#relaxing
I was listening to rock n roll music,
The smell of skunk, was hanging in the air,
My eyeballs looked like roadmaps,
Red lines heading everywhere.
I was sipping my favorite *****
Washing it down with a cold beer,
Adding moisture to my mouth,
So my tongue, stops sticking to the rear.
( chorus )
Those comatose blues, let your spirit and thoughts roam free,
Those comatose blues, better than any movie, you will ever see,
Those comatose blues, will make you laugh, at any thing you see.
It had to be a beautiful scene,
My comatose state was so clear,
It really blew my mind,
As i stared into the mirror.
Such a numb feeling,
Doing my body a favor, so kind,
Brain cells taking a break,
From working over time.
( chorus )
The original Tom Maxwell / lyrics 06/02/2026 AD
Philosopher / Musicologist
39m ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 6:46 PM UTC
Once when my Dad was alive we bought him a footstool as a present
So he could put his feet up on it
But our cat... he had other ideas
It wasn't long before he took over the footstool and that became his chair
He'd lie there sprawled out over the footstool right next to the radiator
And sometimes when my Dad would get up to go to the loo
The cat he'd get up and jump up into my Dad's chair
Yea he'd even take over my Dad's chair
He'd roll up in a ball there
So when my Dad would come back he'd have to go and find somewhere else to sit
You couldn't disturb the cat, he was like a royal personage in our house, a real character, he was King
It always used remind me of the old Flintstones cartoons
At the end when the credits are rolling it shows the Flintstones coming home from a night out
When they go in the house Fred puts the big Sabre tooth cat outside on the doorstep
But then the Sabre tooth cat jumps in through the window
And puts Fred out on the doorstep ha! ha!
I always thought That's brillant, that really catches the essence of a Cat
They have such a wonderful sense of importance and entitlement
Hail! Hail the Cat! 😺
Oct 25, 2024
Oct 25, 2024 at 1:15 PM UTC
You’d think the visit’s vile part
Would be the dreary drive
Normally the highway speed
Makes dread before I thrive
This stuffy start should seal the deal
These roads should make me writhe
But strange enough instead it feels
So freeing, so alive
Oct 10, 2025
Oct 10, 2025 at 3:40 PM UTC
I long for cobbled stone roads
Dim lit stone stairs climbing with ivy
Up buildings built by Romans
adorned with flowers and intricacies
Details honed by Craftsman
Delicately drafting
the landscapes we live in
Unlike the concrete utilitarian steel and glass pillars and highways
Their plight on our journeys in life
To benefit the productivity
but detriment the soul
To capitalize no matter what the cost
Leaving me longing to nap
in a park with Parisians
For fresh baked baguettes on a bench with a bottle of burgundy
For mosaics made of glass in cathedrals built centuries ago
Over billboards and neon lights,
the flashing and screaming
products for purchase
Let me get my dinner after the people have had their naps.
Let it be an occasion
not a necessity to get by
Let's walk the city after 10
while the sky is still bright
Waiting for the dim street lights
to light our way back
To another day of walking
cobble-stoned streets
Jun 21, 2024
Jun 21, 2024 at 1:04 PM UTC
my father sat in a pool
of mid-morning sunshine
on the raised patio
overlooking the garden
an open book in his lap
the dog asleep at his side
the lightest of clouds
decorating the horizon
and a whisper of leaves
his only distraction
as i rushed to the kitchen
for a hastily made
better-than-nothing version
of a flat white
that i wouldn't even enjoy
only ten minutes to spare
before yet another meeting
i paused for a moment
to take in this scene
resplendent as he was
peacefully present
behind the radiance
of diaphanous lace
breeze-rippled curtains
suffused with sunlight
a pertinent reminder
of something which
i didn't have time
to consider
Aug 3, 2023
Aug 3, 2023 at 11:53 AM UTC
As the morning sunlight rises,
In the East, behind my back,
To start this day, lighting everything,
The warm rays, touch along their way.
A few hours later, the dark nimbus cumulus clouds,
Start to cover the sky, blocking the sunlight rays,
From my eyes, after a few rounds of thunder,
Raindrops start falling to the ground,
Nothing in its path stays dry, as the wind,
Starts blowing the falling moisture around.
The darkness continues to increase,
Looking towards, Schooley’s woods,
The white and yellow honeysuckle, I could normally see,
Across Maxwell’s creek, hiding in darkness, the only,
Light for a landmark, a lone light on, Schaubert’s bridge,
As I look downstream taking a peek.
The rain will slowly fade,
The sun will light the rest of the day,
The water in the creek will flow under the bridge,
Downstream on its, way.
