This life, is so short,
It’s measured in years,
If we are lucky,
We shed more smiles, than tears.
It’s full of excitement,
Rewards and fears,
We meet, a lot of people,
Only a few friends, we can trust so dear.
We will all have tough times,
Part of this life’s journey, today,
We never know, the length of our stay,
It’s our choice, how to live every day.
We all have beliefs, and want more,
During, and after, this life time,
We all need directions, and paths to find,
None of us know, when we will be given,
A Special Sign.


                                          Tom Maxwell © 1/23/2021 – written 7/3/2014

You have never felt true love,
So, you hide your confused heart,
Keeping something else first,
Always an excuse and afraid to start.

Only wanting someone,
For what they have or can do,
Not knowing how to totally commit,
Now your children learn the same from you.

You have been given more,
Money and material things,
With freedom, still afraid to learn about true love,
Never opening up to feelings and peace it brings.

Take time learn to give and accept,
The feeling of love in every way,
You know where it has been waiting for years,
So many good memories to expand every day.









Tom Maxwell 09/14/06

There are accidents to diseases,
With countless other, obstacle’s, in between,
If we always worry about everyone, of them,
We can miss the life; we should have seen.
Our mind controls our body, every breath, heartbeat,
Down to each word we say, look towards the future,
Think positive, your body will flow the same way.
When A person always says, I can’t right A way,
Could it be they are too lazy, or afraid to try,
Your better, to give it your best first,
Then, convince your mind, your ready to give up, and die.
When you talk about the weather, more than twice, A day,
Are you using your mind to think,
When you have to look outside, A window, for something to say?

                                                     Tom Maxwell 04/21/2021 AD
                                                                                                                    9:00Pm

Such a beautiful scene as I look out my window,
everything is so peaceful not even A echo.
The dominate color is white from the years, first snow,
as the sun begins to rise it reflects a blinding glow.
The white ice crystals doing a balancing on the branches of the trees,
as the temperature rise’s they begin to melt and fall so free.
The bird taking turns landing on the feeder with care,
such small delicate bodies to withstand the cold winter air.
The bright red cardinals are the only bold color my eyes see,
as they sit on the deck rail waiting their turn while keeping one eye on me.
There is a gold- colored fox across the creek on the hill,
such a beautiful creature as he sits at the top so still.
I can hear a noise the drip of water as the snow begins to melt away,
enjoy the beautiful things you love in this life sooner or later they will fade.



                                                  Tom Maxwell copyright 01/08/2005

I had A dream,
I watched,
As it faded away,
My time moves on,
This moment tomorrow,
Will be known, as yesterday.
We should not expect, every thought,
Will become, real and true,
There is only, one thing we can count on,
Ourselves, what we do.
Most dreams, we picture other people too,
Sometimes, it takes longer to realize,
They are not on the same page, as you.
Should I just give up hope, turn away,
Or call it a learning experience,
Back to dreaming, today.

                                                    Tom Maxwell© 1/1/2021 A.D. 3:30 PM

An announcement, of some one’s Soul, leaving,
Their human body, as it travels, to the next,
Planned, mission, in journey, to God’s kingdom.
Also a short, biography, of the person, who they were,
In this earthly life, what they did, and accomplished,
From the thoughts, visions, messages, from their mind.
An obituary, is a tribute to a person, how they served,
Helped others, while making this earth a better place,
For the rest of us, to live out our earthly days.
Notes of the time, knowledge, and efforts,
They shared, during their entire stay.
Many people, in this short life, use someone’s personal
Obituary, as a announcement, of all the family names,
Their place, in time, for their funeral line.  Honestly,
Most people on those list, would make excuses, not to visit you when, you are alive,
Then they rush to your funeral, they cry,
Thinking, when you were alive, they should have shared,
More time with you, in many ways.

The original: Tom Maxwell © 4/26/2024 A.D.

