"maximizing" poems
The stewardship of talent calls attention for everyone to discover their purpose on earth,
knowing we are created with potentials waiting to be maximized.
The stewardship of time calls attention for everyone to maximize their time on earth,
knowing we are mandated to dominate and subdue the earth.
Nothing is found except it is hidden,
every one has a talent.
Nothing is hidden except it is a secret,
every person has a gift.
Nothing is a secret except it is a treasure,
every individual has a potential.
Every one has a secret hidden treasure to be found,
ln them lives unique talents waiting to be discovered;
lf only they can discover their purpose on earth.
Every person has a destined mission to accomplish,
ln them lives voices waiting to be heard;
lf only they can activate their gifts.
Every individual has a solution to provide on earth,
ln them lives great potentials waiting to be maximized;
lf only they can exploit their potentials.
How then can talents be discovered knowing that any talent wasted will be accounted for.
How then can gifts be activated knowing that we are mandated by God to accomplish a purpose on earth.
How then can potentials be maximized knowing that we are created to impact our generation.
Let him that seek to discover and utilize his talents on earth consult God through prayers.
Let him that seek to activate his gifts exploit God's given innate ability to man.
Let him that seek to maximize his potentials on earth search the mind of God through the scriptures.
Is there any reward for discovering and exploiting your talents?
Is there any reward for activating your innate gifts?
Is there any reward for maximizing your God given potentials?
He that discovers and exploits his talents for God will receive the Masters reward.
He that activates his innate gifts will be remembered forever.
He that maximizes his potentials will leave an indelible footstep on earth.
Hope you strive to be persistent and consistent in the stewardship of talent,
knowing that much is required of you.
Endeavour to be faithful and obedient in your stewardship of talent, knowing we all owe God the accountability of our talents.
Ensure you exploit the discovery of your talents,
activate your innate gifts and maximize your potentials effectively.
Strive to discover your purpose on earth,
Seek to activate your talents and gifts; and
Strive to maximize your potentials.
He that discovers and exploits his talents on earth,
will leave an indelible footprint on the sands of time that will be remembered forever.
He that activates his gifts on earth will impact the world and his generation.
He that maximizes his potentials effectively,
will engrave his names in the sands of time and seasons of the sky.
Talent is a Mandate not a Delegate.
Sep 1, 2013
Sep 1, 2013 at 6:49 PM UTC
Oh Language, where hast thou hid thyself?
Thy once-bright spires decline to dust.
The calm, well-reasoned flow of wisdom
a bygone memory. I’ll not trust
these tween-to-twenty-something’s prattle;
endless babble of self-absorption
centered in pleasure-maximizing:
narcissistic thought-abortion.
Dude—they’re SO not app’ed for language
used by dad ten years ago.
I’m totally DONE with their, like, verbiage
They’re all: Smartphone Teenage Show.
It’s just, like, TALKING—without words
in language ghettos; texting proud . . .
Their lack of precision offends my brain—
They ought to be ashamed (out loud).
Vygotsky’s vaunted Z.P.D,
and Bakhtin’s heteroglossic crack
along with Roland Barthe’s pet parrot
Are SO like totally talking smack.
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 3:00 PM UTC
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Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 7:44 AM UTC
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It’s about leveraging potential income
to enhance output-maximizing sustainability …
It’s about de-funding unsustainable income outcomes.
It’s about results-based data-enhanced paradigm shifts.
It’s about demobilizing upward mobility:
dis-empowering gentrification
by underfunding the over-entitled.
It’s about de-funding unsustainability
until the immeasurable metric is globally assimilated.
It’s about the designated data-driver.
It’s about memes as theme schemes.
It’s about complicating competence
through collaboration in collusion –
intentionally replicating re-branding –
effectively identifying best practices of the best-dressed actresses
until the girl in the t-shirt says “meh”.
