Riddle Number#21-A Salty Solution

I am as clear as the richest of crystal goblets

Or darker then the darkest of stormy nights

You will find me as gentle and soft as a newborn baby

Or as violent and angry as Spartan warriors of old

My reach extends to all the corners of the earth

Supporting life yet discovered by modern man

There is more known about the dust on the moon

Then parts of my vast expansiveness

Songs are sung by man and and beast while

Traveling over me or within my great expanses

Tales are told of many a beautiful maid

Where men's imaginations mainly wade

I am home to some of the most beautiful shades of

Yellow, orange, green, pink, purple and blue

And colors yet to be given a name by science or artist

I may be salty and savage, but I am also savvy and slick

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Toughing It Out

When the going gets tough

The tough get going

A motto I need to think of

A lot more often

For at the end of the day

A lot of complaining doesn't get it done

A lot of handwork, perseverance and dedication

On the other had definitely do

The key is to focus on the goal

Or the light at the end of the tunnel

In fact it would better to create mini goals

Ones that will keep the ball rolling

With mini goals leading up to a big one 

There are multiple lights and

Quite often much shorter tunnels

And more reasons to celebrate

Make a game of it if you will

Perhaps have the same goals as someone else

And have a reward for both of you getting there

But make it slightly bigger for who gets there first

By seeing different types o goals

As well as different size ones

We can mix things up and keep it interesting

For ourselves  as well as family and friends

We have to remember life is

About the journey to get there

Not the destination for

The journey is the fun part

So no matter how tough it gets

Don't complain or argue

For no invention was created or war won

By a bunch of complainers or time wasters

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Riddle Number#20-A Little Help From the Sandman

It is something we want after every arduous deed

And it seems so few of us get what we really need

I will never ever come in a Starbuck's coffee cup

But with the right amount I will always wake you up

I come in many amounts and live by many names

I live in every language and am spoken by every tongue

I am great in the beginning, middle or end of the day

I am by far the best thing for you in every single way

Our time together can be brief or long

Shorter or longer then every single song

You are the master of your world of waking

In mine, I am king of every snoring thing

Yours is the world of tangible things

Mine is the world of dreams where 

I only know what everyday brings

Mine is the world we only share

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The Day They Came-Part 1

They day that it happened I will never forget

It was a hot summer July evening

We were all reclining outside our cars

Radios tuned up as we watched the movie at Becky's

An emergency broadcast blared across all of the radios

Cell phones instantly went haywire and burst into flames

The voice on the multiple car radios gradually faded

And was replaced with screams and background carnage

Panicked we all packed all our chairs, snacks and beers quickly

As I reached to turn the key it would not start and neither would anyone else's

One by one starting from the front row of the drive-in cars exploded

We burst out of ours and ran as fast as we could to the nearby woodline

Wondering what we would do and where we would go, we waited

As others ran from this horrifying chain of explosive events

We decided to see if our families were ok and then we would

Find a place to hide out, until we could find enough survivors

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I Look, for I Know You Are There

