Watching the frozen water vapor,
Ice crystals, falling from the clouds,
Towards, the cold hard ground,
With a strong wind, blowing, in every direction,
Spinning them in circles, all around.
One of nature’s most beautiful sights,
As they arrive for their landing, so gently,
Never making a sound.
When the sun shines down, on everything,
Covered in white, it brings a hypnotizing, trance,
With it, in the air, everyone always stops,
Their day, taking a few minutes and stares.
A snowfall, slows the pace of life, for everyone,
To experience, enjoy, and see, as it covers, all
Generations, reminding us,
The most beautiful, wonderful feelings, in this life,
Come naturally, simple and free.


The original: Tom Maxwell © 02/17/2024 A.D.

As the white translucent ice crystals, fall from the sky,
their shapes, and beauty, always seem to put A gleam, in our eyes.

They fall through the air, as they float to the ground, always,
so peaceful, until the wind blows them around.

Flakes of frozen water vapor, such A natural thing,
we all have special memories, of the excitement, they bring,

Each flake is different, in their own special way,
just like the people we pass by in our life, everyday,

There is more than the beauty, we see with our eyes,
everyone is enlightened, even strangers, have time, to say hi.

The snow, can slow down, our daily pace, the magic it spreads,
brings us closer together, in this world of race.


                                                   Maxwell copyright  12/27/2002

All we have in this
life is time,
Everything else we borrow,
Till the day we reach,
Our dead end signs.

We each have different hills, to climb,
Be careful, for mountain slides,
Trying to reach, the summit,
Avoiding all binds.

Decisions change with time, years,
Always be yourself, what you feel,
Others may be totally wrong,
Lazy, full of fear.





                                                                                                                       Tom Maxwell ©
                                                                                                                   4/30/19AD
                                                                                                                   11:59

what is the most important thing,
Keeping all of us alive today,
Love, children, our parents, a job,
Food, water, beer, drugs…
Everyone has a different idea to say.
Most answers, could be swept under a rug.
Go outside, in the afternoon,
Look high into the sky, that burning out star,
The sun, without the warmth it provides us,
Very quickly, every living thing on earth,
Would freeze and die.    The End

The Original: Tom Maxwell © 1/14/2022 AD
4;15 am

This life will always bring us new adventures along the way,
the only thing we can count on, is that it will come to an end one day.
Answers and confusion come and go all of the time,
some will bring smiles and others, tears from our mind.
People, places and goals, we seek during this life’s race,
Often, we have to choose, which one’s we will follow at our own pace.
Sometimes  we feel we are doing good and on the right trail,
then we find ourselves off to the side, hanging on to our life by the rail.
As we travel through this life, we will all have experiences that will turn us around,
we will never know what will come next, until after we hear our last sound



                                                        ­     Tom Maxwell 1/17/06

Some of the memorable thoughts, and comments,
From The Holiday Season – What are they talking about ?
That is the biggest one I have ever seen
How long do I beat it before it is ready
Stop playing with your meat
You will know when it is ready, when it pops up
It is ready, it is ready
Just spread the legs open, and stuff it in
Stop licking your fingers
How long will it take, after you stick it in
Can you handle all these people, at one time
I did not expect everyone to come at the same time
It is a little dry, do you still want to eat it
Tying the legs together, will keep it moist inside
You still have a little bit on your chin and lips
Just wait till it is your turn, you will get some
I am in the mood for a little dark meat
Talk about some huge breast
Get a taste then pass it on
That is one terrific spread
If I do not undo my pants, I will bust them open
Are you ready for seconds
It is cool whip time
The Original: Tom Maxwell©11/16/2022 AD

Planet earth is only so big
Exiting, we each have our own day and way
Adventuring, learning, pre – paring for what’s
Coming, when our spirit & soul, travel away
Excitement, of evil and greed, following the politician’s lead
Only caring about, their personal party, and space
Nations, starving citizens, plenty of rockets to blow up countries
Eliminating a future generation, nowhere to stay                   Actually forcing,  intelligent people, to live in evil and fear
Reasoning, not a play, that would take personal power away
There is only one ending, to a power and greed chase, death for all
Home turf earth , not to many compliments, to rulers of today.

