Enter The Poet - On A Cloudy Weekend
Sometimes things aren't what we think they are; but would we feel better if they were as we perceived?
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Enter The Poet - Looking At A Clear Sky
The morning comes without our consent; and the day passes without asking for our acknowledgement.
Enter The Poet - Chopping Down Walnut Trees
Often I find myself totally lost in thought; and frequently without GPS.
Enter The Poet - Alert To Possibilities
Some days flow like rolling sand dunes, peppered with the dust of unrealized dreams.
Enter The Poet - Walking A Small White Dog
A little bit of peace is always welcome; but it never seems to be invited.
Enter The Poet - Poised On A Summit
If we are to survive as a species, humans will need to work together; liking each other may need to play a part as well.
Enter The Poet - Looking For The Joy
The cold road lies before, silently, boldly and untoward A solely unrealized journey but leading forever forward
Enter The Poet - Under The Cover Of Day
All of what you say and what you do matters; even if you don't see the manifestation of the evidence.
Enter The Poet - Worrying About The Summer
We often seek justice and fairness; I wonder if any of us provide any.
Enter The Poet - Mailing Happy Words
I don't create the words, nor make them up; the world, of which I am a part, creates them.
Enter The Poet - Barking At Moving Objects
Often you obtain the respect you project, And it may or may not be what you expect.
Enter The Poet - In The Middle Of The Pattern
We don't always do the right thing, but at least we always try; don't we?
Enter The Poet - In High Definition
Mistakes are always clearer after we have performed them: a little foresight could always be helpful.
Enter The Poet - Into The Zone
We puzzle about the essence of life and where it will lead us We vie to know every answer, and that's the origin of the fuss
Enter The Poet - Walking Down A Narrow Street
I like to form my opinions on things which I can prove; that way I don't have to change them so often.
Enter The Poet - From The Far Side Of The World
There are things which are clear to us, and things which are hidden from us; and then there are things which we have hidden from ourselves.
Enter The Poet - Wanting To Carry On
The nip of the wind bites against my ears it rushes across my face, then it disappears
Enter The Poet - Endlessly Falling Forward
People seem to know so much about things which don't matter, not enough about things which matter; and even less about everything in-between.
Enter The Poet - After The Rinse
When I fell in love, it must have been a shallow hole; for it seems that I have found my way out.
Enter The Poet - Without Sum
As I contemplate the purpose of being, I wonder who would comprehend If no one does anything which matters, what evil is there for us to defend Do we want our own way, actions based on our limited point of view Do we seek to apprehend higher goals, endeavors so long overdue Is there any compassion in our hearts, for those we know or for those we knew How is the value of our lives calculated; measured by what we own or what we do
Enter The Poet - Clear As The Bell Rings
If the only people who contemplate the plight of mankind are those who have no influence, then the plight of mankind becomes perfectly obvious.
Enter The Poet - Up All Night
The sky is blue, but I was told it was gray If our facts are different, what can we say
Enter The Poet - Dragging A Blanket
There are nice people in the world; but, it is apparent there are not enough.
Enter The Poet - With Lunar Thoughts
Should we defend our country, or the people who are a part of it?
Enter The Poet - Restless & Abandoned
I remember being the Sun in your sky. My light would warm your face and light your way. My sadness was your rain, and my frustration was your snow. I was your Sun, and you were my world.
Enter The Poet - Misinformed
Surrounded by data, what's a person to do I hear many things, none which can be true