The politicians, along with the news media,
Keep stirring the ***, to keep separation, alive
Inside of every one’s mind,
Otherwise, most all of us, get along, fine.
Eliminate the greed, and power race, we are all the same, inside,
We live this short life, then our human body, dies.
There is no reason, to live a life, of fake rumors, and lies,
Even the most powerful, have days, they cry.
Competition, in this life, is just A big game,
Accept who you are, or drive yourself, insane,
Everyone still gets wet, in A pouring rain,
In this life, we all need to work together,
For not one of us alone, can stop A moving train.
Our inner spirit, and knowledge,
Show, our true colors, who we are, every day,
Never try to impress others, be yourself,
Within your actions, and the words, you say,
For very few remember, the design on your shirt,
The very next day,
One bad action, or A few words, they label you,
Your branded, for the rest of your stay.

Tom Maxwell © 1/18/22021 AD   1:00 PM

When I hear about someone with an addiction, television is the first thought that enters my mind,
everyone that watches it is into robbery’s, ***, and violent crimes.
They all sit quiet like a rock staring into space,
with no movement at all, and a cold blank look on their face.
So many of them have trouble deciding, changing channels all of the time,
So, for gone they can’t concentrate, or make a decision with their mind.
Many of them got started years ago, someone turned them on to it for free,
now that they are addicted, they are happy to pay a high monthly fee.
Television teaches children bad habits in so many ways
watching the weather man getting paid to lie, and then they learn the truth the very next day.
The viewers hide from their families and friends all of the time,
has anyone ever told you they have to go, they can’t miss their fix, of a repeat TV show.
If you count up all the hours they waste, years over their life time,
that’s why their called addicts, because they altered their state of mind.
The next time you faithful watchers see a story about an addict on TV,
you can hold your head up high and say, that guy is just like me.



                 Copyright Tom Maxwell 08/18/03

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 hunger, they will feed you a meal.
A person you can count on to help bail you out anytime, and willing to 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, 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,  you will be all alone, and no one will be there to help, no matter what you do.

Tom Maxwell ©

A thought to think about, in your mind,
If you died today, what kind of memories,
Would you leave behind?
You live your life every day, is the knowledge,
In your soul, growing in many ways,
Or is your life, the same habit every day?
Do you ever think pass tomorrow,
What this life will be in future days,
Will every one be free, or forced to live a certain way,
Our generation, is creating the future days,
We are to share our wisdom, with those of the future,
So, they will understand today, that no one,
In this life will forever stay.


                                                              

                  The Original: Tom Maxwell  © 06/13/2024 AD

We can measure, almost everything,
Ever the speed of light,
From the smallest particle of sand,
To buildings, that rise to the heights,
Even the temperature, or moisture in the air,
The size of our shoes, when we buy A pair,
To the meters in cabs, that regulate our fare.

There are things in life, we can not scale or weigh,
The enjoyment, we get watching the sun set, across the bay,
A friendship that last, with memories that stay,
We can not measure, how long we will live, until the end,
Or the trust we have, between our friends,
Not even the thoughts, that come and go, in our mind,
Or the amount of love, we receive, our give, during this life time.


                                           Tom Maxwell copyright 5/31/2003 AD

Many thoughts, are always traveling,
In and out, through energy, confusing my mind,
Messages for now, or notes for a future time,
As the information, is sorted, and stored in my brain,
They can range from funny, to wondering, if I’m going insane,
I could not imagine, how many brain cell’s I have gone through,
I’m glad they naturally replace themselves,
For over a half century of life so far, this time, I’ve fried a few.


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                The Original: Tom Maxwell © 10/04/2024 AD

To write Poetry,
One must relax,
let, their mind slip away,
Discovering, feelings, emotions,
Then writing, what the thoughts say.
It can not be forced, A certain day or time,
Any unplanned situation, can bring the writer A rhyme,
A lost art in society, today, deep thinking, in one’s own mind.


                                                      Tom­ Maxwell © 1/25/2021 11:15 A.M.

