One Hundred Wing Beats

So after several days of not getting any writing done to post on here i decided to again post an older poem of mine. So, i hope you enjoy the read.

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One Hundred Wing Beats

The tiny thing made not a sound,
With one wing beat it left the ground.
It tried to make it up to the sky,
But its wings seemed not ready to fly.
The butterfly didn’t seem to care at all,
It didn’t seem bothered by the first fall.
With another wing beat it took to the air,
For a moment it flew without care.
That moment passed and down it plopped,
Still it didn’t seem bothered when it dropped.
Then came try three and four and so many more,
Each one a failed attempt to soar.
Ninety-nine tries the butterfly took
Ninety-nine times it fell with a pathetic look.
On that one final desperate try,
That butterfly gave its best to fly.
Wings caught by winds so soft,
This time the butterfly stayed aloft.
One hundred times it took to the air,
Till finally it met the skies so fair.
So fly on sweet butterfly fly forever on,
Your dreams shall carry you to that beautiful dawn.


My View on Life

I was having a conversation with my sister when self improvement came up, which then led me to put words to how I look at things. It’s a rather simple view, but i felt like writing it out anyways. With that said, enjoy the read.

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My View of Life

Life is a constant struggle to improve ourselves,
Without it stagnation sets in and erodes who we are.
To stop is to accept that stagnation and rot away,
To stop is to accept the death of who could be.
Movement is what keeps us alive,
It doesn’t matter which way you go as long as you don’t stop.
It doesn’t matter if we lose progress in our movements,
As long as we’re alive we can change and improve on what we lost.
Forcing ourselves to keep moving isn’t always easy,
But we can’t afford to stop trying no matter how hard it is.

Before You Speak

After a few days of not getting anything new posted, it feels rather nice to finally get something new put up. It’s nothing really fancy, just something i thought of while talking to someone. That aside, enjoy the read.

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Before You Speak

Those words that you’re about to say,
Have you considered what they might cause?
A simple sentence at the wrong time can cause damage,
A few words at the right time can brighten someone’s day.
Speaking from anger can tear relationships apart,
Speak instead from love to strengthen those bonds.
It’s not always an easy thing to stop and consider what you’re about to say,
But those few moments of thought can make a world of difference in the end.

Smoke Signs

Smoke Signs

Come on, light the flames of your desire,
Watch that burning passion building higher.
A column of smoke to let the world know,
Let it know which way you’re going to go.
Will you take off running, or strike a leisurely pace?
Are you going to bring people along, or be alone in your race?
Your path may twist, your path may turn,
Just remember to hold onto each lesson you learn.
Remember your lessons or you may lose your way,
But don’t worry, you can try again another day.

The Looking Glass

On more or less a random impulse I’ve decided to share some of my older  work.  This is from ~2008.

Hope you enjoy the read,

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The Looking Glass

What do you see in the looking glass?

Do you see things that have been, or things yet to pass?

Do you see the rain, or clear blue sky?

Do you see what makes you laugh, or what makes you cry?

Do you see a life begins, or when it ends?

Do you see your enemies, or those you call friends?

Do you see what you love, or that which you hate?

Do you see freedom, or do you see fate?

Do you see the path you walk, or the one you shun?

Do you see hope, or do you see it undone?

Do you pick up your glass and take a drink?

Or do you simply stare at it and think?

What do you think will come to pass,

When you drink from your looking glass?

Wherein Dreams Begin

From ~ 2008-9 

Hope you enjoy the read,
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Wherein Dreams Begin

Just take a breath and hold it in,

Come join me wherein dreams begin.

Let’s wipe away those daytime tears,

And scare away those nighttime fears.

Just listen to the heart’s soft melody,

Then in this place of magic you will be.

The stars over head are the dream’s fresh start,

Each an honest wish of the heart. 

Countless places you can go,

From an ocean beach or a world of snow.

Imagine the beauty you can find,

When your only limit is your mind.

If your heart can dream of a place,

It won’t just be a hope you  chase.

Simply close those lullaby eyes,

Picture these star dotted skies.

It will be there twinkling on high,

Now take a breath and reach for the sky.

Picture your star’s soft gleam,

Then open those eyes and see your dream.

Come join me wherein dreams begin,

Just take a breath and hold it in.


Who You Are

And here’s yet another one of my older poems while i try to think of some fresh material.

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Who You Are

Time for all to look, look into your self.
Do you like what you see, or does it not match?
Are you your own person, or are you influenced by others?
Do you let others dictate your actions, or do you carve your own path?
Time for all to remember, remember what your life has been till now.
Look hard and long, think about what you see.
Does your path reflect who you want to be, or does it reflect what they want you to be?
Time for all to think, of the future now.
Whip out that crystal ball and see, see where this path of yours will lead.
See if it’s your path, or one carved for you.
Is it one you’d like for you to go, or one that they’d love for you to go?
Consider this now and heed my words.
This life is yours to live,
Not theirs.
These are your choices to make,
Not theirs.
Instead I encourage you to just be,
Who you are.

A Little Boat Called Hope

My mother said she wanted me to put this one up on here because it’s one she liked, so here again is one of my older poems. Enjoy the read folks.

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A Little Boat Called Hope

As I floated away on my little boat called Hope,
I found I had lost my safety rope.
There’s no link back to safe dry land,
I’m much further out than I had planned.
There’s no land near that I can see,
I wonder where on earth I could be.
I’m stuck at sea on my little rubber raft,
It’s such an old worn down little craft.
There’s gum and tape plugging some holes,
And the frame is supported by thin wooden poles.
The color has long since faded away,
My little boat sure has seen better days.
But as sure as a kite will rise and fall,
This beaten down boat has pulled through it all.
It floats on toward a distant dream,
Off into the morning’s brilliant gleam.
I can only pray my little boat will hold,
And that I won’t meet the ocean’s cold.
As long as I’m in this little boat here,
I know the future I need not fear.
I found I had lost my safety rope,
As I floated away on my little boat called Hope.

A New Day: A postive poem?!

You know, for once I think I actually managed to write something positive and possibly motivational for someone out there. Hope you enjoy the read folks.

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A New Day

Remember what provides you that motivation,
Don’t let anything break your concentration.
Open your eyes toward the new day coming,
Don’t forget, it’s your life you’re running.
Face the day with a strong face shown,
Even if at night you break down alone.
Each day is another chance to try something new,
A new opportunity to accomplish the things you want to do.

Cold Hands… So, I TRIED to make a happy poem. Key word, Tried

As the title says, when I sat down to work on a new blog post I told myself that I wanted to try to make it something happy and cheerful, and then I’m pretty sure I massively failed writing something positive and cheerful. Regardless, I hope you enjoy the read.

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Cold Hands

A harsh power that overwhelms,
Countless sensations that overload the mind.
Thoughts are lost to the smothering tide,
Dreams washed away by the endless flood.
You try to stand but the weight crashes down,
A weight that crushes the soul, yet it leaves the body whole.
The light of day, the light of hope, it will never reach your eyes.
For you are blinded by the cold feelings trapped inside.
Alone, afraid, unable to face another day.
Perpetual depression that brings your world crashing down,
It’s hard to breathe and so hard to move,
As its cold hands choke and hold you down.
Depression is the monster that others cannot see,
Yet it’s a monster far too common and real.
You’re not alone in your fight,
Not the only one who struggles with it every day.
Don’t give up, don’t stop your fight.
Don’t let yourself become another sad memory.