                                                         ­   


                                        The Original: Tom Maxwell © 6/03/2024 AD

With a little patience, taking the time,
Writing a story that rhymes, then mixing in music,
A few people can create a song, thousands of people,
Without reading a verse, can sing along, with every line.
Everyone has a style they like, each generation, tweaks it,
Their way, the ones we enjoy, can pick up our energy,
During any slow day.
Music seems to have a direct route to our personal database,
We can live for years, without hearing, a certain song play,
As soon as we hear the first note, we start singing away,
Even moving our limbs, from playing air instruments to a crowd,
That sways!
Our society can learn to remember, many important things,
While having fun at the same time,
No one looked at it as work, or school, the first time,
We heard and sang, happy birthday, and the ABC song,
Now they are a perpetual fixture, memory in our minds.
As we age, many decide to stop listening to music,
And moving around, to a sit and stare, then sooner or later,
When you're talking, others are looking at each other,
Pointing at their head, he’s losing it up there.

What is reality, in our life each day.
I suppose we know, if were happy, or sad,
We can see if the weather, is good, or bad,
Is it real, for politicians, never to agree,
and the news media, keeping us sad.

The daily soap opera, is it all false,
none of it true,
Everywhere we go, cameras, recording you,
A few commit crimes, were all watched, accused,
This don’t feel like, reality & freedom,
More of A dark feeling of blue.





                                                                            Tom Maxwell 
                                                                           03/10/2019AD                                          
                                                                         3:00 AM

As the morning sun, rises,
Daylight to us, it brings,
While the early birds, entertain,
With songs, they sing.

The lights on the poles, are off,
At night they illuminated, the street,
Now people are beginning to journey,
To the places, where they meet.

Our cycle, has taken us,
Into another day,
Be thankful, appreciate, each of them,
There will be A last one, that passes your way.


Tom Maxwell©
02/09/2007 AD

I have lived many dreams,
The first few, I didn’t realize, I was,
Until they were over, they lived their time,
Dreams do not stay, in our life forever,
We must join the ride, when they pass by,
Most only appear one time, in this life,
Follow your dreams, or always wonder why,



                                                                                                                                                     Tom Maxwell©
                                                                                                                                                    4/1/20Ad
                                                                                                                                                  2:40 PM

We watch the clouds pass over, almost every day,
where do they go, do the same one's, ever pass by our way?

Some are so fluffy, like huge cotton *****, others so long,
like an enormous white wall.

So many shapes, with swirls, and waves,
sometimes they open up, like the entrance to caves.

They bring us water, from high in the sky,
they control our weather, to make it wet, or dry.

They can draw pictures, and words, as they pass us by,
they being us messages, as they float in the sky.

Clouds can give us so much beauty, as they reflect the sun's rays,
or be so dark, as they drop rain upon our day.

Floating so graceful, as they pass so free, to collect more moisture,
as they travel, across the sea's.



                                                               Tom Maxwell 01/14/2003

Those close to you now,
An unknown future friend,
Who will you remember the most,
When this life, comes to an end.

Life is like A book,
Chapters change, along our way,
Along with the characters,
Those you see, every day.

Every one came into this life,
For A special reason,
We are not to judge, each other,
We all have our change, of seasons.
Tom Maxwell. ® 03/07/2007 AD

There are people in the U.S.A. that think their life is so bad, if they had to move to the other side of the world,
they would appreciate everything they ever had.
In this country everything is taken for granted every day, most people could not imagine living in a grass hut,
that’s their life long home to stay.
A polluted river is their bath tub, and clothes washer too,
many Americans get excited about a spill on their shirt, so embarrassed, what to do.
A home without electric and other convenient luxuries, and they get by just fine,
in America if the power goes out, most people will complain, what to do with their time.
Everyone is spoiled that lives in the U.S.A., no one is ever satisfied, and greed makes them want more every day.
Soap, deodorant, toilet paper, and hair spray, many in the United States would not go outside without using, and never dream about working hard just for food every day.
The world is one piece of land, should it have stayed that way, separating it into countries,
caused wars, poverty, and greed, it seems to get worse every day.


