Tomorrow I Will.

Yesterday

I said I would

Tomorrow

And now Today

I say I wish I still had

Yesterday.

What Crop do I Grow?

Every day a farmer can only use a certain amount of water. They may choose to use this water on whatever crop they like. They might use all their water on one crop, at the expense of several others. Or the farmer may spread the water evenly between the crops, however none of these crops will ever reach their full potential. They will only just get by. Now ask yourself, if you were this farmer, where would you use the water? On your relationships with friends and family? On your personal skill set? On love? Our energy is finite. So be careful where you place your energy. And remember, crops may die, but they can be re-sewn. They’ll just take a bit longer to flourish.

I understand.

I was hearing it wrong.

Now I finally

understand

The words

of this song.

Rhythm and beat

I rise to my feet

And dance

Upon the floors

I once

Crawled upon.

The Every Day List

Why do we call it the

Bucket List?

Is it

Because so many of us

Never get the chance

To full-fill our lives

before we

Kick the bucket?

Why should I throw

My dreams

Into that pit

With no room?

Watch my future

Wash round

Spill over and out

And onto

The ground.

Why should I wait

For the rains of time

To fill my rusting bucket?

Can we change the name to

The every day list?

Because we should be living like

Tomorrow is our last

Not living for tomorrow

Only to let this one

Slip past.

Find the Water

What’s an inspiration without water, a belief without a boat, and an idea without action? Stranded. Find the water, build the boat, and paddle away from that hopeless island, where nothing ever happens.

 

A Storm is Coming.

A storm is coming.
Do you hear it?
Do you feel it?
That tremor beneath your feet
and the grumble of the beast.
Hiding in the dark.
Breathing fast
it descends upon us at last
salivating.
Mouth open wide
there is nowhere to hide.
Engulfing the weak
and chilling the brave
it moves like a wave.
Across the feast.
But eating so fast could never quite last.
So with one last belch and slurp of the tongue
the beast is done.
Shrinking and creeping
like a mouse in a silent house.
Waiting to grow
and descend upon the land once again.

 

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Changing Lanes

Some lanes are
Traffic
Some days are
Tragic
Some days are
Long
Some ways are
Wrong

Sometimes you’ll
Cross the lines
Jump ship
With a flip
Of a blink-uh
Not again
My lane is now slower than
The one I just left

Life in general, and the business world
Has its ups and downs
Booms and Busts.
And sometimes we end up in the slower lane
So of course, we are likely to try change lanes
To be in the fast lane again
And sometimes it works
And sometimes it doesn’t.
But just remember
You are the driver of your own vehicle
You have the grips on the wheel
And you can steer your life
Your business
Or whatever it is
In any direction you feel.