The Power of Belief

We can and will do

All we believe we can achieve

We can and we will

All we need is will is to believe

Too many people think they can't

Too may people simply won't

They think because of who they are

Or where they are from they can't

I'm here to tell you you can

And so can they 

You simply have to look beyond

The accepted norms and scales

Great things can and will happen

We simply have to open our eyes

To the power of what are minds can achieve

Through the possibility and power of our belief

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It's All Relative

Everything you do do

Everything you think

From the moment you wake up

To the moment you go to sleep

From the clothes you wear

To the bed you sleep in

From the domicile you live in

To the town, city, state or country you live

It can all be put in perspective

Calculated, weighed and measured

Lifted and looked at from all angles

From the inside out, from the outside in

It's all a part of the one constant thing

From the beginning of time

To the very end of time

The only non-relative thing is change

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Driven

Is seeing past all of the obstacles and

Only seeing the many goals

Is waking up an hour earlier to

Run 3-5 miles a day

Is working two jobs and still having

Time to go to the gym and write

Is brushing stress off your shoulder

Like this morning's dust

Is hearing all the naysayers and negativity

And thinking of how you will help them financially later

Is dedicating years of one's life to the

Accomplishment of a single task

Is remembering who, what and why we

Work so hard for and pushing onward

Is finding a way to make it all work when

It seems oh so impossible to so many

Is living within a world where

So many have given up

Is succeeding where others have failed

And got gloating, but helping others

Is giving ones time to help others win

When one doesn't have free time for oneself

Is finishing over 14 poems in a month

With a myriad of tasks and challenges to worry about

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Looking Through Eyes Long Forgotten

When finding a decision hard or

Debating whether to make the move

Or whether to date that new girl

Go to the gym or take up scuba lessons

Look through eyes long forgotten by time

Think to yourself what would 8-year old me

Think of where I'm at and what I've done

Would he or she be happy with how things are

Would they be happy with my job I have?

Would they be happy with where I'm living

Would they be happy with what I do with my free time?

Would they like my friends I have?

What advice might they give?

Where would they think we went wrong or right?

Would they want to hang out with us?

Or head back to their original time?

Life is too short to be boring

Take a minute to smell the roses

Go on that hike, take those scuba lessons

Ride the fastest, highest roller coaster

Take those sky diving lessons

Climb those mountains of doubt and win

Take that trip to Australia or Japan

LIfe is too short to be boring

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Where Creativity Lives

It is an elusive place

Often overlooked by many

It's off the beaten path, in fact

There is no path really

You won't need any map

You won't need any compass

All you need is a clear mind

And a cleverly clear intent

You will need a warm jacket though

And a good pair of hiking boots

For it will not be an easy journey

To find the illustrious Creativity creature

One other important thing to pack with you

In your ruck sack is a bag full of ideas

For the Creativity creature feeds on them

Like a bear feeding on picnic baskets

You can and will find this elusive beast

There are friends who will help

There are books that will guide you

You simply must be patient

For this curiously Creative creature

Doesn't live in any jungle

Will not be found in the depths of any ocean

It is happiest….inside the mind of a dreamer!