I look, for I know you are a part of my journey

You are the pot at the end of the rainbow

You are the reason I wake up every morning

You are why I write and write and write

I look, for I know you are important

You are the catalyst to even greater things

You are the reason for every one of my seasons

You are why I wake up in the morning for work

I look, for I know we will make beautiful music together

You will arrive in the middle of my song and

You will be the most important influence in how it plays out

You will be known with me for doing great things

I look and look and look and look some more

I look for I know deep within my soul you are there

When I find you and I know I will, we will know it is right

We will know it was meant to be, since the day we were born

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Beauty in the Darkness Grew

And so there was darkness as far as the eye could see

Everywhere I looked up, down, right, left darkness was all around me

Hope burned inside me like an eternal flame that could never be extinguished

This hope was untouchable, pure, incapable of desecration

Day by day I walked through this darkness with a smile on my face

Past the Debby Downers and the Doubtful Dans

Past the Negative Nellies and the Sorrowful Susans

As the time passed their eyes would look at me with all hope gone

Day by day I walked throughout this darkness with a smile on my face

Past the Nagging Nancies and the Narcissistic Nelsons

Past the Deranged Derricks and the Distraught Danas

As the time passed their eyes would look at me with all hope gone

And so one fateful day hope, fate, originality and reality all met

A light erupted in the darkness brighter then the Sun

It was one beautiful flower, untainted and unmarred by the blackness

It's very existence mocked the darkness and I knew I had made it

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I Will Not Surrender

My goals are too great to simply go away

They will effect a great many for years to come

Their effect will be legendary in scope and possibility

Many will wonder how one dreamed so big

The seed will start small, but will grow greater by the day

Effecting the many worldwide in positive ways yet unimagined

I belief in a world made better by handwork and determination

I belief in a world where all can achieve for the greater good of all

I believe a free university is a possibility

For Pennsylvanians, the United States

For North America and the world as a whole

And by my hand this will be a reality

I believe in a world free of poverty 

Where all men, women and children

Can and will succeed individually and collectively

And by our hands this will be a reality

I believe in a world where war is an antique

Stored on a shelf in a museum to remind children

The consequences of a lack of inequality and morality

And by our hands this will be a reality

I believe in a world where money doesn't rule

Our world will be ruled by ideals, intellectuals and natural law

Our world will have food, shelter and fear nothing

And by our hands this will be a reality

These are just a few goals I set forth for myself

As well as our society as a whole

We haven't truly moved beyond what has once

Been done in ancient times until these things

Start to become a reality of our everyday lives

We are simply reliving the past with newer toys

Newer names, clothes and jobs with fancy titles

We can change and make this all reality

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Riddle Number#19-Sound of A Society

From the earliest ocarina to the electronic mixing board

I've danced on a string or happily hopped on a piano keyboard

I am the drum and the bass of the electronic DJ or band

Or the native rhythms on a tropical Caribbean island

Once you could only be hear me live

Until Edison gave me a new life of vinyl to live

Which is still the best, purest way to hear me today

And the purest reproduction in every way

Now your ability to hear me has grown more from then

First I could be heard over the AM, then FM Radio 

Then I became personalized and portable in the Walk-Men

Then there was the Compact Disc Player and

Now there's the MP3 Player and Satellite Radio

As well as internet radio and streaming a YouTube Music Video

My future from now has yet to unfold

This will be left to the young and the bold

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Fall

It comes in softly like a gentle whisper

The temperature gradually changes

The blanket of light's time over us

Dwindles like the sands of an hour glass

The colors of the leaves change and change some more

From the greenest of green on the eve of the season

To the most brilliant reds, pinks, oranges and yellows

Until they fall and clutter every yard, lawn and front door

While the day grows shorter and the night longer

New and different holidays grow from the darkness

Ghouls, ghosts and goblins crowd the streets of every city

Yelling Trick or Treat in every state in our land of fifty

The official color of the season grew to be orange

Brought about by the Jack O' Lantern who's legend

From our past grew from a gourd to a glowing pumpkin at long last

Helping poor old Jack's soul on it's unfortunate long way past

More grains from the our glass fall and each day

Gets a little shorter still and the nights a little bit longer 

The leaves get raked, piled up, jumped in, cluttered

Raked again, piled up again and bagged up finally

New holidays sail in from across the ocean

Bringing new settlers from our past who met with

The local Indians and for a time worked hand in hand

In their day to day survival in our then young, wild land

This became a celebration of heart warming and homecoming

In this holiday we get to see long lost family and friends

With tables full of turkey, stuffing, corn, cranberry saue, ham

Home made bread, Salad, sweet potatoes and delicious desserts

This is a season of change, challenge and costumed kids

A season of constant color change and revitalizing reflection 

A season for the takeoff of teaching, tenacious studying and being thankful

This is the Fall going out like a cold lion, the season when I was born

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Riddle Number#18-A Voice for All Occasions

