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

Almost every where we go,
Many crosses, we do see,
Reminding us of, the true friend we have,
Jesus Christ, who gave his life, for you and me,
We have not met him, so far,
In the future, we will see, if you believe,
He gave his life,
Before, we were born to see.

So many say, they are looking, for true love,
All around our planet, today,
Remember, love is A four letter word,
Used for many reasons, and ways.

Love, is true feelings, and emotions,
It has nothing to do with your age, or pay,
Remember, relationships, take up A lot of time,
What are you giving up, for extra hours, every day.

If your really looking, for love
It’s not like buying A car, fresh paint on all sides
The friendship will not last, if, your always
comparing, features, and how they ride.

Being honest & trustworthy, is A part of,
The meaning, of true love, in many ways,
It’s to live and create special memories,
Until the souls, rise up and away.

                                                                                  Tom Maxwell ©
                                                                          04/4/2021AD

You can search, look and explore,
For days, years A lifetime
Often passing, what you desire,
Even if you feel all the right signs,
Because it’s not the perfect shape, size, or age,
Of the imaginary picture, you created, in your mind.
This one- time, short life, is A gamble, and risky,
Some decisions we make, can lead to binds.
Always remember, each of us, are an experiment,
Carrying A soul inside, we live, and feel, this life,
The soul, will mix the new and old experiences,
The reason, our purpose, and our role.



Tom Maxwell © 4/1/2021 AD

I’ve told you many times I think I am an angel on earth to you,
I always come to your aid get you back on your way and never hear a word, till you have another deed for me to do.

I’ve been your excuse countless of time’s, anyone else would hate you forever, but I always forgive in an instant it’s behind.

Over the years I couldn’t begin to count the hours and days, spent to keep your life rolling, often without no appreciation and never no pay.

You know the mind connection we have between us gets stronger all of the time, you often give me that funny face, when I say what you’re thinking without no clue or sign.

Whenever you ask, I always have handy exactly what you need, and often positive advice on what problems your future will see.

Whenever your life is fun and everything is going great, I never hear from you till a fence blocks your road, and I’m always there to show you the gate.

So many times, I know your intentions and thoughts are wrong, even when I show you the truth you never bow, because your pride is too strong.

You have even taken credit for ideas that from me you found, I must be an angel in life for you, I always here when your life turns around.

Tom Maxwell copyright

As I watch the wind blow in another day,
Some dreams will fade, from yesterday,
The sun will rise again, A new day will begin,
I’m still searching.

We often think our plans, are carved in stone,
Then we look around, were all alone,
Was it wasted time, did we learn, in our mind,
Were back to searching.

Our journey, did not bring us here,
Just to work, and play, there is more to life,
Then, just the passing io days,
Look at yourself inside, open your eyes,
Keep searching.

Searching, for the reason, why you are here,
Are you far, are you getting near, search until your end,
Some thoughts, you will have to stretch and bend,
You just have to know.

                                                              Tom Maxwell© 10/06/2005