The Poet Enters

The night is warm but there is a chill in the air. We put on a brave face; yet we are all quite aware. Fright and horror are just around every little bend. Every new step, is a beginning, or maybe the end.   In a little while everything will be just fine, and safe. We just need to hold on, until we arrive at that place.

When provided a chance, everyone provides for their family. When the opportunity is yours, you are called selfish; what's the difference?

Most of the time, we are, where we are physically located; but, every so often, some of us, are located in a totally separate reality.

All decisions have a cost; let's just hope that we can always afford the price.

Fun shouldn't be a dream; however, neither should stress, suffering, and pain be the reality.

If everyone had a real idea about what life could be, maybe more people would seek that goal; or, stop blocking the path.

The only way to become triumphant in epic battle, you have to be willing to fight that battle. Just be aware of the shadow of epic defeat; is this the battle that you need to be in?

There should be a place where you are recognized, for who you are, and your talents. But I seems to live in a reality, which can offer no more, than shallow compliments.

You can't control and manipulate everyone you meet; unless you are very, very persistent.

So, will you speak for me; because, I have no voice? I have the freedom to express my thoughts, but I have no stage. You can share your platform; you are a person who has that choice.

Will you speak for me? I have ideas I wish to share; a hope to be understood. Having no voice, is like being a visitor in your own house, with no power or option. I frequently feel that this imbalance is unfair and can’t truly be of any good.

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

Will you speak for me; because, I am unheard? No one beckons me to express my knowledge or understanding. There are even those, who feel my existence is absurd.

Will you speak for me; because, I have no voice? I have the freedom to express my thoughts, but I have no stage. Your sound is more requested than mine, you are a person of choice.

It is very common to be uncommon in a very standard life; yet, very uncommon to understand why your standard life should not be so standard.

Frequently, you never really know where you should be at that moment, until you are actually there.

Each day I strive to obtain an understanding Yet, most days I feel like I am grandstanding

Most people don't like to consider the opinions of others; but problems begin when you start considering the actual facts.

I don't always expect bad things to happen, nor do I always expect great things to happen; I just expect things to happen, and for me to have the option to determine whether these events are bad or pleasant.

Sometimes, it's just nice to have enough time, just to do nothing.

You are not going to be right all of the time; just don't make it so obvious.

Everything can't be bad, all of the time; but, there always seem to be that effort.

 I never know, what is yet to come; but in this moment, I would like to enjoy the comfort.

We all look back to the moments that have passed in our lives; some of us get warm feelings, while others just get neck pains.

Maybe I don't want to change all of the past events in my life; just some of the people in it.

We are frequently a mystery to our friends and family; are we often an enigma to ourselves?

We all need our friends, people who are by our sides; do we often find ourselves worthy of the company?

The day goes by, and sometimes I don't feel like engaging; but, neither do I wish to be overwhelmed by it.

Often, I am sad for so long, that I wonder if I even remember how to be happy.

Most of the time, I am not waiting to hear the right words; I am simply waiting for the right actions.

The plan is always to have a good day; the problem is always in the engagement.

If the measure of the week, is making it to the end, then it may not have been a week worth measuring.