I am older then the oldest of cave paintings

I am the first way information was passed

I am still the most personal way to communicate

Technology will never fully rival my abilities

I am the vessel in which stories and news of old

Traveled from village to village, town to town

Country to country and century to century

Down throughout the ages to the present day

I am louder then the loudest drum or 

Softer then the wind through the leaves

I can bring you up in a matter of minutes

Or drag you down in a few seconds time

From the right person or people 

I can be the sweetest thing you will ever hear

I am there right as you were born and I am

Right there at your funeral on your way out

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September 2011-Reflections…

So many opportunities all wrapped into one month

The positives are beginning to role over the negatives

Like a tidal wave of potently positively potential 

Permeating through my multiple, multitudinous membranes

I would compare getting my positive attitude zeroed in to

Getting an M-16 zeroed in or a similar weapon or gun

By making adjustments to the weapon's site you get it adapted to you

By making adjustments to your life, you can adapt your environment to your needs

This can become achievable through multiple avenues, arenas and adaptations

LIfe itself is infinitely adaptable depending on your imagination, innovation and ingenuity

Success and the ability to drastically change the overall quality of life around you is

Weighed or measured on your ability to see and do things that others might not see or do

Seeing opportunities where others don't is achievable through positive sight

This can also be achieved by constantly adapting your routine to do things better

Starting with little changes each day that eventually graduate into big ones

This can and will make large impacts into the overall quality of life in and out of work

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Nature Found a Way

When water heated in 

A plethora of shallow pools and

Deep oceans across the earth

Nature found a way

When the earth was devoid

Of the vast oxygen it has today

Plants and trees grew and grew and

Nature found a way

When small mammals struggled against

Giant reptiles who roamed the earth

The climate changed and 

Nature found a way

When the continents divided

And animals were spread about the earth

They adapted and changed to fit their new lives and

Nature found a way

When you wake up in the morning

And you wonder how you're 

Going to pay all your bills and eat

Remember nature found a way

When you wonder how am I

Going to compete creatively

In this vastly competitive world of ours

Remember nature found a way

When you wonder when am I

Going to find the one to marry

Or I wonder if I ever will

Remember nature found a way

Wen you're wondering when 

Will all of life's pieces fall into place

And all my dreams starting coming true

Remember nature found away

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Riddle Number#17-Eternal Warmth

I am the beginning of man's technological growth

I paved the way for a plentiful plethora of new inventions

Through me better tools and weapons alike could me made

For man to hunt better, protect himself better and build better

I was the first long distance communication

From one tribe to another in ancient times

My ability to create was only matched by my ability to destroy

I have taken more lives then all natural disasters combined 

I am carried over many countries as the symbol of competition

When I get to my destination I am the beginning of a global sporting event

I am the center of attention between two loved ones

Where they sit by and sip champagne

Daily access to me is taken for granted by most

Modern civilizations in our world today, but

People stranded on desert islands and deserts 

Greatly depend on me for daily survival

Riddle Number#16-The Foundation

I am the beginning and the end

Of me you have begun and

Of me you will so return

And so is the fate of all men

I attract you to me more then

The most beautiful man or women

I am cut millions of times by man and beast

And yet I never will I bleed even a drop

I can be portable or stationary on display

Or seen out of any and every window

Great explorers from every land climb my

Heights or view me in the deepest of depths

I am the foundation of all foundations

Many people own me and maintain me

Wars have been fought over me since man

First left my shelter and built his own

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Dream of the Awakened Man

My waking dream is to make the world better

Through multiple layers of change brought about

By simple changes in the way we do things now

To reroute things back to the path they should be on

First to create a higher education system that

Allows everyone to go for free, which only

Discerns who gets in by their IQ, not the size

Of mommy or daddy's bank account

Second to create an organization whose soul purpose

Is to create systems, devices and make life in general better

This organization's main mission would be to solve 

World hunger, which simply should not exist

Third, a different organization similar to the first would be

Created that would have it's two main focuses be to

Develop terraforming technologies as well as

Interstellar space travel within 20 years

Fourth, a new topic would be added to the elections

Which would take time and the pooling resources of

Multiple organizations, lawyers and vast monetary sums

To completely outlaw the manufacture of tobacco and alcohol

Fifth, a third organization would be started to govern

Companies that pollute as well as pharmaceutical companies

Companies that didn't stop polluting completely would be shut down

While the pharmaceutical companies overmedicating would be as well

Sixth a new system would be put in place in all American schools

Teachers would be paid commission and would no longer have tenure

If a teacher's students performed poorly more then one year in a row

That teacher would be let go, teachers with students that did well would get raises

