Goals

To only be immutable, irrefutable and cool not cold,

Enjoy seven to eleven and be as bold as we are told,

Never to be confused, or in any way abused,

But patience is the difference that it makes,

Don’t forsake the good friends,

Make no truth to be too intense,

Even if we might make a few mistakes,

To just enjoy the calm of silence, without the violence, and find a truth to trust,

Forget the blame, because it is all the same, we all like to live by our lust,

Not to condone sin, but let everyone known in,

Sometimes to be real, depends on how we fake,

Don’t forsake our good sense,

Watch the time we sent false pretense,

Know the pay off in equivalence we make,

Do only what we know is right, don’t cause a fight, and think it through,

Learn peace is found in the clear bold sound of the goods we chose to be true,

Not to pretend love, but when push comes, why then shove?

Soon to see there is one clear way we will succeed,

Don’t misread what to say,

Or do time that we should not pay,

But work hard to reach goals with our quick speed

Freedom can provide us with opportunities to observe nature,

Freedom is intermittent,

Like rain, it may start in a torrent,

Or leave as a mist,

It can come and go in gusts,

Or hover in the clouds indefinitely,

The drought is wicked,

Floods can be worse,

Then we gather our senses

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Had to finish these twitter poems.  I’m thinking of writing other works, if I get some free time!

Freedom, to me depends on mood and situation more than anything. If anxiety or suffering creeps in, parts of freedom, or some perception/visions of freedom can fade.

Senses bring us in tune with nature and the daily weather,

It’s an awareness of beauty, and at times, savage power,

Nature is everything,

Pollution, cities, and people are nature,

Humans are creatures that impact,

Everything,

All that is,

Spirit, material, paradox and all human perception: Nature

Shaping the future takes learning of the past,

Effort in the present. Confidence. Craft.

Triumph in life starts as we begin to crawl,

Can we build a better world – to suit all?

Impossible depends on mood and flimsy data,

Perseverance pays off, but just a little while later.

The timing of when I wrote this is striking to me.  When I look back, even though I was oblivious to the connection in this industry, and specifically today’s world, I see parallels that must have driven it, beyond punctuation, rhyme and poetry.

This is a quick poem, that I have adapted and posted on twitter.  Basically it is about finding mental health through making progress, not wasting time, and working together.

Of the frivolous ways to spend my days,

Nothing is worse than questioning the future,

So, if I dare, to stare into space,

I’ll try to make sure, I’m not planning a detour,

Because time is the essence, it’s okay if it’s lessons,

But not delays that drag days on without gain,

Life becomes better, when we’re working together,

When time engages through all stages, we feel sane

Time is not a fleeting thing,

It is permanent,

Like the impression of a moment,

In the records of life,

Consciousness,

The soul is experienced in waves of connected, flowing, perception,

The stem carries

Blossoms of life, that open and find form,

Time takes away endless tomorrows,

But leaves forever today

For the skies, the cold ground surges,

New life from old life emerges,

Energy courses through potential,

Back and fourth or round and round,

Gravity gives us a sense of balance,

Even if our days are challenged,

Power in time consumes and purges,

For the ground, the sky speaks & urges