Under the light blue morning sky,
in the wood’s, I can pick out the oak trees,
Their leaves, brown, always last to fall,
As I turn my neck, two deer walk by.
The new grass, natures carpet, beautiful green,
Looking over the rails, of my back deck,
A beautiful nature scene, my ideas I brought to life,
Over the years, I lost my siblings, parents, and wife,
During long hard - working hours, I dreamed,
Of retiring, to happy days, I had a plan to travel,
Across the USA, in my dreams, A couple of houses,
Then to explore, a new RV.  Everything paid,
No credit cards, or any loans, it’s a beautiful,
Saturday morning, I’m living all alone, no one,
To share with, or call on the telephone.
It’s hard to see, wiping tears off my face,
Like a lost puppy, they follow me to every place,
As I ride on planet earth, around in space,
The only real dream, for now, I have, waiting for God,
To call me home, from this life, in the human race.
The Original Tom Maxwell 12/4/2021 AD

As we float in space, riding on our planet,
We will have to make choices, many times,
For the wrong reasons, at the moment,
We think is ok, in our mind,
Are you a positive or negative, thinker?
Our you, an open, honest, sharing person,
That would help a stranger, on the street,
Or you always on the move, looking for,
Another victim, to try to defeat?
Everything, we say or do, depends,
On our personal attitude, in our mind,
Which can change, often very fast,
When making decisions, watch, listen for signs.
The Original: Tom Maxwell© 12/01/2021AD  3:45am

Tomorrow, will soon be yesterday,
It won’t be shorter, or longer, than any other day,
When your thoughts drift, to the future,
After the excitement is over, what do you see,
Straight up honest friends, and security,
Or hanging from a broken branch, falling free.
We can change, adjust to any situation, if we try,
This negative society, everyone, looks, judges,
For the worst, what is not perfect in their mind,
We cannot pick, who will be in our dreams,
When or how, they may come true,
Remembering nothing is perfect, in this life time.
Never walk pass an open door,
Your true purpose, and happiness,
May be there for you to explore.
The Original: Tom Maxwell 11/29/2021 AD 7:00am

The life we are in today,
Keeps moving at a steady pace,
None of us can change time,
Not even if your thoughts, do race.
Time is all we have,
Memories, is all we leave,
We are all the same
With different thoughts, we believe.


The Original: Tom Maxwell © 11/29/2021 AD 2:00 am

We all have moments of confusion,
The right answer, direction, we search to find,
There is no perfect trail, through this life,
With an unknown, amount of time,
Situations, give messages, look, listen, for signs.
Often, we can forget, we are individuals,
Caring a soul inside, during this short stay,
Our spirit and angels, guide us to certain people,
To teach, help our soul to grow, in different ways,
We often make the wrong decisions, choices,
Worrying, what others may think, on different days,
We end up judging many, by clothes, race, age…,
With the right people our soul, gives us the feeling,  
Peace, security, in line, positive vibes, remember,
Never knowing, we must keep exploring, for,
Some live long, others short, lives,
We each, have a limited time.
The Original : Tom Maxwell © 11/25/2021 AD 4:20am

I am sitting, at my table,
Armed with a pencil, in my hand,
Making words, out of letters, that is my basic plan.
Then my thoughts, started to appear,
One word, at a time, as I search through my files,
So many memories, in my mind.
The subject, can be about anything, from rain, to a sunny day,
To an all-night party, years ago, or the special words, I do Pray.
Never knowing, what will inspire me, I can’t, just plan to write,
Ideas flow in from every direction,
It could be morning, noon, or night.
Thoughts come, and go in a fast way
, Many writings, I have started,
May never see, their final day. never planning ahead,
watching for signs, then at one moment, I decide,
This will be the last line.

                                                          ­The Original: Tom Maxwell © 11/21/21 AD 8:20 am

A dream is a fantasy,
They can come true, at any time,
Often, not at the moment planned.
Usually, we never noticed, when they arrived,
We had different ideas, and projects, at hand,
Later in our journey, we look back, and understand.
Real dreams come naturally,
Not those greedy, I want thoughts, in our mind,
They are personal, for us to learn,
As we never know, when they will fade in time.
The same as when A dream starts, or when their over,
We will always remember, those moments, and signs.
I’ve seen myself, in a dream, one night,
A calendar, mirror or clock, never in sight.
The
Original Tom Maxwell © 11/21/2021AD