The Poet Enters

We struggle with allies and fight for reign. Yet, only together can we truly end this pain.  

The touch of your hand, and a quick embrace My heart races, increasing its pace   I long for the acknowledgment of your true feelings Until that time, I am left with these meager dealings.

Some days have unexpected trials, and some days they are simply added by people you know.

The world could be better, and we as well. What could help this change, none can tell.   Do we strive to help our fellow man? Do we perform the tasks that we can?   Is there a better way to share our existence? Can someone tell me the source of this resistance? 

I would like to have a better day today than I had yesterday, but not as great as tomorrow will be.

Some people may never truly care about you but keep you close, while others keep you close because they care. So, how is a person supposed to know which is which?

You can't have everything you want; however, you never have to stop wanting or trying.

Some people may not know exactly what makes you mad; however, the ones who care about you should be able to discern that you are.

You can't win every conflict you encounter, but hopefully you can win enough.

Some people say a lot of things, and you don't see how they can be true; other people don't say a lot, but what they do speaks to your heart.

Some days you may be ignored or forgotten. It is important that people understand your value and what you bring to the table.

The path is not always clear and easy to follow; sometimes you have to proceed with caution and create new trails to move forward.

As I hold you closely, you always hold me as well. Time passes quickly, and we never seem able to tell.   You should know that my heart aches whenever you're far from me. I have been told, with feelings, it's supposed to be.

I will always make an effort to become a better human; I am just concerned that I am the only one, at least locally.

When I awaken to the day, I meditate on my purpose and meaning in the world I have constructed. Reflecting on all the toils, friendships, conflicts, and trials made and lost, I ponder if any of my actions were well conducted.

Just as the sun fought to retain the sky, I fought to retain your companionship.

If people were to see you for who you truly are, would they be comforted or confounded?

Seeking closeness, I pull you near and hold you in my arms, Surrounded by your glow, I have no defense against your charms.

We say many things, and over time, we may even believe them; however, our place in people's lives and our actions say everything that counts.

We never know what the future holds. However, the more positive plans and actions we create, the more favorable outcomes will occur. Bad things may still happen, but maybe all that positive energy will provide a buffer.

Celebrations are always better when shared with friends and beloveds; the closer the relationships, the greater the celebration.

Sometimes having patience allows good things to happen, but often, I don't have the patience to wait that long.

Most things in life are neither fair nor even; if I am able, I try to balance the scales or choose other options.

Sometimes the stress we feel is self-imposed; every so often, I try to give myself a break.

There is a time to ponder and a time to act; however, they usually coincide.

Words may obscure your true thoughts and intentions, but your actions complete your sentences.

May the events of my day match the magnitude of the day.

I am proud of the idea and believe in the concept, but the practical application is lacking and deviating from the outline.

I am seeking to know you, and searching for your heart. Am I the only one sad whenever we're apart?

Every day is a surprise and a gift; I will take the gift, but you can have the surprise.

Every adventure begins with a single step—but I really hate the traveling.