Time and Space

Time and space bind us

In our minds

In our own places

Within our own spaces

Time and space hold us

In all we find

In our own faces

Within our own paces

Time and space are

In what we see, hear and taste

In and out, near and far

Within our own haste

Time and space can be

In how we see, hear and taste

In who we can become

With out our own caste

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A Clarifying Clarity

Somehow certain things

Help us make sense

Of who we are

And what we are meant to be

Somehow certain people

Help us make sense

Of what we are

And who we are meant to be

Somehow certain events

Help us make sense

Of how we are

And when we need to be

Somehow certain places

Help us make sense

Of when we are

And how we need to be

Somehow certain times

We let this life experience

We let this utter gift

Pass us slowly by

Somehow certain times

We allow this life experience

We learn from this gift

And become better

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Thank You Soldier

Thank you soldier

For all that you do

Thank you soldier

For giving me the ability to do what I do

For leaving home

Giving up all that you've ever known

Your family and friends

My gratitude to you never ends

Thank you soldier

For preserving my rights

Thank you soldier

For all your sleepless nights

On night watch

For all the miles you march

For all the risks you take

Putting your life at stake

Thank you soldier

For trudging through the dust

Thank you soldier

For going places, where carrying your weapon is a must

For enduring what I can not

Being in a very difficult spot

For working a long day

In a job, for little pay

Thank you soldier

For all that you do

Thank you soldier

For giving me the ability to do what I do

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American Soldier

 I am a protector of all those

 Too weak to protect themselves

Whether they are from my country

Or another

I am a protector of freedom

From north to south

East to west

All over the globe

I am a protector of all people

With no discretion

Of race, creed, religion

Or belief

I am a protector of individual rights

Of the right to vote

Of the right to free speech

Of the right to live peacefully

I am a protector of all things good

Of the ideals that great men brought forth

And we still hold dear today

In all of our hearts

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I am…

I am the compilation of

A myriad of mysteries

A multitude of miseries

A marriage of multiples

I am the completion of

The echoes of eons

The earth's earnings

The eastern edges

I am the culmination of

Colossal catastrophes

Calose carousals

Climactic climates

I am the cavalcade of

Idealized ideas

Interwoven imaginings

Impulsively integrating

I am the conclusion of

Slack-jawed simpletons

Slobbering sages

Sloshy Slurpees

I am amalgamated, 

Astronomical, anatomical

Allegorical, astrophysical

Atypical, Alliteration

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When Closed Minds Open

Like pieces in so many puzzles

Sometimes when we look hard enough

The pieces to life's puzzles finally appear

When and where we least expect them

The missing corner pieces

That a new life can be built out of

The key pieces to the foundation of success

Finally, finally become apparent

They gradually show themselves

In the daily routine

In the daily dredge

Appearing as if out of a fog

But little do we know at first

They were always there

We simply have to look for the sign

We simply have to have an open mind

Look to days long past

For good things to change

Look to days long past

For good things to rearrange

To truly change your thinking

Look to great minds of yesteryear

Look to creative minds of yesterday

To truly change your thinking

Know their lives

Know their sorrows

Learn from their ups

Learn from their downs

Discover what made them different

Discover what made them unique

Let their effort not be lost

Let their effort not be forgotten

Gather the experiences of great men and women

Gather the experiences of great individuals

Remember what only one has done

Remember what one can do

Pluck from their trees of experience

Pluck from their trees of wisdom

Plant their seeds of knowledge

Plant their seeds of hope

Find their forgotten truths

Find these forgotten sleuths

Find the many puzzles of their lives

Find the many pieces of their lives

Sew the wisdom of their lives

Sew the experience of their lives

Sew the many ideals

Sew all that appeals

Bake pies of possibility

Build puzzles of true ingenuity

Weave quilts of quiet quality

Wait for inner tranquility


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The Flag

It is the symbol

Of all we believe in

Trust in

And hope for

The brilliant red stands for

All the blood, sweat and tears

Of our country's soldiers in battle

To preserve our freedom and way of life

The purest white

Standing for honor and courage

In the face of any adversity

Home or abroad

The richest shade of blue

Represents the blue collar worker

The backbone of our country

Carrying today's economy in his overworked hands

Last and certainly not the least

Is the glorious collective of 50 stars

Shining brighter then the sun

With life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness

Of all 50 states

Uniting us as a people

Making us truly

One nation under God!!

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Over All Obstacles

Over all obstacles

I shall overcome

No matter what

When, why, who or how

I shall push forward

My undying spirit

Shall go on forever

Pushing still forward

Over all obstacles

I shall overcome

No matter what

When, why, who or how

Things will get hard

Things will get rough

Push forward I shall

For my will is unbreakable

With it I shall walk

Over all obstacles

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Chapters

Like pages in the chapter
Of a book time passes
Very similar to a mystery novel
Scary thriller

We do not really know
What the next chapter
Or page may hold
In store for us

Thankfully for us
Our story does not have
A predestined storyline
Our story is always changing

We are in fact
The authors of our very lives
The question you have to ask yourself is
“Will your book be a best seller?”

