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.

Hidden & Bitten

The house was once bright
It’s rooms
With its walls and floors
Were flooded with light.
The doors were unlocked
The windows had a view
Everything was so new

If only I knew
The things I could do
In a house
So light
So bright
And so new.

A year crept by
Or maybe it was five
The house doesn’t feel so alive
Anymore.
Sometimes I lock the door
And lose the key
And sometimes I see shadows crawl
On my bedroom wall
These days I struggle to see
The view
And the trees
Which slowly die
In front of me
For the windows have grown tired
Their eyelids half closed
Slowly falling deep
In sleep

If only I saw
The world a little more
If only I saw
Something more
Than empty halls
And dusty floors.

I don’t want to stay in this house
Anymore
Stay away
I pray to those who come too near
This house is a place to fear
So please don’t come too close
To this haunted house

I hear moaning through these walls
Words of discontent
Which echo around
Inside my head

I have felt the Dracula’s bite
Felt the hope
Drain away from my body
Throughout the night

I see ghosts
Wandering these halls
Distasteful reminders of regret
Dead but yet
So alive
They survive
So I can never
Forget.

These nights I sleep with the covers over my head
Because I know the dead
Are coming from under my bed.
They want to drive me insane
To gnaw and nibble and dribble
Upon my brain.

Am I a fool
To run from the ghoul
Who licks its lips
Like a cat
About to attack
The helpless mouse inside this house?
It knows this place
And it quickens its pace
With every drop of doubt
I sweat.

When did I become the prey
Within my own home?
Will I ever find a place to lay
A place to pray
In peace?
Piece by piece
I will pull down these walls
Thrust open these doors
And leave.

This house has been my home
For too long
I was wrong when I said
If only I knew
The things I could do
In a house
So light
So bright
And so new.

A house is nothing but a point on a map
A quick place to nap
Before we wake and make
Another large leap deep
Into discomfort

A house does not grow.
And it does not throw
Opportunity in your direction.
So don’t be slow.
To let go.

Don’t be slow to throw
Yourself outside.
Go.
The doors are open wide.