The current way our race is traveling in is not positive

We are overmedicating and under educating

We are over drinking and over exhaling

We finding ways to look younger, but not ways to stay young

We have found many band aids for all of our problems

We have focused so heavily on ways to ease the pain

Without trying to actually solve any of our problems

It makes one wonder if we've tried and failed or simply don't care

There are those of us that do care and we need to start making a difference

Companies who are not making this world better for all need to disappear

We need to start being in the race for everyone to win

I don't want to leave anyone behind, how about you?

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Clarity of Purpose

A sustained knowledge that would allow an individual

The ability to know why he or she is here

To singularly focus on that and only that

Every waking moment of every single day

To see a better future everyday

By gearing not simply some of our deeds

But all of them in the direction towards what

Would allow us all of the best possible routes

Options and avenues in which to allow

Us our utmost potential to succeed in 

All we've set our minds to throughout our lives

Giving us the ability to achieve multiple goals

To their highest possible level of completion

Creating new levels of success based off of

What we've thought seen and done

Necessitating a new definition for the word success

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Clarity of Thought

A complete balance of all things

An ability to know all we are here for

An ability to only concentrate on what's important

A life with 100 percent complete concentration

A moment in time and space when

We are able to connect all patterns

To see things as they actually are and

How they've gotten us here as well as

Where they will go after today, tomorrow

Even after hundreds of years from now

An ability to see all of the links of all things

An ability to see the structure tying it all together

A oneness with the universe

A moment of complete zen

A link to the source of all

A link between life and death

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Battle of the Dreamer

We all have our battles that we live with everyday

Each one of us wages them in our own way

We arrive with different weapons at different times

Different places, spaces, faces…with our own dimes

We all have different tools to go at our own duels

Some of us quite adept, while others still have to learn the rules

Of the game that we as the dreamers play day in and day out

It is tougher then tough, the key is to never, ever give out

From the time you wake up, to the time you go to bed

You need to be thinking how do I get my family better fed?

I need to dream bigger and think more then others do

I need to go that extra mile where others have never went

I need to find inspiration in everyday life

And grow stronger from every single strife

Build towers to my goals, aspirations and dreams

With negative building blocks, found everywhere it seems

I need to become like a mirror or the image in a reflecting pool

The more someone says I can't, the more I will prove them a fool

The more negative someone is each and everyday

The more positive I will become, in every possible way

I will become a beacon of positivity

Radiating happiness like a Nuclear Power Plant radiates radioactivity

Coworkers will stop and wonder, what's his story, why is he so happy?

I will say, why shouldn't I be? There's so many reasons to be merry…!

We can all be happy for a plentiful plethora of positively pleasurable purposes

There are so many rambunctiously, radical, ridiculously, rampant reasons

To take joy in every moment we are alive and if I may

I would like to help you name a few

You live in the land of the free and the home of the brave

You woke up this morning and your cute neighbor gave you a wave

You got up the courage to write how you really feel on that looseleaf paper

And you were kind enough to share a piece of yourself with all of us

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Overcome

Crush all obstacles

That come your way

Like Godzilla

Going through Tokyo

Blast through walls and barriers

Like Bomberman against Bagula

And his evil henchmen

The Five Dastardly Bombers

Incinerate enemies like

Bill “Mad Dog” Rizer

Or Lance “Scorpion” Bean in Contra

Fighting the Red Falcon Organization

Slice up everything in your way

Like Leonardo with his katana through foot soldiers or

Or rattle some heads like Michaelangelo beating up

Bebop or Rocksteady on the Ninja Turtles

Fight for what is yours with all your strength

All your might and all kinds of magic and crazy weapons

LIke Link in the Legend of Zelda just trying to

Save his women, the princess from Gannon

Race past all of your obstacles

And pummel your enemies on the way

Like in Road Rash as you drive your

Ninja motorcycle through Sierra, Nevada or the Palm Desert

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In Memory of Loved Ones Lost

