#discovering
Where will we be tomorrow,
In this life will our paths, ever cross again,
Each day in this life we borrow,
Never knowing, when our next chapter will begin.
We are here to carry our soul through happiness and sorrow.
There are situations, we believe would be perfect everyday,
Forgetting, parts of our Earthly travels, were planned,
Before our birth, this life is for your soul in every way,
Be calm, patient, and happy, enjoy what you have been given,
Discover your spirit and soul, follow their guidance every day.
Listen to other’s, never think your ideas are always right,
We are not alive to compare, towns or certain material objects,
The material world, a trap to chase your spiritual side away,
Then you will always be anxious like a spring wound up too tight.
The original Tom Maxwell / poems © 05/21/2026 AD
Philosopher / polymath
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 9:02 AM UTC
Looking out my back window,
So much beauty to see,
From the green fairway, to new buds on the trees.
Watching large tree branches being moved around,
By a powerful wind, our eyes will never see,
Even though we hear a loud swirling sound.
Down in the valley, water is flowing south inside the banks,
Of Maxwell’s Creek , then crossing under Schauberts bridge,
A low point on the journey, as I look ahead to the top of the peak.
A place of peace, no power lines, or people less energy, in the way,
I feel grounded to the earth, directions from my third eye I can see.
Away from constant negative energy, created and released every day.
Much confusion always around, trying to control what we believe.
Satisfaction is inside of your self,
Time alone, patience, talents, your pineal gland is a piece of the key.
When your spiritual and physical side are not in line, your thoughts can be,
Like a carnival ride, everything moving and flashing confusing your mind.
You must believe, take time alone, practice, patience, discover your talents,
To release the confusing energy, you collected over time.
The Original Tom Maxwell © 03/30 2026 AD
Philosopher / Polymath
Mar 31
Mar 31, 2026 at 6:02 AM UTC
Horoscopes, not the one liner’s you may see,
In the back of newspapers, or magazines,
Where were all the planets, stars, in the sky,
At the exact moment, you arrived, as a human being.
It is easy to act like others, do around you, so they,
Accept, and you fit in, never exploring, yourself,
Deeper into the way’s you think, and feel within.
Why we think, act different, during various situations,
What your best qualities may be, you could release outside,
You were not born, to follow and act like others, think you should,
This life one of your journeys, it is limited, discover yourself inside.
It is not too late, because of your age, you never know the best,
Moment of your life, until your last breath, on your final day.
Years ago, the knowledgeable people, looked at the sky, to,
Find solutions in many ways, 1n 1345, the black death,
Bubonic plague, was created from a triple conjunction of,
Saturn, Jupiter, and mars in the 40th degree of Aquarius,
Scholars from The University of Paris, discovered in those days.
The Original: Tom Maxwell / poems © 12/20 2022 AD
Philosopher - Polymath
Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 11:31 PM UTC
Everywhere around us every day,
Different frequencies of energy waves,
Bouncing off each of us, every direction and way.
Each person has two frequencies of energy,
The spiritual from the soul, and from their body’s DNA,
Most people only think of the waves on the outside,
From things like cellphones, televisions, and microwaves.
The two frequencies inside you, control what happens in ,
Your life each day, if you listen to both, keep them in line,
More wealth, love, and positive situations, will be attracted,
To you, in many ways. No two peoples are exactly the same,
Only you can discover your own, trying to match and compare,
With others, you could go insane.
The Original : Tom Maxwell © 02/13 //2023 AD
Philosopher
Feb 6
Feb 6, 2026 at 6:36 AM UTC
The sun was shining,
I was happy, but: a wall --
and then I had to...
Jan 2
Jan 2, 2026 at 4:00 AM UTC
When you see no way
out, you still have the entrance --
to the past you know.
Jul 23, 2025
Jul 23, 2025 at 3:54 AM UTC
Our life on Earth, this time,
A constant mystery, in the mind,
Many confusing changes, some obvious signs,
A life of work and searching, not knowing what you may find.