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A Salty Day At Sea-Part 2

Atop the crows nest I peered

Across the vast waters deep in the Caribbean

As far as the eye could see was the ocean and poring rain

Thankfully the full moon lit our path

Even from this great height you could hear it

Captain Jones was playing the organ

As he always did on nights like this

It was a salty sea dwellers tune

You could here the crew singing along

A tale of days and travels long past

Tiny little Kenji could be heard loudest

With his high pitched squeal of a voice

A little harder to hear was Bartolo

With a voice deeper then the sea

I couldn't help but sing along myself

And reminisce of adventures and women past

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Push

Look past the naysayers

Look past the Debbie downers

Move forward towards your goal

Move onwards and upwards

You know what needs to happen

You can do what needs to be done

You've done it before and

You can do it again

You are capable of far greater things

Then you've ever dreamed

You are the master of your destiny

You can and you will achieve your goals

Doubt nothing and no one

Doubt is the destroyer of dreams

And it won't touch yours

You are the dedicated dreamer

Whose visions will fill cities

Whose ideas will reshape civilizations

Whose life will change billions

Whose existence will never be forgotten

You need to see through different eyes

You need to see what others don't

You need to see through the eyes of a child

Through eyes uncorrupted by time

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Truest Grit

Through all odds I will survive

All obstacles I will overcome

All riddles I will solve

I can and will make it through

I will use life's obstacles as building blocks

To build a better life for tomorrow

One hour, one day, one month, one year

One room, one apartment, one house, one city

At a time, to move past the mires of muck

We all can achieve great things 

Against overwhelming obstacles

We simply have to reach deep inside

And see the light in us that others don't

For believing in our abilities to overcome

Life's curve balls and brick walls

Is the first step towards building a better you

Which will build a better world of tomorrow

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Game Changer

I am the moment in time and space

When your life is shattered all over the place

I am what you really truly need

I am the result of your every waking deed

I am the truth behind every answer

I am the solution to every puzzle

Life before me will be viewed far differently

Then life after me ever will

I am the new job that paves the way for the future

I am the unexpected pregnancy that got you to grow up

I am the DUI that caused you to stop drinking

I am the volunteering that opened a closed mind

I am the one decision that shaped the rest of your life

I am that friend who will always be there and ask for nothing in return

I am the cries of pain heard around the world

I am an education in life that no school can ever teach

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Riddle to End All Riddles-#10

I am the enigma rapped in a riddle

I am the puzzle and the pieces

I am the test and the answers

I am the maze and the solution

I am simple or difficult depending

On the hour, day month, year or lifetime

I am all the colors of the rainbow

Or the absence of all color

I can be lengthy or brief

I can be short or tall

I can be made of letters and numbers

One or the other or neither

I can be spoken in a whisper

Or yelled louder then loud

I can be written, typed or live as a symbol

Or live in a digital dungeon

I can live on concrete walls

Or the walls of your mind

I am deeper then deep

Or shallower then shallow

I am the rebus buried in a labyrinth

I am the teaser wearing a coat of perplexity

I am the math problem and the solution

I am the distraction and the dilemma

I am the tough nut to crack

I am the tough proposition

I am the intricate entanglement

I am the mind-boggling mystery

You will know me when you see me

I am the why, who, how, what, when and which

I exist to confuse, twist and tease

Can you guess my name please?

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Run

Run like you've never run before

Run like you never will again

Run for all the little people in your life

Run for all the important ones as well

Run like you're being chased

Run faster then you ever have

Run like the wind

Run, run and run some more

Run the stress and mess away

Run to forget the past

Run to plan the future

Run to stay ahead of the game

Run until you can't run anymore

Run until the music stops

Run until the fat lady sings

Run, run and run some more

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Becoming One

With a clear mind and soul you can 

Leave stress and your daily woes behind

Leave the bad in it's rightful place

And only retain the good

This is the place where great things live

This is where and how the world as we know it

Will begin it's real, beautiful change

For the better tomorrow and even better future

This is the place where great ideas live

This is where ideas, inventions, innovations and books are

And will be freed of their realm of nonexistence when

We open our minds and hearts to the possibility

We owe this most important of endeavors to our children

To their children and the children after them

This is how great things occurred through generations past

And this is how great things will continue into the future

This is our gift from God, all we have to do is find it

By believing in our ability to think and be better

We can and will achieve unimaginably great things

This is but a small list, but all great things start small:

Space travel at the speed of light

The solution for world hunger and poverty

Significantly longer and better lives for all

One world language and monetary system

This state of being is achieved by many means

Some call it meditation, others prayer

However you get there and whatever you call it

It is vastly important to do for the human race to succeed!!

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A Salty Day At Sea-Part 1

It was colder then most days

It was a little darker then most too

The wind was flying in our faces

A myriad of mixed scents it was

From last night's chicken soup

To the scent of the barrels of rum on deck

There was quite the cacophony of noises

To add to the already salty mix 

There was the kaw, kaw of the captain's parrot

The creaking of the deck as the sea tossed the ship

The loud flapping of the main sail, followed by the

Softer, lighter sound of the four smaller sails

After chugging my pint of rum 

I climbed the main sail on my way to the crow's nest

For it was my day to watch for enemy ship's in the distance

Thankfully the cook gave me a napkin full of bread earlier that day

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Not All Those Who Wander Are Lost

At first glance it did not make sense

Why would anyone with a plan wonder?

What was their plan, how did it work?

It just seemed so contrary and counterproductive

How could anyone accomplish anything

With no real path, plan, diagram, map or agenda?

