Gravity holding us on this planet,
As we rotate, somewhere, In outer space,
Earth, reproduces for free, our survival needs,
In your mind, a beautiful, peaceful place.
With a sun always around, free, light and heat,
For without, its bright orange fire, we would freeze,
From our head, to the toes, on our feet.
Many lit, evening sky’s, moon and stars reflecting the sun’s light,
With running water, rivers, streams, and creeks,
With mountains, valleys, and different colorful plants, wonderful sites,
Fish and other creatures, living  ln lakes, oceans, and seas,
Different, birds in the day, many shapes, and colors,
Along with other, animals, that roam in the night,
A perfect place, for every race, to survive, together, as happy as can be.




                                                                                                                                             The original: Tom Maxwell© 6 6/17/2025 AD

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

The older i age, I realize  no matter how hard I try, I will not please everyone, in this life everyday,
Although with out any effort, I can ******* many,
Just with honest words, I say.


The original: Tom Maxwell  6/11/2025 AD

True happiness, a positive attitude,
Everyone has inside, they could spread,
With others, throughout each day,
So many hide, those feelings, or show,
A fast flash, then back to a negative,
Story, for some it’s like self-torture,
Not letting, the subject fade.
Someone trying to create something positive,
In this material world, today, spending, time,
Working around their own mistakes, they might hear,
That’s ok, unless they receive, a lot in pay.
So many have a bad attitude, is it a subconscious,
Trained reaction, taught to the public some way,
It would be a challenge, for most to just talk about,
Positive things in their life, repeating them, for just one day,
And walking away from those who complain, or talk negative,
With the words they say.

                       The original: Tom Maxwell  © 06/11/2025 AD

Looking, out my window,
Watching, the beginning of a new day,
The darkness of night, slowly fades,
As the morning sun rise, lights everything,
In its way, with powerful, warm rays.
The trees on the hill, on the other side,
Of Maxwell’s creek, standing so still,
The temperature around sixty degrees,
Comfortable, just a slight morning chill.
A very peaceful place, nothing but nature,
Trees and grass, no hustle, or constant race,
A special place, for me to write, where, I wrote,
My first, poem/song, still creating, twenty three years later,
A third of this life, my mind drifting, traveling,
Catching special messages in space.

                     The original: Tom Maxwell  ©  6/11/2025 AD

Think of the moments,
You stop everything, and stare,
Sometimes, not looking at anything,
Sorting, energy, into thoughts,
That arrive so fast, out of no where,
The best ideas & solutions,
Are not always, a long drawn out plan,
Often they just arrive,
As if someone, just placed them in your hand.


The original: Tom maxwell 05/27/2025AD

The star's in the dark sky,
Are just a reflection of the sun's light,
They never touch, each other,
Only the reflection, of the rays,
Connects them, a few hours, during the night.
Like when someone say's they love you,
Although, your alone in bed every night,
As your thoughts start to drift,
Will tomorrow, be another dark cloudy day,
Or will the sky be clear,
And your day will shine very bright.


The original Tom Maxwell  05/27/2025 AD