Ten years have past, but our love for you never will

As the seasons change and the years go by

We will honor your great loss with unwavering

Support of our armed forces at home and abroad

Your great sacrifice reminds us how fragile our lives

Truly are in this turbulent world we live in 

Civilians will honor you by flying flags higher and

By living to a higher standard of patriotism then before

We too remember the lives lost by rescue works

Trying to save you from the rubble in the aftermath

Of this great tragedy heard across the free world

In all countries who believe in freedom and democracy

Soldiers still serve in the far away land of Afghanistan

Where this great horror originated so many years ago

We honor their dedication and the giving of their time and lives

To preserve the pursuit of life, liberty and justice for all men

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A Salty Day at Sea-Part 5(Part-1 is in April)

After reminiscing of days long past

My shift in the crow's nest was coming to a close

As the sun began to rise and the ship began to bustle

I climbed down the long rope ladder to the deck

Thankfully after a night in the nest I could rest

As I walked further downward, I could smell breakfast in the galleon

Our cook was one of the best in all of Spain and France and

We were very thankful for his culinary skill in the kitchen

While I walked on the deck I saw a few of my friends

And they yelled loudly to me over the roar of the ocean

Hey Jose, how was the crow's nest last night?

Did you see anything worth while they asked jokingly?

You know the usual, stars, ocean and more ocean

I yelled back jokingly to my crew of friends

Finally crossing over half of the ship I made it to the galley door

There were only a few people left down there, for most were on the ship

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Levels of Leverage

It takes time to achieve the ability

To make minor adjustments

That cause major change

In your life and the lives of others

You have to start by setting aside time

To think a little differently and

Act a little differently then your 

Surroundings would dictate for you

You have to remember that your life

And how you live it are dictated not

By where you were born or

Who you hung out with

But by the decisions you make and

The attitude you carry towards the world

And people around you each and everyday

You are alive on this planet

The higher your ability is to cope with change

And the higher your ability is to create change

Will allow you to live the life you want to live

See things you want to see and

Experience your full potential and if you

Are fortunate enough, fulfill your purpose

That was designated for you on this 

Little green and blue planet of ours

To do this you need to find the key to open all the doors in your way

Find the courage to jump, leap or climb over all the obstacles you find  

Become your own influence in your life and tune out the negative 

Be a positive influence on others through word and deed

Give people hope to those who have none

Carry a good attitude even if you're having a bad day

Be a shining beacon of hope for all those

Negative Nancys and naysaying Nelsons

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Riddle Number#15-Ancient Decider of Fate