                                                           Copyright Tom Maxwell 09/27/03

I’m,  living, and thinking in-between every day,
Trying to discover my soul, while constantly,
Trying to avoid, the ever changing, man - made rules,
Of today, many evil minds, trying to lead us their way.
Who is controlling, this gift from God, where we live today,
An evil deed, gets so much-repeated attention,
Then, good one’s  every day. There are true prophets, Philosophers,
Among us looking into the future, in many ways, although, in todays,
Society, most people only listen to the wealthy, who have expensive,
Boats, at the docks, on the bay.
Wow, look at it this way man, people smoked Marijuana, ***,
Mary Jane… no harm to the participants, no matter how ******,
Your buzz took you away, oh yea, it was the gateway drug too.
Hey, dig this, it was only illegal because the establishment,
Was not profiting, from sales every day, So, they formed their,
Own cartel, this must be a miracle, as soon as they started dealing,
Their dope, **** is good for every ailment today, How, many millions,
Of taxpayer’s money, was spent, hiring the best weedoligest,
So, they would have the good stuff, for many joint sessions, of congress,
Just to say, yea this the good stuff, man let’s  take an early lunch, today.
Over 50 years ago, they could have interviewed, the experts, at the,
Woodstock concert, yea three days, man, a small pond of mud, was,
The bathtub, shared food, pipes, and bongs, toking away, like wow,
A baby was born, peace & love different races, living surviving together.
Almost a half million people in a farmer’s field, his sheep were running away.
Everyone had to share, their souls, are happier today.
Almost a half million people, for real, man,
Yea the largest gathering of people, ever in the USA.
All you hear are positive, funny stories,
From the good old days.



                                                                                                                            
                           The original: Tom Maxwell  © 11/18/2024 AD
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                
                                                                                   4:20 am

I was walking through the woods,
As I was passing a pine tree,
I noticed in the needles on ground,
The cap’s of a few mushrooms, just staring at me
Realizing, it was late in the season, i moved some needles,
My curiosity, made me take a peek to see,
From my Shroomology experiences, of the past,
I could verify that these were edible mushrooms indeed.
I pulled a few from the ground, they were fresh,
The blanket of needles providing warmth,
Protecting them from a freeze,
I was getting a little hungry, so I took a sample taste,
Remembering, home grown vegetables were good for me.
I was sitting on a hollow log, watching a beautiful sun set,
To the west, waving goodbye, to me,
Enjoying the colorful streaks, in the sky,
Then I felt the log move, under me,
I heard some leaves making noise at the end, of the log,
As I turned my head to investigate, I saw,
Two of the biggest racoon eyes, you may ever see,
I then realized, I was an unexpected, house guest,
So to show appreciation, I shared some of the mushrooms,
I had with me, he nibbled on a few, then ran away,
Not having nothing important to do, I turned around on the log,
To watch the sun rise in the East,
Then I felt something, holding the back of, my jacket,
It felt like a crazy beast, to my surprise, it was the racoon,
His eyes, even larger, as if something scared him, off his feet,
I calmed him down, then he sat on the log, we watched,
The rising sun over the trees, to the East, then he started,
Crawling back into the log, he winked, I said, thanks for the feast.

The original: Tom Maxwell c 12/15/23 A.D.

It’s two A.M. in the morning,
As I walk out the back screen door,
A beautiful light covering, of snow, on the ground,
As I stand on the sidewalk, in the chilled air,
Looking at the reflections, of lights,
The sun will rise in A few more hours,
The snow will slowly, melt away,
For me in this life, I lost another day.



                                                       Tom Maxwell ©   3/8/2019 2:00 A.M.

I sit alone on the steps, watching people go by,
Never seeing a soul, never wondering why.