Thinking away,
Sorting thoughts, in my mind,
In and out they travel,
Always searching, for knowledge to learn and  find.
Some answers come fast,
Like our dreams, others can take, more time,
This life was not suppose, to be perfect,
Keep your eyes open, lean towards positive signs.
There are many false prophets,
Around us, trying to control, our spiritual journey today,
It’s sad, people compare material things,
Never knowing their spirit and Soul, they carry for guidance, every day,
Always, expect changes, many have special reasons,
Sometimes they change, like the seasons,
Concentrate on the future,
Forget the past days, be positive with your attitude,
As you travel, on your way,
Enjoy and learn, in this life,
It’s such a short stay.

                                 The Original: Tom Maxwell ©   03/01/2025 AD

We are tested in life in so many ways, believe me the hardest is when someone we love,
journeys to their next life, always a cloudy day.
Others will say they are sorry, and offer anything they can do,
no one can ever fill the hollow space it leaves inside of you.
Why will be the question that will often come to our mind,
we will never know the answer as we travel through life, this time.
We will never again in this life see their physical being, but often in our times of struggle,
we will receive guidance, help that their spirit will bring.
It’s reminds us of how much we don’t know and understand,
we must be strong and carry on, for it is a part of this life’s plans.
It helps us appreciate people, for the happiness and joy they bring,
not to worry so much about material things.
Be thankful you knew them on earth for the years you were brought together,
always remember in a few short years we will also move on,
our spirit’s and soul’s will be together forever.



          Copyright Tom Maxwell 07/27/03

A trusting honest person in this world today, always seems to get pushed aside,
for thinking and caring for others and going out of their way.
Someone who will come to help you late at night or early any day,
with open arms of love we should never chase away.
Everybody has someone in their past they pushed aside,
for something they thought was better,
that took them on a downhill ride,
When their world falls apart and all the good times go bad,
only then their thoughts go back to that special friendship they lost,
and wish they still had.
If a long-lost friend ever takes the time to give you a second chance,
let them know how special they are, try to repair that broken branch.







   Copyright Tom Maxwell 03/26/03

We can control almost any actions or thoughts, that come into our life each day,
the one thing we can never keep totally in line, is when our emotions come out to play.
Many of people have wished that someone they knew would die, but as soon as it happened,
they were the first with a tear in their eye.
Any sort of relationship love, friendship, or trusting, when it stops for bad or good.
our emotions can put us in a daze, for days, we think about what we never understood.
They are a built-in reality control, to put us in check off and on during our time,
think about how everyone is always in a hurry, then count the people who try to cut in front of you, at a funeral line.
Emotions can even change our body temperature, in an instant like a switch inside,
we can have warm to hot feelings, to a chill with goose bumps, from our toes to our eyes.
Always let your emotions flow, if you try to hold them in,
you will feel lost and alone, as if you were locked up in a closet or bin.
The quicker you release your emotions, your spirit will guide you where to start again,
always remember your emotions are stronger than you, for no one can totally control or hide them within.  


Tom Maxwell © 5/18/2003 AD

Will I be living my time alone,
For the rest of this life’s stay,
Long days, and night’s,
Entertaining my mind, in many ways,
All the people, that ever loved me,
Are now resting in their graves.

A thought, always in my mind,
Why this situation, was handed to me,
With no one to, talk, or plan with,
My future does not look to bright to see,
Is there, a reason, that it happened,
Should I try, or just let everything be.



                                                         Tom Maxwell©
                                                            8/5/2020 AD
                                                              12:15 AM

Think about those worms, that wiggle through the land,
They loosen up the soil, so the roots of plants can expand.

Those plants give off oxygen, to support life, on this earth each day,
Some provide the food we eat, and give shelter, to animals, that prey.

As those critters grow, living their lives in so many different ways,
Some of them will be hunted by others, eaten as a meal someday.

Every living thing on earth, works with or for each other, in some,
Special way, all of the plants, and creatures, need one another,
To stay alive to see the next day.

Tom Maxwell copyright 02/05/2003 A.D.