LOVE is trust
                             LOVE is a dream
                             LOVE is a feeling
                             LOVE is a team
                             LOVE is dedication
                             LOVE is a few tears
                             LOVE is a relationship
                             LOVE last for all your years
                             LOVE will give you signs
                             LOVE is peace in your mind
                             LOVE is great joy
                             LOVE takes time


                                            Tom Maxwell copyright 08/17/2003

From an infant to a child, growing into an adult,
Then working every day, planning for retirement,
Never thinking, it could be one of the hardest parts,
You act out, in this life, as you know it today.
Even if you financially planned, your home, bills are paid,
Changes in society, the loss of family members,
All of mine have passed, along with, many special friends,
That were close, and others who migrated another way.
Often for a smile, you think of memories, of lost past days,
Scanning records, you cherish, stored, in your hippocampus,
In your brains temporal lobe, it would now take twenty four hours,
To just arrange and plan, what you use to accomplish, in one day,
Reminiscing, of old cars, clothes, events, or that special game,
Now realizing, they were pieces, of your puzzle, to where you are today.
Next time you look in a mirror, those lines on your face, you earned,
From tough decisions, to the memories of enjoyment, from days & nights,
When you just could not stop grinning, ear, to ear. Changes to control,
Many man made distractions, in life today, most modern day children,
Could not think of following, the footsteps, you traveled in past days.
For those you love, and those who do you, food for you soul, the part,
Of you, that will survive. Old and young souls around you every day,
There is no way to separate them by age. Born philosopher’s & prophets,
Are still among us, delivering messages, you have many directors as you,
Act out your part, in this life, on planet Earth, which is your stage.
                                                                                                                        The original: Tom Maxwell © 03/27/2025 AD

I always carry a question, with me inside,
What is my purpose, why am I still alive,
I know there is a reason, that’s why I always try.

I was the youngest in my family, of five,
My parents, two siblings, and the lady I married,
Their souls moved on, when they died,
One thing I have learned, how to wipe tears from my eyes.

I personally don’t know anyone,
Living in the situation, I’m in,
Everyone, may not always agree, they still have family,
That they can call kin, I would have a hard time,
Explaining, the emotions & feelings, I carry within.

No one to make plans with, in any way,
Only thoughts in my mind, if I have a good or bad day,
I do know one thing, I am next in line,
To be placed, in a grave.
The End

                                   The Original: Tom Maxwell © 5/05/2025 AD

Feelings, emotions, smiles, and tears,
Someone, you can count on, to be there,
Whenever, life brings you, fears.
A person, who won’t run,
From the unexpected times,
As you share ideas, for future plans,
They will listen, while giving comfort,
Even if, it’s just holding your hand.
You cannot create true love,
As if you were planning a meal,
Shopping, at A mart,
Just looking for a certain,
Age, wealth, and looks,
That is trying to create, a situation,
A reason, many relationships,
Fall apart.
                                  Tom Maxwell 5/22/2021 AD 8:15 pm

A thought to think about, in your mind,
If you died today, what kind of memories,
Would you leave behind?
You live your life every day, is the knowledge,
In your soul, growing in many ways,
Or is your life, the same habit every day?
Do you ever think pass tomorrow,
What this life will be in future days,
Will every one be free, or forced to live a certain way,
Our generation, is creating the future days,
We are to share our wisdom, with those of the future,
So, they will understand today, that no one,
In this life will forever stay.


                                      The Original: Tom Maxwell  © 06/13/2024 AD

You ever think about all the people,
You meet in an average life time,
Sometimes a face, or name, brings a memory to your mind.
Many you only see, a short time, although their actions,
Or words may appear, when your day turns to a bind.
Almost everything we do, we learned from someone else,
That was sharing so kind.
How many memorized stories, do you repeat,
On different days, without a clue who told you,
A stranger to you today, they taught you something,
Then you went on your way. We each do the same, sharing,
Which could be, hard physical work, or to help someone,
Too breath and see, their next day.

Always keep listening too, and teaching, with each other’s mind,
Not until your last, will you know the best day, of your life this time.

                                 The Original: Tom Maxwell  ©  6/26/2024 AD

A trusting honest person in this world today, always seems to get pushed aside,
for thinking and caring for others and going out of their way.
Someone who will come to help you late at night or early any day,
with open arms of love we should never chase away.
Everybody has someone in their past they pushed aside,
for something they thought was better,
that took them on a downhill ride,
When their world falls apart and all the good times go bad,
only then their thoughts go back to that special friendship they lost,
and wish they still had.
If a long-lost friend ever takes the time to give you a second chance,
let them know how special they are, try to repair that broken branch.







   Copyright Tom Maxwell 03/26/03

When Jesus talks, I listen to his words,
Which always, make me think,
Usually when I’m alone, they can arrive,
At any moment, as quick as an eye wink.
Not answers, to make the world perfect,
God gave us that gift years ago, humans,
Are not the best caretaker’s, perfect, is not,
The choice word for many, just look behold.
When Jesus was born, from the shining of a bright star,
Kings arrived, on camels with gifts, even gold, they believed!
Why was evil permitted to take over, to deceive, today,
Not much sharing, those with wealth use it to control,
Always talk of wars, more ways to ****, from evil minds,
God could dismiss those, and their dangerous toys,
At any moment in time.