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Everyday Is A New Beginning

Everyday is a

New beginning

A fresh start

A way to begin anew

Look at everyday

As a chance

To do something different

A chance to do something new

Live everyday to the fullest

Live everyday unlike the rest

Don’t hold anything back

Jump head first into the day

Look past the

Early morning

Look past the

Dull day

Make a difference

Be it great

Or be it small

Do it in your special way

Life is a gift

Given to us all

Large and small

Old and young

The difference

Between us is

How we live

Each and everyday

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Potential

I am what you could be

I am what you want to be

I am the full you

With no excuses

I am the you who went to the gym

Everyday you said you would go

I am the you who ran every morning

You said you would run

I am what you could be

I am what you want to be

I am the complete you

With no excuses

I am the you who studied every day

And soon after every night

I am the you who kept every promise

Who paid every bill on time

I am what you could be

I am what you want to be

I am the honest you

With no excuses

I am the you who got the dream job

I am the you who is never a slob

I am the you who is always on time

Who can always rhyme

I am what you could be

I am what you should be

I am the true you

WIth no excuses

I am beyond the shadow of a doubt

I have no regrets

I hold nothing back

I am the true, blue you

You can be me

And I can be you

I hope we meet someday

I hope we meet someday soon

Because I deserve to be you

And you deserve to be me

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Awaken the Sleeping Giant Within

Think back to a time seemingly forgotten

Where all things seemed quite well written

Where the sun's warmth brightened everyday

While the wind was always at bay

Think back to simpler times

With a lot simpler rhymes

When you were at the helm of prosperity

When all your goals seemed a possibility

What gave them that glamorous light?

Why were they devoid of any plight?

What was the one tried and true key?

That caused all that happiness to be

Upon much further thought

Where truths are deeply sought

The student of life slowly learns

That which his heart most deeply yearns

To gather the pieces of the many lives

Taking the truly good that each one gives

Like so many colors of acrylic paint applied

Like multi-colored pieces of tile compiled

Creating a masterpiece of profound glory

To complete, enrich and enliven this great story

Of the very fiber of our lives each day

Providing utter destruction of all dismay


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Let the Gears Turn

Let it start

Let it begin

Let fresh ideas flow like newly sprung rivers

Like explosions of change in the minds of millions

Why hold back

Why be blind

To endless possibilities

Brought about by an imagination

Full of probabilities

Beyond all conceivable sensibilities

Drive onward

Drive forward

Blow past the pack

Don't ever look back

Think for yourself

Live for yourself

Work not to make money

Work not to make life

Work at what you want

Work the way you want

Do not be a mindless drone

Do not simply do as your told

Do not simply be one in the mold

Do not become another number in the fold

Be unique

Be different

Be rebellious
Be yourself

Do not simply punch in

Do not simply punch out

Do not accept your mundane fate

Do not accept your simple hate

Life is more then an assembly line

Life is more then a waistline

Life is more then what is in

Life is more then what is out

Do what you want to do

Do be what you want to be

Do live how you want to live

Do be you and I'll be me

Be original

Be honest

Be yourself

Be simple

Be difficult

Be complete

Be at ease

Be comfortable

Do be you and I'll be me………


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The Storyteller

His mind clear of all thought

Basks in utter emptiness

Free from the burdens of this corporeal world

Free from the trappings that everyday life brings

He begins what is to be his greatest work

The quill touches the parchment and

The strokes of his hand begin to make forms

Which later become letters

Using words like a painter

Uses his paintbrushes

He chooses his words as if

He is…picking pigments of paint

           

When these letters become words

They bloom like roses on the

First glorious day of spring

Into powerfully pertinent parables

These words that form sentences

Explode onto the parchment paper

Like magically, marvelous, mythical fireworks of…

So many forgotten Independence Days

They illuminate his story better

Then any illustrator ever could           

Lands, people and palaces

All rise from his pages

Kings and queens all begin their routines

Knights and dragons begin to fight

Wizards and witches alike come together

To conjure their spells

Ferries, Pixies, elves

Fahns, dwarves, nymphs, earth

Wind, water and fire sprites,

Gnomes, tree people and centaurs

All spring to life with the stroke

Of his mighty, meritous quill

All rejoiced in jubilation

Ready to spread good will

Bad things appeared

As each new chapter neared

For as any writer knows

All stories have good and evil

So a lesson the reader must learn

Through the merit of a hero or heroine

That life has morals from which we do learn

From their unfortunate perils

And so evil spewed from his quill

Like the polluted perfume of a factory tower

They came large and small, black, brown and red

Dirty, dingy and covered in muck

Out came the orcs, ogres, devils and demons

Hags, harpies, minotaurs and giants

Gargoyles, trolls, serpents and mummies

Werewolves, water monsters and black dragons

And so the stage was set

For the story to begin

All that was left was

For the reader to dive in


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