The Phoenix-2

A blistering explosion shook the earth to it's very core

A cloud of ash, soot and dust blocked out the very sun

Out of the rubble, destruction and debris light emerged

With the brightness and hopes of a better tomorrow

It was a small burning blue flame at first which later grew

At first in brightness and later in significance and influence

It rose above the rubble and utter destruction all around

Onlookers could not truly make out what they were witnessing

As time passed a magnificently burning head of a bird emerged

It's eyes glowed with the knowledge of life and death

Everywhere it looked new things and ideas came into being

Things once thought impossible five minutes prior came into existance

Trees and plants never seen before began to grow

Creatures never dreamed of before began to swim, fly and crawl

Space and time travel became everyday realities

Food could now taste good and be healthy simultaneously

It's wings expanded and an inner warmth spread through us all

Enemies became friends, battles and wars waged, simply ended

Life as we knew it completely changed for the better

Memories of yesterday and how it was simply faded to dust

History had been written within moments of this awe inspiring moment

Future generations continued to wonder where it had come from

Was it a gift from God, Buddah, Allah or Muhammad?

Or was it simply the infinitely, imaginative power of One simple idea?

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Phoenix-1

Arising from the ashes and dust

Of so many forgotten yesterdays

Out of the charred and smoking rubble

Of so many broken promises and dreams

Erupting bigger then the Pompeii eruption

Brighter then the blast at Hiroshima

Stronger in reach then Katrina or Andrew

More ravaging then the tsunami at Krakatoa

Burning brighter then the sun

Wings extending around the world

Eyes cognizant of the past, present and future

One claw gripping the mortal coil, the other victory

Now things were different than ever before

Self doubt and loathing were obliterated

Along with any and all opposition and negativity

Wholeness and balance now reigned supreme

With all things forged together within himself

His inner flame changed from red to blue

Complete and utter balance could never truly be achieved

As a single blisteringly, burning blue phoenix

To defeat all doubters  and mediocrity

To completely destroy all disbelief

To conclude and finalize his inner and outer growth he had to

Merge with a female blue phoenix and together burn purest white

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Tales of Times After-Part 1

We walked through the rubble of the once great city

In days long past, it's skyscrapers reached to the sky like giant fingers

Demonstrating man had never really forgotten

The story of the Tower Of Babel

It has been known my many names in many stories

Told by authors, artists and illustrators of our past

Some would call it Gotham, Metropolis or New York City

Whatever the name it's significance will never be forgotten

Before, evolution has always been thought to be something that moved us forward

For the most part this has been the case, with commonly unexpected results

When man became capable through genetic manipulation and engineering

To alter his own evolution and maturity this path became less straightforward

Through years of scientific testing and voluntary experiments

Genetic engineering made staggering breakthroughs long thought impossible

The changes all happened slowly at first and then the growth of abilities

In tested individuals far exceeded the imaginations of those tested or testing

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Greatness Is…

Greatness is sacrificing your dreams

To raise and educate four boys

Greatness is seeing a world-class theme park 

In acres and acres of Florida swamp

Greatness is leaving everyone and everything

To help needed causes home or abroad

Greatness is working towards equal rights

For every man, women and child

Greatness is seeing the potential in a student

When other teachers and faculty see none

Greatness is empowering adults to better themselves

Through the experiences and lives of great people

Greatness is dedicating your life to the very poor

With no thought of payment or your own well-being

Greatness is fighting for your rights that others hold dear

Every time you lace up your combat boots and fight for freedom

Greatness is found in my parents

Greatness is found in Walt Disney

Greatness is found in my younger brother

Greatness is found in Martin Luther King

Greatness is found in my mom

Greatness is found in Dale Carnegie

Greatness is found in Mother Theresa

Greatness is found in every soldier overseas

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Just Plain Old Me-(Mirror of Potential Poem, January)

I am what you are

I am what you've chosen to be

I am the full you

With all your excuses

I am the you who occasionally went to the gym

Most of the time you said you would go

I am the you who runs every now and then

Most of the time you say you will run

I am who you are

I am what you've chosen to be

I am the full you

With all your excuses

I am the you who studied almost everyday

And sometimes later in the night

I am the you who kept most promises

Who paid a few bills on time

I am who you are

I am what you've chosen to be

I am the full you

With all your excuses

I am the you who got a descent job

I am the you who is usually not a slob

I am the you is mostly on time

Who usually can rhyme

I am who you are 

I am what you've chosen to be

I am the full you

With all your excuses

I am usually beyond the shadow of a doubt

I don't have too many regrets

I hold almost nothing back

I am the truish, bluish you

I can be you 

And you can be me

I hope we meet someday

I hope we meet someday real soon

Because you deserve to be me

And I deserve to be you

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Lost Tales-Part 1

We walked through the dark, dusty cavern

Towards the light of a long forgotten tunnel

As the light grew closer and closer

We began to smell very familiar scents and odors

And yet, distinctly different smells at the same time

The temperature of the cave got much warmer the further I walked

With Brenda, my buxom, blond, dirt covered assistant following me

Closer and closer towards what seemed to be a never ending cave

Finally after what seemed like hours of anticipation

The two overly anxious underwater archaeologists crossed the threshold

In their dusty tank tops, shorts, miners helmets and scuba gear bags in tow

What lied before them, was far beyond either of their imaginations

Looking back their journey had took them from a hot tip from a Tibetan Sherpa

To this secluded lake, not found on any brochure, map or globe

They lugged the tiny boat for miles, upon miles, upon miles to their destination

Once there, they rowed the boat to the island in the center of the lake and dove in

