Road-Tripping

I packed up my life in the back of my car

Thankfully the trip was really not that far

I was ready to go, with my life in the car

For I was guided true by the North star

With my various bags of fruits, goodies and snacks

From peanuts, to popcorn and a sack full of Apple Jacks

I was ready to roll, my car full to the brim

I pulled away as I ate my Slim Jim

With my GPS very well triangulated

And my pupils very caffeine dialated

I was ready to follow the winding road 

With my reliable car to help with the load

This journey was one of many made

With memories that will never fade

I truly love the wide open road

Where new adventures will always unfold

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Everyday

We begin with a fresh start

A new outlook on life

Yesterday's fears and tears

Are yesterday's problem

Let yesterday worry about yesterday

Today is for answers and solutions

Brave new thoughts and ideas

For this brave new world we live in

Life is lived in the here and now

For now is when it happens

Now is when you can change your life

Now is when you end your strife

Now is a present of the past and

Tomorrow is a gift of now

Now is a time to be proactive not reactive

Now is a time to open your mind to the possibilities

We can achieve great things and live even greater lives 

We simply have to work together and set aside our differences

To build a brighter future then our past this we must do

To build a better world of tomorrow we owe it to ourselves

To overcome the obstacles we face now we need to learn from

Our forefathers and their past mistakes

To overcome the issues we face now we need to think on

A different level then we did when we created the issues in the first place

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Lost Tales-Part 2

When the two awe struck explorers crossed the threshold

They gazed upon a hidden valley that stretched for miles

All of the walls were covered in diamonds, crystals, gold and silver

As far as the eye could see and beyond

There were the familiar palm trees that they had seen before

But they were significantly taller then any they had ever seen, with unique fruits

Looking up to the sky, they realized it was a fury of motion 

From uniques birds, to disc like flying machines, to flying lizards

Off in the distance there was a series of temples similar to the pyramids,

But these all had crystals on the top and were receiving electricity from

The obelisks which surrounded them, allowing them to power devices

Neither of the underwater archaeologists had ever seen before

They realized in such a place they would stand out like a sour thumb

With that in mind they hid in a small cave they saw southwest of the entrance

Thinking they were safe, they both sighed a breath of relief

Grabbing for their radios, they attempted to communicate with no response

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It All Comes Out in The Laundry

The cumulative, cavalcade of craziness 

All the ink stains, dirt and grime

While we're out there earning our dime

Thankfully it all comes out in the laundry

The tremendous, tumultuous tornado

Of things we accomplish in every given day

And things we accomplish every given week

Thankfully it all comes out in the laundry

It is finite, finish to a phenomenal week

With a fresh shirt, boxers and socks

Followed by a pair of our tannest Docks

Thankfully it all comes out in the laundry

Quite the way to prepare for what awaits

Our a night on the town with your mates

All pressed, prim and proper because

Thankfully it all comes out in the laundry

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Riding on the Waves of Change

Like a tsunami I roll over any and all obstacles

Nothing can stand in my way

I can, I will and I have succeeded

There are no walls for me only open doors

You can and you will achieve great things

You are the architect of your own destiny

I write therefore I am a writer

I paint therefore I am a painter

You hold the world in the palm of your hand

You just need to open your mind

All things are possible you simply have to believe

That they can happen and they will happen

Your mind simply has to be open to the myriad

Of possibilities hidden around every corner

Underneath every rock, nook and cranny

Inner and outer peace are an achievable reality

Disappear into your dreams and make them real

Think about success morning, noon and night

Eat, sleep and drink your goals 24/7

With belief in self and God all obstacles disappear

Lastly, positive influences in everything you do are vastly important

If they are hard to find, you simply have to make your own

If your physical relations don't fill the void, read, read and read some more

You can build your tower of success, you just need to lay the first brick

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