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 7:03 PM UTC
all day on the brink
saline hinging on lashes
reading minds far away
fortune-telling actions
and overgeneralizing
filtering the nonsense
to make room for the
nonsensical
minimizing positivity
maximizing black and
white negatives
focusing on despair
internal anguish;
vicious cycle of
irrationality
automatically
a day in the life
inside of me
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 6:18 PM UTC
I have become this Spiritual creature
I didn't realize I came with this feature
Emptiness and stress without rest
Never maximizing potential becoming the best
Human being from my soul I sing
Eyes of a machine
Staring at a TV screen
Seldom do we feel the rays of the sun
UV protection from ten to one
Under the moon Half, Quarter or Full
Remains in the sky while we rot in our tomb
Namaste is what we say
Meditate in our own way
Discovering enlightened paths
Solving sacred geometry math
Psychedelics in my mind
Develop sight to see the signs
Fortune I hold in my hand
Activates my pineal gland
Third eye open..my soul the teacher
Has evolved me into this Spiritual Creature.....
Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 7:04 PM UTC
Maximize the minimum
A Rasta man told me
So I opened my eyes and saw me some...
Truth… and tapped into the bold me
Allowed the truth to hold me
Scared is something that I won’t be
I refuse it
I have to work this skill
This music
Make it work and use it
Roots that support this growing tree
This to me is poetry
I will write
I will sing
To the best of my ability
And in future you will see me son
Maximizing my minimum
I can’t stay stagnant
I can’t
I will take from this world whatever it is I want
I will be amazing
Step into this battle guns blazing
And if I face closed doors
I will find alternative ways in
I may not be a ‘proper’ fellow
But I do put on a charming smile… and win them over from the moment I say ‘hello’
So I’m using these little attributes to my advantage
To come out ahead… on top… superior
Point?
Vantage.
Dec 17, 2012
Dec 17, 2012 at 1:04 AM UTC
Left is right... ...Because right is left... Except how does one or the other directional scenarios fair against the opposing opposites (that is themselves when conjoining as one "unifying whole")? Both directional options are just supposed to detour (each other) one way or the other (while seemingly going around each other again and again through countless twists and turns operable for success)! While also maximizing a different route, altogether! It's what makes paving a simulated pathway (so too speak) in order to free up space for the simulated pathway to give a better instruction manual about which way to properly (the next time around) carve my "simulated pathway"?!
PS... ("Which way"...) ...Is NO truer stated governing way!
Aug 3, 2020
Aug 3, 2020 at 7:36 PM UTC
We all feel insecure now and then,
even without infidelity lurking in the background.
We don't deal with ********
but some people are just bullshitting in the background
People wear masks on standby, maximizing opportunities.
Just like crows waiting for the right time,
to attack and slip between lapses,
lapses you and I just don't mind.
I personally feel bad dealing with these thugs,
as if I have nothing against them,
I'm just having a hard time to hide and let them pass through
I'm always a giver in this game.
Forgive me if I'm this cold,
I'm a first timer to live in this house of odds.
I preach art and believer of reality
and I cannot easily hide my thoughts
Jealousy stings and hurt sometimes
and You have nothing to prove to me.
it is just the natural outside forces
that is is getting into my nerves, It kills me.
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 9:37 PM UTC
slowly stepping barefoot on the white powdered pebbles
way up high on a roof top
there was a small garden with tomatoes to the left of me
i don’t know why i thought they looked so nice
but they did, and i stared.
still stepping on the pebbles,
feeling the sensitive nerves tingle to the some what sharp points
i kept walking
walking until i reached an edge.
the garden was behind me now
but i could still smell the freshness
i look down to the vacant street
it was so far down
a gust of wind went through my fingers and around my body
gently caressing my cheeks
i looked up to the beautiful sky, as i often do
and take a deep breathe
nothing but the scent of the garden filled my mind
i leap
i leap off of this high building getting closer to the maximizing street
something takes hold of me though
tightly
it was a rope
it was itchy for those few seconds around my neck
as i kept falling
there was a sudden stop
maybe 10 feet above the ground
my feet shook like mad
the rope didn’t break my neck, but was certainly suffocating me
constricting more and more against my throat
there was no more smell of the garden
there was chaos
worry
care
concern
fear
laughter
tears
anger
memories
dreams
funneled in so rapidly as i fight for a single full breathe
i just so missed the smell of that garden
Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 10:28 PM UTC
Lightning strikes anytime, you're not aware,
cannot predict, traces are not bared.
we should consider even a extra little care,
better be alert that risks are always there.
