#direction
Sometimes in life
We have to go
To places we’d
Hoped we weren’t shown
They teach us things
We need to learn
And make us strong
When it’s our turn
To overcome pain
We find the path
We should’ve walked
Down in the past
It may not be
The route we’d like
Or one we’d hoped
We’d take in life
But one things sure
When it’s our time
Life has strange ways
Of being kind
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 6:00 PM UTC
standing by the fridge with the door open
the cold air is hitting my knees and I don't even want anything to eat
I just opened it because I didn't know what room to walk into next
now the compressor is humming louder and I should shut it
but if I shut it I have to turn around
my phone vibrates in my pocket and I ignore it because answering requires a decision
I shift my weight to my right foot and realize my arms are hanging weirdly by my sides
I cross them
that feels defensive
I put my hands in my pockets
my keys scratch my knuckles
I finally push the fridge door closed and the magnetic seal clicks
I look at the hallway
I look at the living room
I guess I will just go sit on the edge of the bed until I have to be somewhere
Apr 30
Apr 30, 2026 at 6:00 PM UTC
The path does not go
as we thought, we're getting lost --
in compromises.
Mar 29
Mar 29, 2026 at 3:33 AM UTC
In the maze of DOUBT, where SHADOWS play,
And winding paths lead hearts astray,
A quiet voice within will say,
“Trust yourself, you’ll find the way.”
Though walls may rise and fears confine,
Your compass points with TRUTH divine.
Through twists and turns, both night and day,
It guides your steps, it lights the grey.
At journey’s end, the path is clear,
The trials fade, the LIGHT DRAWS near.
Uncertainty no longer sways,
YOUR INNER COMPASS charts the way.
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 8:41 AM UTC
There was a young man with a car
And in it he drove very far
But his sense of direction
Was in constant need of correction
Now nobody knows where the man and his car are
Dec 30, 2025
Dec 30, 2025 at 5:51 PM UTC
This life is a changing mystery,
From what you plan, the way you think,
To what actions, you actually do.
Planet earth, your stage, you act on,
The classroom for your soul,
The spiritual side of you.
So much attention, in this material world,
Towards the outer physical body,
From, size & shape, to staring into mirrors,
Many, never think of the inner soul,
Only, when a situation creates fear.
Your spirit inside, gives messages,
Often the first thought in your mind,
Or that unknown voice, in your ear.
The main thing in your bucket list,
Should be discover your soul, a little each day,
Believe, listen, a guide to why,
You are, in this life today,
This life compared to eternity,
A stepping stone, along the way.
The original Tom Maxwell / poems © 12/09/2025 AD
Philosopher / Polymath
Dec 9, 2025
Dec 9, 2025 at 10:37 AM UTC
I had an idea
Of what to write
say
record
But got lost
like a rabbit who took
the wrong turn at Albuquerque—
and so I’m lost for words,
but here I am.
Jul 22, 2025
Jul 22, 2025 at 9:35 AM UTC
It will never return
Every single day a wish sets sail
But nothing ever floats back
The constant churn of the tide
Is a clockwork peril
A nomadic timekeeper
Telling us over and over
And over again
The time has come
To look elsewhere
May 16, 2025
May 16, 2025 at 9:35 AM UTC
But it's all just perspective! Isn't it?
Someone stood on their head
Has a different perception
Of up & down.
That's why there's things like gravity.
To remind you,
Even in an avalanche,
Direction is not subjective -
Orientation is.
That's why there's different states of matter.
To remind you,
Even in a vacuum,
Being is not subjective -
Change is.
May 5, 2025
May 5, 2025 at 4:21 PM UTC
Anger found me early on
Pain came with conception
Love could never quite make a connection
A prime concoction
To fuel a blind rage and hide direction
Like an infection
Who's creation
Did I step in?
Am I the lead in this production,
Or just a reflection
Of what's broken?
I'll need to reflect on
Even the parts of me I hate on
But hold on...
Do I want the answers to this particular question?