Always new rules from others, to follow, we are told,
As we seek to find our purpose, to explore our inner soul,
Living on dreams & wishes, many can come true, others forever we hold,
Most people, care, kind with a warm heart, more attention to a few, devious and cold.
People come into our life, at the exact time as we do others, to help and teach, at any age,
Everyone grows, and seeks changes, for another mission, many friendships, will slowly fade,
For, each of us have a special purpose inside, to share, before our birth, plans were made,
A soul mate from the past, love at first site, inner spirits, you will connect, in a special way.
The original Tom Maxwell © 06/19/2025 AD
Jun 20, 2025
Jun 20, 2025 at 3:41 AM UTC
You feel how you act, and think every day,
How do you schedule, your free time,
The hours to have fun and play,
Exploring something, getting out of the daily grind,
Getting lost in having fun, with no limit on time.
No distractions, hours just to go out and play,
Look for the positives around, no worries, think free,
Stop waiting for negative, news, or bad weather,
To have something to talk about, every day.
As people age, they seem to eliminate, excitement,
Looking for new accomplishments, or anything else,
Out of reach of a cell phone, or the sound, picture, of a TV,
The only way, to discover, your spirit, and soul,
Creating what makes you smile inside, introspection, times alone,
Forget about, that extra hour one late night, that could be the moment,
You discover your purpose in this life, and your inner soul.
The original Tom Maxwell © 3/20/2025 AD
Apr 18, 2025
Apr 18, 2025 at 7:03 PM UTC
Up, up and away,
as I soar into the sky,
light as a feather,
with the birds on high,
Oh, watch me fly,
as I spread my wings,
Explore the world, and
the most wonderful things,
The beauty that's within, and
all that it brings,
Just look down, and see
what the world has in store,
as I am exploring,
Who could ask for more,
flying up above this
whole entire nation,
as I am Thankful for
God's Beautiful Creations,
as I look down upon the
lands and the seas,
The monuments,
of the world,
So beautiful to see,
A marvelous sight,
So adorning to me,
as I am airborne,
Flying in my Dreams!!!!
B.R.
Date: 4/15/2025
Apr 15, 2025
Apr 15, 2025 at 2:07 PM UTC
A hermit crab
In love with his bongo.
Scuffles on with his bongo beat.
Each thump filling the empty space
Around him.
He walks the hot concrete.
In search of something like home.
His shell dragging behind
Weighing him down.
The thump no longer loud enough
To move its tiny body.
The rhythm barely rattling around its
shell.
After a while everything can turn into a drag.
But still, he scuffles on.
He smiles, stopping to take a break
On the grass.
The concrete burning his feet.
His tiny claws scraping across the bongo.
He looks over to his left.
To find an old boot.
Nodding her head, tapping the ground
Following along to the beat.
Although weathered, she too smiled.
Echoing back his loud thuds.
Her sole cracked but full of life.
Life happens in the strangest way sometimes.
Two outcasts alone.
Drumming up stories without a word.
Scuffling on a bongo heart.
Life doesn't have to be a drag all the time.
Sep 25, 2024
Sep 25, 2024 at 2:03 PM UTC
Looking for the way
I come to an open space --
where I now linger.
Aug 10, 2024
Aug 10, 2024 at 2:29 AM UTC
True happiness, peace, and satisfaction,
Everyone has inside, society, makes people believe,
You have to have a lot of money, or a certain,
Special person, always by your side, many spend,
A life time, chasing what they think they need,
Never noticing, their life is passing them by.
There are so many excuses, to hide, from your reality,
Why you are here, your purpose, in this life, never,
Listening, or feeling, your soul and spirit inside,
Most just play, follow the leader, whoever, they think,
Is cool or popular, a social high.
We are all spiritual beings, traveling through,
This human experience, in our journey, at this time,
To discover our soul, listening to our spirit, as we,
Make decisions, in our mind, without the inner guidance,
We would always chase material rewards, and live a life,
Based on fear, and anxiety, following the evil, and unkind.
