Like It or Not

Not really a poem, just some rambling thoughts I needed to get out of my head


We are one family
Interconnected by our own design
Colors of skin melt away with the erasing of time
And change with the brilliance of the sun

We hustle and we bustle
We order food, we become obese
We forget about the hunters and the gatherers
The tribesmen, the nomads
We forget about a world
Outside our own
filled with beautiful people
that inside we all know

Facial features
Developed over time
Do not change what we are inside
Blood and bone
Sweat and tears
All beat into this Earth
Over the many years

How can you say you are better than me?
What puts you above anybody?
Your status in life, the path you choose?
But how do you measure your life to another
What dictates poverty?
You can have all that money can buy
But you can still be lonely
We all can still cry

Like it or not
You are tied to me
Deep inside, it will set you free
When you harm another
You hurt your own family
It spreads through this world
The deadliest of disease

I worry for those I have never met
I spread hope through the choices of my life
Every action on this Earth
Is the result of one thought put into motion
One thought…now think about that
So what will you contribute today?

Every Moment is a Moment

Came home today, and words were flowing through my mind, sat down, and this is what came of it... Enjoy! Remember, every moment is a moment, good or bad, long or short. Embrace it, learn from it. Be in that moment, and love.

Sometimes you are brushed by the hand of fate

Sometimes you barely glance at someone great

You might not know it

Till years down the road

When looking back…

You were touched by gold

The stranger sitting outside the bar

Smoking their cigarette

Or getting in their car

A brief glance, maybe an obliging smile

Never quite knowing the soul

Residing there, all the while

That friend of a friend

That showed up to hang

Spirits flowed, and guitars sang

A moment in time

That you’d almost forget

Casual conversation

And a memory aged silhouette

Little embers of greatness

That for a time warmed your soul

Small little encounters

That you would barely know

Because sometimes you are brushed by the hand of fate

Sometimes you barely glance at someone great

You might not know it

Till years down the road

When looking back…

You were touched by gold

So remember this

In every moment you breathe

Everyone around you

Has a story to leave

Whether you’re a chapter

Or an obscure reference within

Every moment is a moment

Where great things can begin….