The Original: Tom Maxwell copyright 5/19/22 AD
2:00 pm
May 20, 2022
May 20, 2022 at 1:16 AM UTC
At a funeral recently, a cremation along with my young niece
Whose a Vegan and very environmentally conscious
I was telling her "I wouldn't like to be cremated, it's too much like 'going to hell' to me"
Then she says she'd like to be cremated herself, that it'd be her preferred choice, that it'd be the most environmentally friendly way to go
I said to her "Would you not like to be buried in one of those nice wicker basket type coffins that the environmental people like
I thought that's the kind of thing you'd be into"
She said No! I wouldn't like them, the thought of worms and other creepy crawlies crawling in on top of me, all over me Ugh! I couldn't bear that.
Oh I said, No! just give me a nice quiet church graveyard, lovely and peaceful
With the yew trees nice and shady and the birds singing softly, somewhere lovely and quiet way out in the country
It'd be so relaxing
"Well", she said,"you won't know, sure you'll be dead".
"My soul it'll be reposing", I corrected her cheerily.
Then I said "Y'know I think I saw this TV programme once where you could have music playing in your coffin
Something over in America, could only be in America LoL
I went on dreamily, "Y'know I think I'm getting younger as I grow older
I've put away all my old Black Sabbath records
Now I've started listening to Taylor Swift instead, she has some great songs that girl, great videos too
I think I'll have Taylor Swift singing to me in my coffin
I'll go boppin' into the next world, the next life with Taylor, hand in hand
I could even put some posters of her up on the inside of my coffin.
Look! I said to my niece pointing to a few hairs on the front of my head
I think my quiff it's starting to grow back again. Elvis here I come!!!
Feb 20, 2022
Feb 20, 2022 at 7:03 PM UTC
The mystic Sadhu
chants cryptic
mantras,
I hear
the Hammssss of his voice,
He is lost in his world
Like I'm with mine,
Above me, the bridge
clanked gleefully
announcing the arrival of her lover;
Shimmering in white, honking
it moves slowly like a big serpent,
Ending the tryst
with a flickering red light.
Several mounds, smoldering woods,
and one body stuck to
the trunk of the bridge
swirled in me the fear of
leaving this world early,
leaving all that I strived to
achieve, and leaving all of
it in the middle.
Buses pass on the next bridge
A hand came out
and aimed the stream with
something, probably a coin,
to compensate for wrongdoings,
Coin-collectors waiting like a
starving lion in a zoo
pounced on these throwings,
aiming the spot
with a magnet like
a trained ninja in nocturnal warfares,
After a few unsuccessful attempts
A boy yelled in joy
"Har Har Gange".
The Ganges was like this
from the beginning,
She was moderate in demands
offering so much
at the cost of a penny,
Throw a coin and
you are absolved from all your sins.
Oct 21, 2021
Oct 21, 2021 at 7:31 PM UTC
Enjoying moments alone,
Having fun by yourself,
Just entertaining, your mind,
Not thinking of, anyone else,
Your enjoying personal time,
Exploring spontaneous thoughts,
That appear, in your mind.
Not worrying about your troubles,
Keeping visions, on positive signs,
Searching, through your stuff,
Seeing what treasures,
You may find.
A period of relaxation,
Forgetting, all your binds,
While keeping your lips, wet
With a glass of your favorite wine
The Original : Tom Maxwell 6/14/AD 2:45 PM
Jun 14, 2021
Jun 14, 2021 at 11:41 PM UTC
Slipping free from yester's time,
A Feather trapses yond the way,
On wind it floats, a step, sublime,
Dipping and ducking flakes of grey,
Those forged by winter, the sun's decay,
Plates of ivory, why must they hack?
Torn soil, a relic of why you turn away,
Soar away, O Feather, and don't float back.
O Sea, so fair, shimmering as a chime,
As the wind you switch, and you sway,
And your blues shine like a dime,
But if he drifts beyond the bay,
Will waters claim him, as they say?
Or shall he wash back, with the wrack?
To you, O Sea, he mustn't stray,
Soar away, O Feather, and don't float back.
O Mount, your peak, the rigorous climb,
At your summit, scores kneel and pray,
Your caps glow white, with a grass bed of lime,
If you were where the feather must stay,
Shall your perils bring him fray?
Must he lie in caves of black?
Nay, a feather must fly, and outward he must splay,
Soar away, O Feather, and don't float back.
O Feather, O Feather, where will you spend your days?
Here I must halt on the trail of your track,
Seize the wind, O Feather, the world is your prey,
Soar away, O Feather, and don't float back.