The Original: Tom Maxwell © 10/29/23 AD
4:20 am
Oct 29, 2023
Oct 29, 2023 at 8:56 AM UTC
Cry,-sob, wail, shed tears, snivel,
quall, lament, bewail, bemoan, moan,
howl, keen, whimper, weep over, lift up the voice, complain.
TO WEEP IN THE MUSEUM
I was out walking, just glancing
around in a scenic and colorful(online) place
I walked into a (online) museum.
Inside were huge displays
being awesomely displayed in colorful arrays.
Some with dark shadows of greys.
Some with much to say some with very little.
After walking and gazing, viewing,
smiling being so excited I went into a carnival zone.
What a wonderful place to stumble upon.
Music and festivities so much for the eyes to see.
So much to explore even ****** creativity.
There were games that brought out the Little girl in me,
I started to make some friends among this exciting place,
people of all sizes and colors.
Time would come to go back home,
but often into this new found place
I would come play and rome.
There were times some would just follow me around,
some would tell me what a lovely friend they had found.
Yet I always kept my feet on the ground.
Life has taught me one day those you think
are friends won't be around.
They just leave with an empty sound.
Even when its happiness you share,
some will become jealous and choose not to be there.
Some are spiteful and choose not to play fairly.
I tried to spread myself like love around
never was mean nor murmured an ugly frown.
I set up my own unique boutique and
said come one come all. Let us be friends
let us share. As a friend I really do care.
Coming and going always knowing
that outward my heart was pouring.
Somedays the show was boring some
days it was exciting, mentally challenging.
There came a day some bully from
no where knocked me to the ground.
Felt that tear start to wail.
But I held on like a little girl who's
gotta be strong and I adventured on.
Some friends asked things I couldn't give
so they would began to privately strike with silent meaness.
Tears started to mount.
I put my heart into my own show
began to feel good and to grow in this great wonderful show.
Many came to read what I'd proclaim,
many came to sup from my cup and greedily drank it up
and only a few would come and say why thank you.
While the takers, the easily shakers,
the down right haters came and
quickly went never a moment spent.
To build up, or lift up felt you had to be quickly sliced up.
Or your somehow taking from their show,
they forget God gives blesses and multiplies.
There's no reason to be haters or spies.
I felt their jabs and stabs hoping I'd be a failure.
Most failed to be the friend they claimed to be.
They join your team and fail to simply post.
The tears Fell
Thought to just hang on to a few
close friends from this museum within.
After all on the outside I had my life.
The more that you do some came to bully too.
Some just up and walk off leaving you no clue.
The rains came winds blew look
around no ones still standing with you.
A blow, in the storm a twist to my arm,
a knife in my back, a slap in the face,
a bitter taste, I'm lost in this race.
How much more do I take?
This used to be such a friendly beautiful place.
Just make some new friends
Tears are falling I can't hold back,
Cry,-sob, wail, shed tears, snivel,
quall, bewail, bemoan,
moan, keen, whimper,
weep over, lift up the voice, complain.
This is why I know what it is
To Weep
In the Virtual Museum
Some of FB, Insta, Twitta, A few of them.
Sorta gaming Social Oceans.
Beware swims..
By SelinaSharday of S.A.M All Rights Reserved 07
Jun 30, 2023
Jun 30, 2023 at 11:35 AM UTC
its like discovering myself
for the first time
through words
through putting lotions on my body
for the first time
for taking care of my hair
my face
my body
for allowing myself
to eat without restriction
to allow myself to laugh
at taboo subjects
and to howl at the religion and the life that I came from
while reminiscing on the good
that was amongst the bad the hard and the painful.
Jun 14, 2023
Jun 14, 2023 at 6:16 PM UTC
Looking ahead, as far as my eyes can see,
The beauty, of the ocean, brings A peaceful feeling to me.
Walking across the dirt, balancing on rocks, with my hands,
As my step’s approach, I start to feel, the warmth of the sand.
I can feel A warm breeze, from the wind upon my face,
As I watch the waves, coming to shore,
As if they were having A race.