Consider - values and morality, sometimes we overlook,
the bounds and limits outside what we learned from books,
We enjoy stepping on others, maximizing their so-called benefits
Pulling one other down, for personal gain and profit.
I'll be happy if you knew your limits from the start.
but still, there are some who does not take their part.
Let them do their thing, because we know that Karma is just around,
anytime it can strike, just like a lightning, making its headhunt.
Nov 10, 2010
Nov 10, 2010 at 4:42 AM UTC
twitching muscle above my right eye
signifying stress and unexplored options
reminding me that something sits, unresolved
bouncing as a child in an inflatable wonderland
neurotic nerve-ending, ending my peace
pieces of broken mirror lay at my unshod feet
maximizing rage, a scream passes chapped lips
spittle gathering at the corners
while lunacy takes hold
10,000 scenes pass by my inner-eye
each with its own special irritant
seeking to disrupt the easy-going nature
put forth by sandals and elastic-waist(ed) short pants
wasted years bothered by triviality
sitting wasted, wasting my time
and that of the government agency
which employees this sorry ***
gassed in class passing with class
recoiling from the derailment
I try to regroup
but the short pants line
has the tears too thick to type
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 2:20 PM UTC
early this year
gentle as calm ocean waters
lapping along a weir
thumb and fore finger
of right hand would peal back,
(via diagonally flippant motion
asper calendar
representing progression of time)
gets flipped over to veer
in one direction (linear)
revealing the next month at lightspeed
vis a vis tempus fugit galloping tear
thy head immediately lost hirsute thickness,
i starkly share
male or female pattern baldness
extant along
Harris genealogical trunk line rare
yet divulging distress
about limp decreasing strands
sends shivers along spine,
gloomy feeling linkedin
with old fashioned meaning of queer
and perchance tis foolhardy
reeding this Samson night issue must ap pear
tis unstoppable inching closer toward
as mortality gets near
youthful robustness fades
replaced by senescence mere
really ambling along tragicomic stream,
one evinces gargoyles mockingly leer
loosing sleep and kept raggedly awake
in conjunction dreams fraught
with frightful haunting monsters jeer
ring sound reverberating hair
splitting decibel jamming primary cranial gear
aye tell mice elf nothing to fear...
yet maximizing this plight with poem 'ere
Yukon also temporarily part
blond, brown, gold, et cetera locks mud dear.
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 11:48 PM UTC
Shape shifting reptialians. Cubism. Maximizing my vision. The lack of support contributed in obserd ways. Meditating feeling my blood flow as I feel all the nerves in my brain. So intricately designed I must adjust my focus and spine. I'm always at the mercy of your imagination. Imagine the touch,see, and smell her statements. She is the moon's rays. Surrounding my ocean's base. It effects me on a continuous basis. Someone who is so naturally creative different methods turned into different forms from entirely different perceptions she has an X amount of weapons.