That's the cliff hanger,
Stay tuned for the conclusion
That I too am waiting on...
©2025
Mar 23, 2025
Mar 23, 2025 at 1:20 PM UTC
Look up, look beyond
the point where you stand, the stars --
will show you the way.
Mar 22, 2025
Mar 22, 2025 at 4:51 AM UTC
To all work together, we need not agree.
Each has their mission, some of us three.
Bridges over puddles, the buddha might say.
Help all the lost, since they’re not far away.
The gift you’ll be given, if honest and true.
Showing you all the things, youcan now do.
Use inner knowledge, filling your cup.
Notice how time has begun to speed up.
Love and compassion, given today.
Expands never ending, on the middle way.
Sep 7, 2024
Sep 7, 2024 at 9:52 PM UTC
Go away, somewhere deep inside
Far away, like the direction of my eyes
Jan 2, 2024
Jan 2, 2024 at 8:30 AM UTC
To you I scribe these words of grace
& pray you reach that golden place,
the one beyond the world we live- a place that transcends time.
A place to move through, with the brightness of peace- all places
Untill we reach that
faithfull destination
Of our dreams.
Though we've got direction-
The destinations never been clear.
Regardless, onwards we march
with confident discretion
Revel, in the thought -
togetherness; connection.
Nov 4, 2023
Nov 4, 2023 at 9:22 AM UTC
the planets will align
every once in awhile
to arraign all who need
or are deserving of it
those who find themselves
treading the wrong path
those who can no longer
see what lies ahead
despite all those
gazing upwards
silently questioning
these immaterial messages
will be overlooked
unheeded by the majority
only recognised by the few
comprehended by even fewer
this singular occurrence
rare and rarefied
may be explainable
in its most basic sense
logistically
empirically
to even the layman
it is but a simple matter
of timings and orbits
calculations of gravity
versus mass and inertia
but that which truly matters
the universal push and pull
will leave even
the most discerning of minds
in the dark
Oct 31, 2023
Oct 31, 2023 at 3:25 PM UTC
perhaps the moth
simply doesn't know
the strength of
its own wings
but the way it flutters
seemingly erratic
in its choices
never straight forward
in its direction
can be infuriating at times
as those silken sails
appear to force it
where none expect it to be
in disjointed circles
often far off course
only occasionally
will it find itself
exactly where it should be
whether accidentally
or by design
its every path is filled
with calculated corrections
revisions and redress
in order to reach
its intended
that source of light
one way or another
Sep 11, 2023
Sep 11, 2023 at 6:25 PM UTC
The lights have run their wick.
The hands of the clock turn
Yet they weigh no bearing.
Eternity could pass in the darkness.
Where have I gone...
That there is naught to guide me?
Far from home...
I dream of meals surrounded by warmth.
Aug 4, 2023
Aug 4, 2023 at 2:24 AM UTC
Rowing isn't for me.
Nor drifting aimlessly.
I'd rather raise my sails,
for rowing isn’t for me.
I prefer to let the winds prevail
whether light draft or force 10 gale.
No, rowing isn’t for me.
Nor drifting aimlessly.
Jul 17, 2023
Jul 17, 2023 at 5:33 PM UTC
like two cars
at a crossroad junction
we glided into different
paths
Jul 13, 2023
Jul 13, 2023 at 7:18 AM UTC
Woe is me.
Oh, where is me?
Out of sight and gone with the breeze.
Woe is me.
Oh, where is me?
Danced on off into distance,
Your wonder has taken you far from home.
Woe is me.
Oh, where is me?
How far come,
How far gone.
Home...
Now a mirage under desert sun.
Woe is me.
Oh, where is me?
I think it's time to head back.
Jul 11, 2023
Jul 11, 2023 at 2:22 PM UTC
You'll find pointlessness
when you search from the outside --
for any purpose.
Dec 24, 2022
Dec 24, 2022 at 1:58 AM UTC
If you are caught
In between
Past and present
Choose future
Nov 3, 2022
Nov 3, 2022 at 7:44 AM UTC