Such a powerful force, as the moon controls, the tide,
I can see some brave souls, on their thin boards,
Trying to catch A ride.
During the day, the glare of the sun, so blinding, and bright,
In the evening, the reflection, of the moon,
Creates, A romantic night.
Tom Maxwell © 03/11/2006 A.D.
May 26, 2021
May 26, 2021 at 3:33 AM UTC
To write Poetry ,
One must relax,
let, their mind slip away,
Discovering, feelings, emotions,
Then writing, what the thoughts say.
It can not be forced, A certain day or time,
Any unplanned situation, can bring the writer A rhyme,
A lost art in society, today, deep thinking, in one’s own mind.
Tom Maxwell
2020 copyright
Feb 22, 2021
Feb 22, 2021 at 6:57 AM UTC
To write Poetry ,
One must relax,
let, their mind slip away,
Discovering, feelings, emotions,
Then writing, what the thoughts say.
It can not be forced, A certain day or time,
Any unplanned situation, can bring the writer A rhyme,
A lost art in society, today, deep thinking, in one’s own mind.
Tom Maxwell © 1/25/2021 11:15 A.M.
May 26, 2021
May 26, 2021 at 4:14 AM UTC
It’s a tall order
Sloping miles above my head in loose handholds
That crumble to gravel at my touch,
Rolling under my feet sliding back
Further than I can crawl forward.
It hurts in scraped palms
And hearts of my own both beating
In and out of my chest.
My knees tremble at the eternity above my head.
But the view,
The sun unhindered by Earthly clouds,
The stars that I had lost sight of
Make this treacherous climb worth all the pain
Of one foolish enough to fall off the mountain the first time.
Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 9:34 PM UTC
I feel foolish
There’s no other way to describe it
Nothing else to say
It seems no one else experienced life this way
I understand I’m not alone
And for that I thank the Lord
But there are so many times I feel misunderstood
Rather than discovering myself
My confusion only grows
I don’t know who I am anymore
I’m realizing I never had control
If I could pass this cup I think I would
Jan 16, 2020
Jan 16, 2020 at 3:25 PM UTC
One of the few things that I'm sure of.
I could build my world off of.
Your unknowingly frequent touches on the world around you.
One of the few things I know.
It's strange - almost unheard of in this town.
The impact --
Insurmountable.
Oct 24, 2019
Oct 24, 2019 at 11:14 PM UTC
Writing is like jumping into a deep mountain lake
to find some tiny piece of my soul
submerged and floating there
an immersive brooding wistful prayer
or a flight into the blue thin air.
It is a cinematic journey
recording the fruits of noticing
what is right in front of the eyes
and finding what is deeper
unseen underneath.
Writing is looking into an old man’s eyes
and discovering the person there
just as much a spiritual venture
digging toward his center
as a physical sensation.
It is a magical mystery tour
taking the visible threads
in hand and feeling my way
to the roots
or pausing and squeezing the fruit
for its juice.
It is fun
it is a morning run
or an evening rest
pain, joy, and dreams expressed.
Writing is moving, grooving, including
taking a moment in time
exploding it in rhythm and rhyme
finding in the ordinary the sublime.
Jul 13, 2019
Jul 13, 2019 at 12:11 PM UTC
I crave
The smell of old books,
The aroma of coffee shops,
The touch of the rain
And the feel of the sun on my face
Deep conversations
About the meaning of our purpose
Discovering ourselves
Uncovering ourselves
From all our disguises
And fake faces
I want the truth
The feeling of true connection,
with compassionate eyes
That understand mine.
The feeling of the earth
With my bare feet
I will open up and tear myself apart
Pour myself over
Like a cup of tea
To find my sweet.
It will be worth it
Jun 28, 2019
Jun 28, 2019 at 11:35 AM UTC
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I believe that ending will be fortunate, Coz what worst can occur in my fate. Maybe its just rough time and
Once again I will shine, maybe its just
My test,that will lead me to my success nest, maybe its just a blessing to complete me from what's lacking.
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 12:23 PM UTC