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 3:48 PM UTC
Alone in your world of solitude, you do not wait for anyone to care
your mind and thoughts are satisfying, and with you do they share
wisdom and knowledge they are your light, what was once far is now brought near
seeking answers for all of your questions, to them guided by your inner ear
Meditating and illuminating, this world is but a testing ground for your soul
you've been reincarnated, given another chance, this world is really your parole
keep in mind with your time here, many above are watching what you do
your life ceasing and again being brought, to a place which no one has a clue
While judging your life, to the hairsbreadth of truth, your actions they will surely measure
for sins committed will you be punished, but for your good awaits you unforeseen pleasure
what is it all for, you question, the wisdom of this world is it really part of life's goal
you don't know, but heaven wishes it so, maximizing the rewards to be earned by your soul
While reading my words and contemplating their meaning, maybe asking how do I know
what audacity I must have to write all this, thinking I just made up words for this to flow
then know, if you follow the truth your soul will not lie, truth is only whispered to the discerning ear
failing to achieve reward for your soul while still here, something really deserving of your fear
After all has been said, do not regret, it pays to reevaluate your direction and take note
if you think that after this life you'll be pushing up daisies, why bother trying to stay afloat
with plan and purpose have we all been put here, expectations for us to try and achieve
desire for us to pass this test, to overcome our challenges and just start to believe
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 6:35 AM UTC
early this year
gentle as calm ocean waters
gently lapping along a weir
thumb and fore finger
of right hand would peal back,
(via diagonally flippant motion
asper calendar
representing progression of time)
gets flipped over to veer
in one direction (linear)
revealing the next month at lightspeed
vis a vis tempus fugit galloping tear
thy head immediately lost hirsute thickness,
i starkly share
male or female pattern baldness
extant along
Harris genealogical trunk line rare
yet divulging distress
about limp decreasing strands
sends shivers along spine,
gloomy feeling linkedin
with old fashioned meaning of queer
and perchance tis foolhardy
as reeding this Samson night issue must ap pear
tis unstoppable inching closer toward
as mortality gets near
youthful robustness fades
replaced by senescence mere
really ambling along tragicomic stream,
one evinces gargoyles mockingly leer
loosing sleep and kept raggedly awake
in conjunction dreams fraught
with frightful haunting monsters jeer
ring sound reverberating hair
splitting decibel jamming cranial gear
aye tell mice elf nothing to fear...
yet maximizing this plight with poem 'ere
Yukon also temporarily part
blond, brown, gold, et cetera locks mud dear.
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 11:36 PM UTC
bubbling up, up,
over, an avalanche over mountains!
maximizing the minimal-
with everything. With everything gushes out of my mouth over the backseat of the car and my head slaps the mirror and eyes roll over like a dog woofing for a bone: savage things, ******* on the concrete and stepping on cracks.
"Stop looking down little one," mama said, "my back won’t break"-
break/short break/rapid break. You plunge forward at the sign and my eyes drop downs to the side, and Coke falls over the knee.
Droopy eyelids snap open rubber bands:
the world flies around and I’m swatting at it
grabbing at the air like a firefly.
You grip the wheel as you gripped my tongue as I crawl my head between knees: little mountains, remember? Swing over, left foot, right foot, left foot, halt, swing over to the side of the road as hard as the cushions cracked.
Memory is not the same going down as coming up:
the slide of a tongue who’s playing catch up.
The answer was always to bleed but not like this, not with you
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 2:31 PM UTC
My voice box is without equality. Especially when it’s never designed to structure peace without logic filling in the rumbled gaps. Gaps full of peace and central thoughts mucking up too many interpretations on how to develop the central pieces trying to determine what is, and how it’s done? Voice box being tethered cords situated toward the brain’s primary accuracy, and performance majors. Cords being interpreted by thoughts on a wild whim full of constant nagging! Nagging never determining what thoughts go with who. Trying to write this down is miraculously dissolving. Why is it miraculously dissolving? Because everything isn’t what it seems when cords producing sound, commits before you write even a smidge down on a platform of plot. A platform of plot thoughtless without thoughts. The mouth piece isn’t performing, until those thoughts become presentable to the cords enabling sound. Maximizing the form of words on the platform of plot. Giving credence with peace that invokes time and pressure to a well-suited promise. A promise that infuses the logic of desires prompting fissures of premature sound getting caught up in the words not making sense in its realization. Realizations cut short from thoughts never enabling a sound proof system to its setup. Writing on the platform of plot becomes too justifiable. Yet premature sound interpreting the earlier pattern of your own thoughts taking effect for the very first time. Allowing words to become somewhat presentable in its own claim. Diverse a newly formed respect for your own components charging up the messages received by the cords charging up sound. Voicing opinions and options on the platform of plot. The options also allow one to peek at the hints for the writing on the platform of plot. The opinions however, allow one to judge if it’s what they’ve always wanted to include. If not… Try adding something different for a change. A style of writing which maximizes mouth piece. Will become a trade-off of nonsense giving you piece. Nonsense being the smallest level, which brings all the pressure down to the lowest peak. Settling until one focus is prompted by another focus and so on. Charging up, until every piece of information is well suited for either filtering out. Or correcting itself through thoughts filtering it out. Finalizing the standards onto the platform of plot. Revolutionizing a newer perception for thought versus focus. What happened before the lowest peak circulated the settlement period before activation? Easy. Sifting through all what could have been? And how it could have been done? Now think for a strict moment, before giving me your newly respectable answer?
Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 11:05 PM UTC
In God I trust or is it in me God laid trust?
Well God I need help, on the double
Trouble stirs every journey into my mind’s jungle,
trying not to crumble.
My mind tells me to produce things to prove I’m elite
and until I can stop trying to critique
every single feat, being the elite
is a characteristic I continue to seek.
Perfection technique.
And perfect means without flaw
and I have too many falls, too many flaws
to answer perfection’s calls.
Which is why I sought escape,
emotions were lining up in check mate.
So we start the game once more,
imploring myself to sit with the emptiness,
until it makes me hard to the core.
Maximizing intellect, while trying to refrain
from outside influences influencing my brain.
Inner awareness, I consider it my 6th sense,
plus there is evidence to represent,
that my spirit was heaven sent.
Hell bent on finding purpose
on the surface: calm and collect
deep below my character defects start to reflect,
on things I’ve been trying to forget.
Second guess that I’m not like the rest.
Addiction holds a price over my head
crosshairs blood red
probably should have ended up dead,
But the greatest minds never show defeat
Retreat? Never I’m stronger than most
my addiction became a ghost,
hostile when provoked,
who haunts me wants to see me choke,
so I’ve been coached
on how to handle then dismantle
any adversary I cross in battle
describing my ample abilities
to beat enemies envious and after me
I’d rather die before addiction catches me to watch me bleed
that means carrying a steady lead
Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 3:04 PM UTC
if you ask an olympic athlete how they have become so successful, their response may start with "i’ve been practicing”.
every movement of practice and every ounce of effort had been put into fully maximizing their ability to perform. but isn’t even funnier to think that you haven’t “practiced” anything more than you have been able to practice life?
since you were born, that was it. you were given the moment to start. to perfect. and somehow, were just so bad at it. even though humans are creatures of habit, there is no routine way to practice how you live or what you decide to do.
you are constantly trapped in the spotlight, having to decide every action you will take next, not able to practice. maybe lives just have to be that. its either for you, or against you. no matter how hard you practice you just can’t seem to get it right.
and sometimes, you have quit.
Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 3:38 PM UTC
EG is my friend of all values. She can’t respond in the sense of regular views. She responds with her heart, with feeling. Only changing in many different ways that bite our senses down a bit. Revealing more we never thought possible. We eat, scream, fight, dribble ourselves over every exercise we do. Maximizing the intensity of logic. She is fearing the logic. Not because she’s scared. She resents it. Not her thing. Biting down on senses is what reveals the delaying perception from fully maturing. Making our true self’s thoughtless. Yet emotional. Constant struggle for finding the brim full of pressure. Pressure that exist without being tamed. Thoughtless and emotional. Trying to find and tame brimming pressure. It’s not our faults. It’s life. Just live it. Another thing happens without whereabouts knowing. Maximizing another view. A promise of broader horizons. Through thick and thin. Full of trembling ice! One showing she has and always will be, my friend.
Oct 3, 2019
Oct 3, 2019 at 8:26 PM UTC