It is so hard for us to wrap our mind around this

In our world of PDAs, PCs, Androids, Apples and Asuses

After taking a second look the complexity of it

Starts to gradually unravel it's multi-layered avenues

LIke a ripe onion, revealing it's many layers

We begin to make sense of such a seemingly, silly state

They wander for that opens them to all life's possibilities

They wander because it allows them to see things

That we in our fast paced, jet-setting lives would

Most likely miss, pass by or neglect

We should take a lot away from them

In life it is important to stay moving and productive yes

But it is more important to stop and look around

To truly enjoy this world that we are fortunate to have

One second, one minute, one hour, one day

One week, one month of every year

We should take time to 

Wander on through by...

Walking a little slower

Talking a little softer

Looking a little more carefully

Listening a little harder

And we may just learn to

Appreciate how fortunate we are

To have what we have and

To live the lives we live

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The Deep Went Deeper

Look past the miles of mediocrity

Look past the years of yearning

It is all about to change for the better

The blatant boredom dies today

Mulling through life feeding on the handouts

Of geniuses long past has got to stop

Stuffing our faces with overly priced, overly portioned

Fast food of death and toxically, tantalizing tobacco sticks

For God's sake it really has to STOP!

We are killing the possibilities of a perfect, planet

By only worrying about how heavy we can

Make our pockets and how full we can make our banks

There are ways to do it better, ways to do it right

Wake out of your apathetic coma of misguided contentment

Make time for our future and your children's

The time for change is right now, not tomorrow or next week

We need to move forward in this existence of ours

Fast food does not have to be unhealthy

Fuel or power does not have to pollute

Technology does not have to destroy the planet

We as a society need to catch up with our technology

We are no different then 8-year old Johnny finding the .45 caliber Beretta

In  his dad's carelessly unlocked gun cabinet

As a society we should use our knowledge to improve the planet and ourselves

We need to build better space shuttles, not better eyeliner

We need to create hydroponic high-rise corn fields

We need to create healthier economies and products that don't thrive

On the misguided decisions of our world's addictions

We are killing ourselves and we are killing the planet

We are not black, white, purple, green, brown or yellow

We are not Christian, Jewish, Muslim or Buddhist

We are all humans and we all share this planet

We need to work together in our common cause!!

We need to build a better tomorrow

By living better and smarter in a different way

We truly, truly need to start today!!

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The Day Change Changed

We awoke that day like any other

The sun bright in our faces

All seemed quite normal

To our unknowing adult minds

Little did we know that it all would be different after that day

We scuttled into our cozy, comfortable kitchen chairs

And poured our big heaping bowls of Captain Crunch

And drank from our heavily filled glasses of OJ

We were about to leave for work when a newsflash

Hit the TV like a well aimed AT4 rocket

We stopped dead in our tracks realizing that work

Would simply not be our concern for that day

The news report began by saying that old knowledge

Had been found, solved and had been in use for years

At first glance this seemed like nothing significant

As it turned out scientists had been meeting secretly from all over the world

On an island off the coast of Florida in the Keys

Running tests on a new type of science that would change the world forever

This new science was Noetics, which seemed like science fiction at first

Then the scientist explained in greater detail and the vail of ignorance lifted

They began to explain how people only used 20% of their brains

And then explained why this was and how they planned to unlock it

The scientists then went into how they had done it with very rigorous tests

Experiments and research in which humans volunteered for

As it turned out there were 20 of them that volunteered and they had 

Far exceeded what the scientists had expected and escaped

Alarmed the reporter asked the scientist what they were capable of?

The scientist said they could literally change matter as we know it

The reporter shook his head and could not believe his ears

He then said, “So how much change are we talking here?”

The scientist said they can create things with their minds

Move things with their minds, teleport and morph their appearance

With their minds focused together they could infact 

Create a life or move an island or bring technology and

Things into existence that never existed…

The reporter was shellshocked and did not know what to say

The scientist believed that more then likely they would 

Take the boat they stole and with their combined powers create

An island and slowly work out a plan of world domination

Which would probably involve recruiting and training more in their art

Whether their goals would be for good or bad would be

As of yet to be determined by anyone

Prior to any of the testing beginning twenty years ago they all underwent

Thorough psychological examinations which turned out normal

It was the belief of the scientist that they would only use violence

 As an absolute last resort

The image of the scientist then shimmered in an odd way

And he smiled broadly

With a slight bright light the professor changed into Sill Pavan

One of the 20 who had escaped

She said, “Fear not we have no intention of harming anyone, let today go down in history as the day change changed.’ From here on out we are literally only limited by our imaginations. Those who want to be on the edge of change are welcome to our island, which will now be known as Kronos-I. The earlier you come, the higher you will fall in rank and file in our chain-of-command. Be ready for change is now and the inventions of yesteryear will pale in comparison to this age of aquarius.” With that her image faded and she was gone….