Experience, knowledge, common sense,
How we listen, patience, being realistic,
About our goals, our attitude, reactions,
To situations, understanding, life is not an easy stroll.
A few of the hills, we must climb, as we carry,
Strengthen, our inner soul.
We each have our feelings, emotions, beliefs, dreams,
And plans, as we slowly, try to succeed, in our journey,
Through this life, with our spirit, trying to guide us,
To the eternal land.
Some come easy, others lead to binds, life is like,
A math problem, divide, everything by the unknown,
The length of our life in time.


                                                                                      Tom Maxwell © 1/7/2020 A.D. 11:50 am

The bright color of their yellow flower,
Wild mustard, line the creek side,
As I look out my window, sitting comfortable inside.
A dominate color, of the season is green,
From the zoysia  grass, to the fifty-foot trees,
Through the screen, I can hear the birds sing,
As they seem to float by, with the breeze,
A very natural scene, as far as my eyes can see.



Tom Maxwell © 06/17/2020 AD 3:10 PM

Is it early in the morning,
Our late, at night,
It depends, where you are,
With the thoughts, in your sights.
To some, it’s normal, and right,
Others are sleeping, curled up tight.
You can live your whole life,
Following habits, what others do,
Or experiment, with every minute,
To discover, the best creative hours,
For You.

                                              Tom Maxwell © 02/03/2021 A.D. 1:37 AM

When you look at an ocean,
Or the water in the sea’s,
Think of all the drops of rain,
To create the picture, you see.
Some of those drops of rain,
Have been around, longer than me, and you,
Others just arrived, from the morning dew,
We each need, a lot of water,
Just to stay alive.
The next time you see a drip,
Say thanks, for helping you survive.

                                              
Tom Maxwell©
                                                        ­                                                  8/06/2020 AD
                                                              ­                                                 12:50 PM

It could be over now,
It could be any time,
When we think of each other,
We will only Have,
Memories in our mind.
All the good ones,
We hold on to,
They will be treasured, every day,
Each of us have a few, over time,
We are reminded,
By certain words, actions, or signs.
Treat others, how you want to be remembered,
Honesty, trust, your caring ways,
At any moment, we could become,
A memory of yesterday.


                                                              Tom Maxwell ©1/09/21  11:AM

People come into your life,
Unexpected, on different days,
The black sheep, the odd ducks,
The loners, the eccentrics, have their own ways,
often those who are ignored,
They do not, have to follow the styles,
Or want to be popular,  that’s not their goal,
If you want to meet and have a trust - worthy,
Honest friend, they usually have, the most,
Wonderful Souls.

                                           The Original: Tom Maxwell © 4/27/24 A.D.

Riding the train, holding the rail,
Waiting for my next stop, and future trail.

As most of this journey, traveling all alone,
No past life baggage, looking for, or following me,
As morning & nights pass, where will my next stop be.

Mom left for heaven, six months ago, with her earthly log,
My only family connection, and responsibility now,
Taking care of Ginger, her old yellow lab dog.

As I look down the tracks,
I thought I felt, A drop of rain from the sky,
It will always be tough the rest of my life,
To keep tears, from falling, out of my eyes.


Tom Maxwell copyright 3/2/2019 AD  11:00 AM

We are tested in life in so many ways , and believe me the hardest is when someone we love , journeys to their next life, always a cloudy day.
Others will say they are sorry and offer anything they can do,
but no one can ever fill the hollow space it leaves inside of you.
Why will be the question that will often come to our mind,
we will never know the answer as we travel through life this time.
We will never again in this life see their physical being,  often in our times of struggle we will receive guidance and help that their spirit will bring.
It’s reminds us of how much we don’t know and understand, we must be strong and carry on , for it is a part of this life’s plans.
It helps us appreciate people for the happiness and joy they bring,  not to worry so much about material things.
Be thankful you knew them on earth for the years you were brought together,  always remember in a few short years we will also move on , our spirit’s and soul’s will be together forever.



           Copyright Tom Maxwell 07/27/03

Have I been here before, it all seems like a dream,
I can remember the sounds, and describe the seen.

Is it a day dream I remember, or a memory from one at night,
Or someone's energy I received one time, as a quick flash of bright light.

