 5:20 AM UTC
unreliable memory
cramming time into molluscules
little self contained pods and bods
that grow and gape friskily at
themselves
then make risky edits
adjust the mementoes to be pained
or pleasured
a little misdirected
incorrections resurrections
or eligible wishes washed
and dolled up
all and all
certainly ought
for sure
not stand up in court
Feb 6
Feb 6, 2026 at 6:02 AM UTC
The rain has been falling, from high in the sky,
At moments, descending faster than others,
Like days of trauma, when tears, flow out from my eyes.
A dark gray and white sky, my view through the droplets,
Clinging to the window, and screen, a gloomy day, or a gift,
From mother nature, a beautiful scene.
The zoysia grass now dormant, a light color brown, a contrast,
To the tall bare trees, in the back ground, their leaf’s have fallen,
One by one, down to the ground. A little over a week, too the,
Celebration of the birth of Jesus Christ, without his arrival,
If any humans, were still around today, my thoughts, can not,
Venture that way. The rain will cease, leaving a canvas, for the sun to paint, a bright, Colorful sky. Jesus, is with all of us,
Get know him, you will never have a lonely day, or many tears,
From your eye's, Jesus is easy to find, go to your place of peace,
No distractions, think back to the first wireless communication,
Fold your hands together, as an antenna, and pray.
Always remember,
The reason for this season,
Tell Jesus, happy birthday, on Christmas day.
The original Tom Maxwell /Poems © 12/16/2025 AD
Minister ULC / Philosopher
Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 5:31 PM UTC
his vagrancy retreats
down their tall ceilinged corridor
it soaks in behind the book shelves
and unused appliances
his partner's old love affairs discard into boxes
amongst trivial oddities
and hobbies disregarded
all to be moved down to the basement
his imagination pulses from nooks
to beacon a diminishing reminder
the remainder of his partner's ambition
hurts at her from the screen
many times each day
he fidgets for the countryside but is held
by urban convenience
his partner is nicked at
by mother academic discipline
would it draw her to achieve blindly ?
the both of them centre about their child
and whittle what they can
from his new experiences and true being
both alleviate themselves sexually
secretly and separately
the effort they’d have to energize
to upheave and collect upon their goals
exceeds them
so familiar
as they always knew they’d feel this way
uncanny because of the little differences
a contented state is important
the joys of basic life need noting
and to be felt fully
Dec 29, 2025
Dec 29, 2025 at 5:52 PM UTC
Traveling, through life this time,
Never knowing, what next, you will find,
Hoping tomorrow, you will see another day,
Floating in space, many of miles,
Everyone searching, for another friendly smile.
No clue, which, direction or way,
What would be, a normal life today,
Everyone has an opinion, about others to say,
So many choices, to choose from everyday,
Always chasing others, no time alone, to think,
Who are they ,why they are here, today.
Never knowing, when, your ship, will come in,
Always, looking towards, the next bend,
Searching, for honest guidance, no more games to play
What is real, to what is fake,
In this life of give and take,
So many, unforeseen changes, some short lived, others stay.
The original Tom Maxwell / poems 12/14/2025 AD
Philosopher
Dec 14, 2025
Dec 14, 2025 at 5:01 AM UTC
It’s not the 19th century anymore,
the ocean, after all, is not just wide, it’s deep.
voice is beyond human.
a flicker of it
draws out the vapor trails
from each bygone freedom.
because there’s no resting on pretty and nowhere to hide.
and so I call out to the past of you;
who you once were or might of been.
the problem with names:
some things are too fragile to name;
broken to begin with.
I can only try to understand
the constraints of the body,
of only having 10 fingers, two feet,
and a finite wingspan.
Dec 13, 2025
Dec 13, 2025 at 10:39 AM UTC