I am the difference between happy or sad

I am the why behind mad or glad

I am the designer of destinies 

I am the destroyer of destinations

I am the garment of the successful

I am warn on their faces

I am warn in their walk

I am how they really got where they are

I am not found under any rock

I am no ancient, hidden mystery

To be found deep in the pages of history

I am as a simple as a two-handed clock

I've endured the worst wars, famines and diseases

I've been through years in prison and slavery

I've beaten, battered and bludgeoned

Yet I always come out on top

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Quiet

His inner voice spoke to him in the darkness

Too softly for him to hear at first, I thought

It was a ruffling of the wind or his aged building

Creaking eeeehhhh, slowly in the autumn night

Frustrated his inner voice spoke louder to him the darker night

Still too soft for him to hear and I thought

It was a cricket chirping or leaves rustling

Tossing wooosssshhhh, slowly in the autumn night

Pacing all around the brain the inner voice thought deep into the night

He consulted the gut instant for hours on end

He sat with imagination and motivation for a long time as well

Finally a light went on, slowly in the autumn night

He thought of running water and said nothing

To this I awoke quickly and quietly

And the inner voice imbued his wisdom upon me

Sometimes the best thing to do is to say something by saying nothing

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Rebirth

I push closer and closer towards the light

For I know it is worth the seemingly endless fight

There are trials and tribulations on the way

Sometimes the end seems so far away

Patience is a virtue I am learning very well

I am finding it's true worth where I dwell

Inner peace is never really far behind

I simply have to clear my mind

As I get older, I find healthier, happier ways to this goal

They bring long term relief and long term health

With them comes new ideas and inner wealth

I can and will see the light, for that is my truest goal

It's gotten closer now and I am nearing it

Now that I'm here, I can help others find it

Lost on their way, off the right path

Let them know there isn't any Math

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Inner Battle

My eyes open to the sun's light

And so begins my inner plight

The two kings in their two lands

Begin their days by shaking hands

They promise for it to be a fair fight

They assure it to end by 9 at night

One of them lives in a castle of purest white

The other in one of darkest night

They represent two sides of every thought

One says yes I can, the other no I cannot

One rules with a sword of positivity

The other with a whip of negativity

They battle each other everyday

In hopes the tide will sway their way

They use a myriad of weapons and tricks

One tries to destroy, the other to bolster and fix

Sitting high atop his trusty steed 

The king of positivity commands a vast army

Of positive thinking, confidence and kindly deed

Knights of kindness and wizards of wisdom

Lurking on his donkey of destruction, opposite his foe

Sits the king of negativity with his foul, festering army

Of negative thinking, cowardice and evil deed

Knights of clumsiness and wizards of woe

In the battle over my mind

I gather all the positivity I can find

From inner reflection and

Deeper then deep introspection

I arm the king of positivity with newer armor

To wage the fight that will end my plight

Against the king of negativity and his festering army

He can be beaten by seeing in a positive light

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Riddle Number#14-The Beauty of the Beholder

I have been around from the very beginning

My influence began to take hold from the start

I was once used to tell stories or record time

Now I am a multitude of mediums

I am a prize of the wealthy and the poor

I am priceless or I am free

I am viewed by the fortunate few or

I am free for every eye to see

I am temporary or permanent

I am portable or installed

I can make you happy or sad

I can comfort or make you appalled

My value and meaning are

In the eyes of the creator

I am a creative moment frozen in time

For many generations to enjoy

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Riddle Number#13-A Multi-Colored Multitude

I come in a plentiful, plethora of

Shapes, sizes, colors, and varieties

I am taller then a snow capped mountain

Or smaller then a common field mouse

I can heal all of your sicknesses

Or cause you to break out in rashes

I can cut you if you aren't cautious

Or heal those cuts with a quickness

I can be found in the wind, water, fire and earth

I can be found above water and under earth

Or underwater and above the entire Earth

Or be the fire to start man's intellectual birth

I am a treasured gift for the weary and the loved

I am a welcome guest at every event happy or sad

I am the smell of rebirth at the beginning of Spring

I am the multi-colored multitude in middle of Fall

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Today Is The First Of Many

Today is the day it will be different

Today will change everything

Today is different for many reasons

But one of them out weighs the others

You've made many changes to

Make each day a little better then the last

You've changed your diet, you run everyday

Quit smoking and drink water instead of coffee

Today is the day it will be different

Today will change everything

Today is different for many reasons

But one of them out weighs the others

You've made many changes to

Create a newer, better, more efficient routine

But one change is more important then the rest

You get more quality sleep and it solves many problems

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God Is In All Of Us

Take a moment and think

Of the homeless man in the subway

The child playing guitar on 55th and Broadway

Or the waitress working three jobs to survive

Under different circumstances they could've

Been us if we had done things differently

Made different decisions or had been

Born to different parents or in a different place

Take a moment and think

Of the starving children all over the world

Those parents that can no longer pay for their families

The high school dropouts trying to make it

We can help them and it doesn't 

Take a lot of money or time

We have to start by taking the time

To sympathize and care about them

Remember that we are all in this together

Great and small, old and young

Rich and poor, fat and skinny

White, black, brown, yellow or purple

Wherever you are from and

Whatever your situation or income may be

You need to care, you need to understand

We are all linked in this world and in time

The failure of the one is the failure of the many

Our structure needs to grow to accommodate 

Everyone of all walks of life, no matter

What city, state, country or continent you're on

We have to remember that no matter

How bad it gets or how hard life is for us

Or for those around us in our lives

God Is In All Of Us…

This poem is property of Anthony W. Pawlowski and can not be replicated in any way shape or form. This representation is for viewing only and is Copywritted 2011.