Did I see the future, take a look ahead of my time, or am I just,
A little crazy, with an imaginary mind.

I know what your thinking, what your about to say,
the way you will explain it, how your emotions will play.

It's happened so often, over the years, in my time,
As if I had the script, stored in my mind.

When I think these thoughts, I never know which ones,
Will come true, when they take place, it's all so clear,
everything is there, even what we are about to do.


Tom Maxwell copyright 02/17/2003

You have never felt true love,
So, you hide your confused heart,
Keeping something else first,
Always an excuse and afraid to start.

Only wanting someone,
For what they have or can do,
Not knowing how to totally commit,
Now your children learn the same from you.

You have been given more,
Money and material things,
With freedom, still afraid to learn about true love,
Never opening up to feelings and peace it brings.

Take time learn to give and accept,
The feeling of love in every way,
You know where it has been waiting for years,
So many good memories to expand every day.









Tom Maxwell 09/14/06

Such a beautiful scene as I look out my window,
everything is so peaceful not even A echo.
The dominate color is white from the years, first snow,
as the sun begins to rise it reflects a blinding glow.
The white ice crystals doing a balancing on the branches of the trees,
as the temperature rise’s they begin to melt and fall so free.
The bird taking turns landing on the feeder with care,
such small delicate bodies to withstand the cold winter air.
The bright red cardinals are the only bold color my eyes see,
as they sit on the deck rail waiting their turn while keeping one eye on me.
There is a gold- colored fox across the creek on the hill,
such a beautiful creature as he sits at the top so still.
I can hear a noise the drip of water as the snow begins to melt away,
enjoy the beautiful things you love in this life sooner or later they will fade.



                                                  Tom Maxwell copyright 01/08/2005

Our bodies, as we know them now,
One day will be all alone,
Burnt to ashes, or buried, inside A coffin,
Six feet under A stone.
A known fact, most of us will never know,
In advance, how we will leave this life,
We are passing through today,
Why, so much hate, and anger,
Which is mainly supported by greed,
While knowing this life, A very short stay.
As humans, we act, talk, as the most
knowledgeable, creatures, alive today,
In reality, we have learned, from others
Almost everything, we do or say.
How we eat, dress, who we accept,
or disagree with, how we share,
or be selfish, we teach, leave behind,
As we help shape the next creatures,
After our very short stay.


                                               Tom Maxwell © 01/30/2021 AD 12:00 PM

I had A dream,
I watched,
As it faded away,
My time moves on,
This moment tomorrow,
Will be known, as yesterday.
We should not expect, every thought,
Will become, real and true,
There is only, one thing we can count on,
Ourselves, what we do.
Most dreams, we picture other people too,
Sometimes, it takes longer to realize,
They are not on the same page, as you.
Should I just give up hope, turn away,
Or call it a learning experience,
Back to dreaming, today.

                                                    Tom Maxwell© 1/1/2021 A.D. 3:30 PM

This life, is so short,
It’s measured in years,
If we are lucky,
We shed more smiles, than tears.
It’s full of excitement,
Rewards and fears,
We meet, a lot of people,
Only a few friends, we can trust so dear.
We will all have tough times,
Part of this life’s journey, today,
We never know, the length of our stay,
It’s our choice, how to live every day.
We all have beliefs, and want more,
During, and after, this life time,
We all need directions, and paths to find,
None of us know, when we will be given,
A Special Sign.


                                          Tom Maxwell © 1/23/2021 – written 7/3/2014

There are accidents to diseases,
With countless other, obstacle’s, in between,
If we always worry about everyone, of them,
We can miss the life; we should have seen.
Our mind controls our body, every breath, heartbeat,
Down to each word we say, look towards the future,
Think positive, your body will flow the same way.
When A person always says, I can’t right A way,
Could it be they are too lazy, or afraid to try,
Your better, to give it your best first,
Then, convince your mind, your ready to give up, and die.
When you talk about the weather, more than twice, A day,
Are you using your mind to think,
When you have to look outside, A window, for something to say?

                                                     Tom Maxwell 04/21/2021 AD
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