The Poet Enters

Sometimes, I feel that I have great patience, and at other times, I am sure that it not true; it does not seem to be a matter of me, but a greater measure of what is happening, in spite of me.

I have many feeling and many ideas. If I state them, I am either, not understood, or in the middle of an unwanted conflict. It seems that I cannot change your impression of my words, nor my expression of them.

Enter my world, and share with me the ideas of your heart. Maybe we can share some good tidings, before we part.

I am unconsumed by the complexity of living an unencumbered life; yet, I fear that my efforts are subsumed by my reality.

People can get lost trying to understand the meaning of things; while others, find themselves within the investigation.

Will you speak for me, my words seem to hold no importance? Stars, politicians, people of money, popular colleges, are always heard. Yet, those with the skills, experience, and facts, don’t have the chance.

We Rise... Though the road ahead shows no hope We Rise... Just to show the world, that we can cope

Sometimes to make an omelette, some eggs need to be broken; none of the eggs need to be mine.

Some days you have to just walk away from the antagonist, and appropriate your quiet time.

Like blades of grass, together we create, we cover, we share, and we build and community; yet, by ourselves, we often stand alone.

There will be days when solitude will be sought by you; and days when your actions have earned solitude.

Sometimes you can't see where you are going, and the only comfort you have, is knowing where you have been, and where you expect to arrive.

Disagreements have a strong resilience to closure; just when you think you have met the conclusion, another chapter begins.

Sometimes, it doesn't take a great idea; often any good idea, will fit the need.

 On occasion, we may find ourselves occupied with things which we need to do, and possibly want to do.

Great thoughts, and great ideas, can sometimes be formed from simple questionings.

You can never do or achieve enough, for a person who is indifferent to your existence.

Each day is different from every other day, until it isn't; yet, it still isn't like any other day you have lived through.

Each day, we all travel a dark sea full of treacherous storms; if we survive the night, there is a glorious morning, which awaits us.

There is a place for us, some of us will find it; many will continue on, fruitless in their journey.

You can't stop what is meant to happen; even if you could stop future events, you still don't know what is meant to be.

I have just learned a new self-conception; I am too good to be the villain, and not good enough to be the hero.

 If you don't get a head start, some days will simply leave you in the dust.

We can find ourselves trying to do better, and to be better; but what do we do, when the definition of better keeps changing?

I've been told, that you can never have enough of a good thing; but no one ever showed me how to locate one.

If it ever so happens, that you get the credit, which you truly deserve; please share credit with the others, which deserve it as well.

I do not mind being questioned, for the purpose of understanding; I do mind, for the sole purpose of trying to be proven wrong.

Hear everything, understand what you can, verify what you can; if you spread, what you cannot confirm, you have now become the responsible party.

The days often pass with ease, and the months into years. Hopes can become reality, and dreams built from tears.

We don't want to be left behind, but sometimes we don't want to have to lead.

Sometimes, you need to work hard while waiting for your plan to reach fruition; sometimes, you might need a much better plan.