May 26, 2021
May 26, 2021 at 6:08 PM UTC
A belly full of tasteful food,
With a tankard filled with good drink,
As well as the smell of sweet tobacco
Is calming to the mind of any man;
A fire with a kind flame,
A book filled with adventure,
As friends tell cheerful tales
Can fill his life with enjoyment;
The cool wind upon his back,
The fresh air entering the lungs,
As the rain falls from up high
Offers a relaxed feeling for most;
The sound of calm streams
As well as the mighty rivers,
And the sight of the forests
Is enough to bring a man's soul peace;
The green leaves that are on the trees
That grow to tremendous heights,
With roots deep within the skin of earth
Brings much amazement and wonder;
When the sun has fully sunk
A sky full of stars is revealed
With a moon that shines bright
Brings tears to the eyes;
Home is where the heart is
And mine is within the mountains,
For having experienced their beauty
I pity any man who's never seen them.
Feb 16, 2021
Feb 16, 2021 at 10:55 PM UTC
Moments like these,
When you're at peace,
No one else to see,
and our hearts are finally free,
When I lay on my bed listening to my cats purr, while petting his fur...
Moments like these,
When i hear the tune of a sweet melody ringing in my ears,
No one else to hear,
and i feel calm for once...
Moments like these,
When i lay in a dark room filled with silence,
No one else to see,
and a sound of a soft rain pellet crashing against the window.
Moments like these,
I cherish the time you see,
and when i feel good to be alone,
it's because i'm finally at peace.
Nov 21, 2020
Nov 21, 2020 at 8:03 PM UTC
Would you slip into my skin and spend the night?
And after that, slow dance in front of a bigoted populace that seeks uniformity in the minds of us happy few?
Would you mind if I carried you away from our performance and showed you a special kind of spirituality?
The kind that guides and intensifies beauty but is considered evil and immoral to those who never seem to understand us. Those who comfort to and rot in subjective complexity, cognitive normality and traditional toxicity, manifested by history and old, yet matured minds.
My lord, would you mind if I showed you a world you might hate less? Long enough for me to create you a world that you will love more.
For you see, I owe you nothing but love and happiness. For you have shown me nothing less of that.
Nov 7, 2020
Nov 7, 2020 at 1:46 PM UTC
I say to you, my dear.
The sky seems darker, when you turn away.
Grains of sand seem to be less tempting to count, when you turn away.
The light in my eyes die out, when you turn away.
The smoke from a pleasant, yet random gentleman's cigarette and the bottle filled with blood red wine belonging to a wise, yet mysterious lady calls to me, when you turn away.
The objectiveness of morality seems pointless, when you turn away.
The soft words of your soul seem lost in translation. Your plea for peace sounds absurd. My selfishness seems rational. Your cries for me to change are lost in void. The meaning of your love becomes a forgotten proverb - when you turn away.
For your attention gives meaning and your beauty is an inspiring art; the magnum opus I shan't live without.
Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 2:58 PM UTC
Can you hear a falling leaf?
As it twirls and dances in the wind
On its slow descent.
Turning, moving, swaying.
Does it sound like tinkling music?
The water that awaited the end of its crescendo
pushes out in perfect spherical ripples.
Underneath the bright orange leaf
That sings the end of its journey
Destination reached.
Sweet relief.
And now it floats
along the slowly moving river.
Can you hear the water moving?
It’s as clear as the ethereal beings
That haunt us through our lives.
Smooth rocks and pebbles underneath
Paint a canvas of perfect calmness.
Greys and browns and whites.
Branches from the trees that used
To hold that darling leaf lean over.
As if trying to touch fingertips to the river
To test the water’s temperature
So as not to make their child uncomfortable.
And as you look toward the distance
You can just barely make out
That sweet, wonderful leaf…
With its tinkling music…
Fall over the waterfall.
Can you hear the leaf now?
Nov 3, 2020
Nov 3, 2020 at 5:47 PM UTC
When the moon raises slowly in the sky
I drive pass the crowded streets
I look at the grass and feel the wind passing by
That cold yet soft breeze
Car lights spread across so fast and hazy
As I listen to the slow song on repeat
My heart flutters seeing the moon daisies
While my thoughts dig in so deep
I love this moment, when the world is slow
I just close my eyes and go with the flow
Oct 8, 2020
Oct 8, 2020 at 3:09 PM UTC
Ethereal echoes
Emerald seas
Nacarat skies
Misty breeze
Mellifluous is her melody
Majestic every scene
Serenity of Serena
Allure of Ausrine
I tilt my head in ecstasy
My thoughts begin to cease
Sand beneath my hands
Cold, calming waters,
Languidly caress my feet
And like a child running around
And like a child who knows no bound
At the end, is enervated
I lay utterly still,
In her embrace,
Exhausted,
Yet satiated
Satiated by her healing warmth
Satiated by her meliorating touch
Satiated so much,
I wonder,
If my heart could hold so much of love.