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So Suffer the Suffering

Their cries goes unheard in lands forgotten by time

Feet covered in dirt, pebbles, grime and germs

They've never known shoes or the warmth of running water

Never knowing the feel of carpet or wood only poverty

Cheeks stained with the tears of years long past

Eyes showing the bleakness of a questionable future

The fear of what tomorrow will bring showing on every

Unmistakably, beaten and broken will

Motherly love never known 

She passed shortly after giving birth

Sister raises sister

Brother raises brother

Bodies sunken and sad

Walls collapsed and crumbled

No real mom or dad

Life is hard but they survive

How bad was your commute?

How long did you have to wait at Dunkin Donuts?

How hungry were you that day?

How expensive was gas?

How short was your weekend?

How bad was your waitress?

How bad was your haircut?

How bad of a driver were they?

Suffering seems more simple

When put in perspective

We are some of the fortunate few

And should not forget that

And pray for the forgotten

The downtrodden

The frail and forlorn

Those who should complain but never will!!

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The Well of Wanting & Waiting Burst

Drip drop, drip drop

The well of wanting filled

But had oh so far to go

To fully be fulfilled

Drip drop, drip drop

The well of wanting filled

Watching, waiting and wishing

To fully be fulfilled

Drip drop, drip drop

The well of wanting filled

As poetic ideas dripped

Waiting to be fulfilled

Drip drop, drip drop

The well of wanting filled

As poetic ideas dropped

Waiting to be fulfilled

Drip drop, drip drop

The well of wanting filled

As poetic ideas dripped and dropped

The well of waiting was finally filled 

Drip drop, drip drop

The well of wanting still filled

As poetic ideas dropped and dripped

The well of waiting overfilled

Drips dropped, drips dropped

The well of wanting faltered

As poetic ideas dropped like ballistic bombs

The wanting & waiting well burst

Out flowed idealistically, imaginative intentions

Positively, pervasive proponents for

Socially, sophisticated symphonies

Ready to radically renovate revolutionary realizations

Life is now ready to lividly, linguistically, liberate

To totally, tremendously, terrifically tantalize

It is time for letters, to literally liberate latitudes

To form functionally, fantastic formulations

To foster, phenomenally, functional, futures

To build, bodacious bridges of blatant beauty

To open, outrageous opportunities

For all, ages, groups and races

To open the dedicatedly, distinctive doors of tomorrow

To point out that we are truly all in this together

Whether we are white, brown, purple, yellow or black

For the children of tomorrow, we need to live in peace today….

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My Soul Shattered

Like so many shattered pieces of so many forgotten yesterdays

It burst into a million pixelated, plexiglass pixels

Splintered, splattered and splayed

Disasteroulsy, disparingly disintegrated

On display before so many forgotten, forlorn Fridays

Sliced, slashed and staggered

Beaten, battered and burned

Week, worn and wicked

Truer and bluer then the purest royal blue Crayola

Pertinently, potent and perfectly 

Radiantly, ravishingly ready for growth

Flavorfully, free of so many forgotten yesterdays

Communicatively, collaboratively cognitive

Awakened, alert and elaborative

Melted, mixed, melded and coalesced

Wholeheartedly, whole mindedly, complete

Ready to build a path to a better tomorrow

Forge a path to so many fantastic futures

Help hell's hopelessly helpless

Ready to bring balance to the unbalanced

Ready to obliterate the brick walls of bullsh*t

Ready to build bridges to tomorrow's open opportunities

Free to forge new areas of societal growth

Cleansed, clear and consciously activated 

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The Beauty of Patients

The beauty of patients is

Really only known to those who wait

Or those of us who are quite simply

In all sense of the matter patient

The hilarity of this is lost on most

But found by some

Good things truly come to those 

Who in their good time wait

In all honesty you ask yourself

Why is patients important?

Just don't rush into things you know

Just plan, plug on and pray

And in God's plan

And in God's time

Things will go your way

If your will is good and just

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