I listen to laughter, and stories, never hearing a thing,
For my life is so lonely, without you, and the joy you bring.

Some people pass, say a word or two, they try to talk to me,
The only thoughts on my mind, the visions, of you I see.

Tear fill my eyes, roll down my face, without you in my life,
All I do, is sit by myself, stare into space.

My thoughts of you keep passing through, as I watch the clouds,
Pass over so high, always curious, where you went, why you never,
Took time to say good by.

You strived for my existence, then just left it to fade,
I never seen it coming,  you never explained, just walked out,
and went on your way.

Someday, I may get over you, it might take A few years,
Now all I want to do, is sit alone, wipe all of these tears.


                                                        Tom Maxwell copyright 3/17/03

As humans, we should be the most important creatures to each other in this world today, why are so many homeless, and we let dogs live in our homes, and rule the house where they stay.

Most people would not even think of inviting a homeless person in for a meal, but the animals always have a full bowl, and their every move is such a big deal.

Many people sleep outside with only a sidewalk to rest their head, while the shedding so called pets, lay comfortable on their human’s bed,

Is it because our dog's always love us and never talk back, or because they are always ready to play, when entertainment we lack.

We never have to wait on them, just say the words "let’s go", and they sit by our side, when our day is moving slow.

They are always watching who is around, guarding us in their own way, and about the most loyal critters we will ever find on this earth, during our days.


Copyright Tom Maxwell 12/04/03

My soul, adventuring,
In this period of life,
A different shell, last time,
So far, an endless flight.

My imitate family,
Have journeyed forward,
I learned, miss them much,
Be positive, for the reason.

My work, this era of time,
Advise help, and care
Separate, grief, moments,
Write, leave messages,
Discover, myself.      

Tom Maxwell ©  2/17/19 AD  11:35 AM

As humans we should be the most important creatures to each other in this world today, why are so many homeless and we let dogs live in our homes and rule the house where they stay.
Most people would not even think of inviting a homeless person in for a meal, but the animals always have a fun bowl, and their every move is such a big deal.
Many people sleep outside with only a sidewalk to rest their head while the shedding so called pets lay comfortable on their human’s bed,
Is it because our dog's always love us and never talk back, or because they are always ready to play when entertainment we lack.
We never have to wait on them just say the words "let’s go” and they sit by our side when our day is moving slow.
They are always watching who is around, guarding us in their own way and about the most loyal critters we will ever find on this earth , during our days.
Copyright Tom Maxwell 12/04/03

Mental Notes
Emotions so real
Mile stones
Our life
Remembering those we loved
Inspirations
Expanding feelings
Signs for guidance

Tom Maxwell ©
4/16/2021AD
!:05 PM

It’s hard to find an honest person in this world of today, to have a true friend that loves you, is worth more than anything in this life, that will pass your way. Someone, who cares, no matter how you
look or feel, always waiting with open arms, when you are hungry, they will feed you a meal.                                                                          A person you can count on to help bail you out anytime, willing work with you, when the relationship gets in a bind.                     You can play the people you pass on the street, but always be
honest with a true friend, life is short, another you may never meet. No one is perfect in this life’s game, when we never admit our mistakes, all we do is ruin our own name.                                  Finding someone who loves you, and you love too, is a gift you should cherish, be honest with them in anything you do.               It’s never a matter of who is right or wrong, it’s someone you always want to be with and share life like an old love song.   Never being greedy about material things, we think we should have in our hands, the high should come from having a true loving friend to share, and explore each day on this land.                                  
Always showing appreciation for everything, and never pushing them away for the excitement you think a few  minutes of pleasure will bring.                                                                                              Never making up stories or hurting them to make you feel better inside, the worst thing you could do a lover and friend is betray them or lie.                                                                                              
Always come forward and apologize, if you turned on a friend that has always been good to you, remember your luck or game will someday come to an end and you will be all alone, and no one will be there to help no matter what you do.

                                                                           Tom Maxwell ©