Sep 7, 2020
Sep 7, 2020 at 5:39 PM UTC
love doesn't dash, it loiters
with repeated movements like music
and beautifully crude endearments
love doesn't dash, it lingers
with rhythms like dance
and boastfully rude aphorisms
so dally with me, my love
lollygag, lounge and in a while
we'll share breaths and mess about
Jun 25, 2020
Jun 25, 2020 at 10:05 AM UTC
Sometimes I wonder what would happen if I wasn’t a mess.
What would happen if I got to see you in a dress.
What would happen if I let myself cry on your chest.
What would happen if I took 2 seconds to breathe and to rest.
I didn’t give myself a chance because couldn’t.
And I know you can’t forgive me and you shouldn’t.
I know I through the sink at you
And I’m just glad that you withstood it.
Of all the people in the world I could hate,
I just hope to God you’re doing great.
I still remember that $30 bucks you snuck into that hat somehow.
I guess I just wanna day thanks.
Most days, I wish I would stop breathing.
the same thoughts always repeating.
I stole years from your life
You’ll never get back,
I truly hope you gaining someone from them.
I don’t know if you still think of me.
I don’t know if you’re glad I moved on
Or If you hope I get struck by lightning twice at once.
Or Maybe somewhere in between?
Sometimes regret and anger bugs me,
Until I see my daughter smile in her pink onesie.
I hope one day we can be in the same place and nod.
And acknowledge that the last happened.
we both did messed up things we can’t take back.
I’ll never hate you for it
I’m mostly grateful for it.
I hope you can feel the same back.
Most importantly I’m sorry
For never trying talking
For giving into pills
And turning my back and walking.
I’m doing my best but it’s never enough
I understand that so I just don’t expect much.
I just wanted write something that isn’t depressing.
Not to cry and moan just because I’m stressing.
Not even to apologize and say I’ve learned my lesson.
Just as a loving way to say hi
And give a final goodbye.
Jun 10, 2020
Jun 10, 2020 at 3:20 PM UTC
washing’s drying on the line, dog’s
curled up in a sun-patch; i’m rocking
to and fro,
letting the time pass.
May 27, 2020
May 27, 2020 at 10:41 AM UTC
It is time
To slow down
Stay mindful
Watch the birds
In the meadows
Admire the flowers
In the garden
Chat with friends
In the neighborhood
Have a cup
Of hot tea
Read an amazing book
Play some relaxing music
Sing your favorite song
Go for a walk
With your loved one
Say how much you treasure
Her or him
In your life
Cherish this present moment
There is more to life
Than making it go faster
May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 7:04 AM UTC
The silence surrounds
Laying on the green grass
Staring at the setting sun, it's a reddish round
A Twite's trill treads all around
A benign breeze breaks,
helping the wafting wherry
The perpetual pier
gathered a gleeful gaggle
The lulling lake
a serene sight
beauty bound
A dream domicile
Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 11:46 AM UTC
i'm mount st helen and i'm about erupt and spew this magma all over your sacred, unchallenged city
yosemite national park am i and this geyser is about unleash steam deep into your ****** pores
you'll get a steam cleaning better than most nurturing spa's give in their treatment
you're that piece of slightly scuffled down fabric and i'm a needle dying to put my thread through your ever so narrow orifices
i'm the whale and i've been submerged in water long enough to have my blow hole spray like an 18th century stone sculpted fountain
i'm a landmine waiting to be triggered and you just miraculously stepped on my area of the turf
i'm the colours of holi and you just walked through an empty corridor paralleled with balconies of festive celebrators in your brand spanking new WHITE nikes and plain white 'mother says don't get your new shirt ***** or you'll be handwashing this with a gallon of detergent' t-shirt
i'm aaa--aaAAA--- AUHHHHHHHHHHH
i'm at peace once again,,, but i'm - a - building it up just again
**** THIS ISOLATIon
Apr 2, 2020
Apr 2, 2020 at 12:50 AM UTC
Under the calm blue seas,
Untouched by storms,
Where the currents gently flow,
Drowned out by water walls,
Watch as all worries fall
Like stones-
Shhh...
Shut them out as they call
Our names.
We are slowly sinking into slumber,
Into life's dark depths...
Is this what they fear?
Oh, pity them.
Wish they were here.
But hush now,
Feel as the waves hug us,
Let them
Pull us down, slowly, gently...
Under curtains of lights
Where memories die,
As our back touch the seabed,
See the sea's corals
Merge into one colour...
So,
Did anyone tell you
How beautiful death looks
From down here?
Mar 3, 2020
Mar 3, 2020 at 10:42 AM UTC