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Let It Flow

Allow these words to embrace you ever so warmly

Like so many holiday hugs from youthful days past

Allow my words to embolden the fragile spirit

Like a blacksmith sharpening a sword for battle

Allow these words to wash away the day's stress

Like the Nile washes over a myriad of river rocks

Allow my words to give you that extra push before a long day

Like a dark roasted cup of Columbian coffee or tea

You can and you will achieve greatness beyond belief

It starts with the first word, step, brush stroke or musical note

You are a gift from God, sent to help make the world better

It all begins with an thought, idea, inspiration or epiphany

You can do significantly more then you know

It stars with you believing in yourself and grows from there

You can feed this idea daily like a freshly planted flower

It all begins with belief and is watered with time and dedication

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Dreaming Is Not Just For Dreamers

Remember you don't have to

Be a dreamer to dream

It is vastly important that all 

Walks of life dream

For dreaming is the very kindling

That ignites the spark of life

In each and everyone of us

Large, small, fat, skinny, old or young

For without dreaming in your life

That inner spark goes out

And you wither and die inside

Wandering through each day

Without purpose or direction

Carrying out each day exactly

Like the way you did on the

Previous day and the day before that

So please, I implore you dream

While asleep, awake

Or in that in-between state

Dream any and every chance you get

For that one dream can bloom

Into a beautiful rose of an idea

Which can wash over the world

In a positively perfect tsunami

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Life is About the Journey, Not the Destination

LIfe is about the journey

And the people you meet

And adventures you have

Along the way

Life is about the smells

You smell and the tastes

You taste and the sounds

You hear in your elegant ear

LIfe is about the things you see

With your naked, untamed eye

The people you hug and kiss

And everything soft to the touch

Life is about the people you meet

From the good to the bad

From the short, the fat, beautiful or tall

They all make you quite complete

Life is about the places you go

From the commute you drive everyday

To the coffee shop you went to once

Places are a piece of your puzzle as well

Life is about the journey

If you are always traveling and learning

You are never really at your destination

And life Is most interesting when you are not

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A Salty Day At Sea-Part 3

After the merriment and singing subsided

My shift carried on, like a weary traveler in the night

The stars twinkled brightly, in a clearing sky 

As the salty sea air hit my face refreshingly

Time passed ever so slowly and

I reminisced back to the day I joined the ship

It was a beautiful June sunny day in Madrid and

The sun was hot and high in the sky

I was fourteen at the time and

Still wet behind the ears

Dreaming of adventure on the high seas

Of foreign women and sword fights

My dad thought it would give me grit

And put strength of character and will in my bones

My mom worried I would squander my money

Or wind up hungry in a foreign land

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Building Bridges With Donuts

At first glance it sounds silly

At second the beauty of it

Starts to reveal itself and yet

Not as much as it will

This is a poem for the new

Guy or gal at work

It doesn't have to be any certain

Type of job or profession

Any job, at any place or any time

Will simply do just fine

To be completely honest with you

You don't even have to use donuts

The donuts simply represent 

A genuine, unexpected act of kindness

That will show the older experienced crowd

That you get it, you understand it and

You're on board with them for the ride

You're like them, you pay bills, you struggle

You have hopes, dreams and wants

You want that house with the white picket fence

You want to beat the Jones

At their own game

Drive the better car, have the better house

Eat the better food and go to on cooler vacations

You may wear different pants or a different dress

Wear different shoes or have different hair

Drive a different car or live in a different place

Or have a different education

At the end of the day though

Everyone wants to go home and relax

Everyone wants to succeed and

Everyone wants to retire happily

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Why

It's the reason of the season

It is behind any and all things

It's what brings us here

It's what makes us there

It's our past, present and future

All wrapped into one

Neat little package for any and all

To enjoy every single day

It's the reason he or she is successful

It's the reason he was late

It's the reason she was on time

It's the reason behind it all

It's what brought us here

It's what will take us away

It's behind the beginning

It's behind the end

At the end of the day 

It's happily and simply, "Why

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A Call in The Night

It called softer then soft

In the cold and clammer of a dark day

For those not really listening 

Would've missed it

Dismissed as simply nothing

To worry at all about

Nothing more then a whisper

A blip or a bump in the night

When this does come

Be ready oh weary traveler

For it may only call once

A call in the dark

To truly succeed 

Whether others have failed

Life is too short to miss it

I forsake you, be ready

For it is the call of opportunity

For a better you

For a better me

For a better tomorrow for us all

Keep your ears to the ground

And your eyes pealed

For when it calls it will do so softly

Be steady and ready

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For the Good of All

Don't do it for yourself

Do it for those after you

Make the world a better place

Each day in your special way

Leave your signature on this planet

Not simply on a piece of paper

Do it big or do it small

Do in a way only you can

We are all in this together

From every walk of life

From every shape and size

From every religion

Every background

Every country

Every age, race and creed

We are all in this together

Working as one we can

And we will achieve

Truly great things for all

Large and small

Do it for the future

Do it for your kids

Do it for their kids

And the kids after them

They deserve this small thing

Or this truly amazing thing

At the very least, we can do this

For them, every one and all

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Tree of Life

Burning brightly in the dawn 

Of a new day for us all

You've grown strong and tall

After ages and ages of growth

You've cradled the life that we hold dear

On your overworked branches

Holding stronger then strong

Bearing the weight on your roots

Thank you for getting it all started

Thank you for lasting and lasting

For being the foundation of

All life on land and air

Thank you for bearing fruit

Thank you for providing shade

To the weak and weary

And the little animals that are furry

Thank you for the fun given

Thank you for the summers of long ago

When we climbed and climbed

Your countless branches, countless times

We look to you in the future

To hold strong for generations to come

We thank and appreciate you

For all you've done and all you will do

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