The Original: Tom Maxwell © 2/7/2025 A.D.

We can control almost any actions or thoughts that come into our life each day,
the one thing we can never keep totally in line, is when our emotions come out to play.
Many of people have wished that someone they knew would die, but as soon as it happened,
they were the first with a tear in their eye.
Any sort of relationship love, friendship, or trusting when it stops for bad or good.
our emotions can put us in a daze for days, and we think about what we never understood.
They are a built-in reality control to put us in check off and on during our time,
think about how everyone is always in a hurry, then count the people who try to cut in front of you at a funeral line.
Emotions can even change our body temperature in an instant like a switch inside,
we can have warm to hot feelings, to a chill with goose bumps from our toes to our eyes.
Always let your emotions flow if you try to hold them in,
you will feel lost and alone, as if you were locked up in a closet or bin.
The quicker you release your emotions, your spirit will guide you where to start again,
always remember your emotions are stronger than you, for no one can totally control or hide them within.



        Copyright Tom Maxwell 08/15/03

We can control almost any actions or thoughts that come into our life each day,
the one thing we can never keep totally in line, is when our emotions come out to play.
Many of people have wished that someone they knew would die, but as soon as it happened,
they were the first with a tear in their eye.
Any sort of relationship love, friendship, or trusting when it stops for bad or good.
our emotions can put us in a daze for days, and we think about what we never understood.
They are a built-in reality control to put us in check off and on during our time,
think about how everyone is always in a hurry, then count the people who try to cut in front of you at a funeral line.
Emotions can even change our body temperature in an instant like a switch inside,
we can have warm to hot feelings, to a chill with goose bumps from our toes to our eyes.
Always let your emotions flow if you try to hold them in,
you will feel lost and alone, as if you were locked up in a closet or bin.
The quicker you release your emotions, your spirit will guide you where to start again,
always remember your emotions are stronger than you, for no one can totally control or hide them within.



        Copyright Tom Maxwell 08/15/03

Looking for changes, to come my way,
Staring out my window today,
Thinking, all the parts I’ve played,
Chasing sour dreams, I never found,
Passing some sweet one’s, I turned down,
Many lonely nights, just driving around,
Searching for that golden crown.
Always listen to experience, look at the signs,
In life were told so many lines,
Do they live the life, you want to find.
In life we will often, change our way’s,
Those who care, won’t walk away,
It’ only changing, your part in life’s play,
Take A moment, are you truly happy today.


                                                                                       Tom Maxwell ©
                                                                                      12/06/2019 AD
                                                                                    3:15 PM

When we have an idea, that comes up in our mind,
Electric impulses are created, then sent out by the brain, through space, and time.

Most people can not control, how intense, or direction, when they Leave, on their way, a gifted person, can send and receive, messages, never knowing when, time or day.

The thoughts, are strong,  when they leave the mind, They can go,
Through walls of buildings, not following the laws,
Of space, and time.

More than one person can receive, the same signal, when they are traveling, out there, many are not, and just break up,
As they travel through air.

Most messages are received, spontaneously, with our,
Unconscious mind, our brain does not have time to eject them,
So fast, in a very short time.

Everyone has some psychic ability, it's not a supernatural,
Mystical thing, as some believe,
It's just part, of being, A human being.

You had a dream,
Then set your goals,
Invested your time,
Now living, the roll.

Years have passed,
Your ideas changed,
Also, physically too,
\How to rearrange.

Risk what you can,
Keep security inside,
Head either direction,
Our bodies, waiting to die.

This one journey, so short,
Of our future, and past,
Enjoy adventure now,
Any moment, your last.    
Tom Maxwell ©

The wind has stopped, blowing,
Everything is staying so still,
After a few hours of rain,
A small stream of water,
Starting to flow down the hill.
When rain clouds, block the direct sun,
From shining on the popular & silver maple trees,
Along with an increase in the humidity,
A Jester they give, to let us know of the wet times ahead,
They turn the sides of their leaves.
From snow, rain, wind, or a sunny day,
There is so much taking place,
As I look out my window,
Memories that will stay.

                    Tom Maxwell copyright  5/27/2020 AD
                                                                                                   1:00 PM

There is no perfect way, to live this life, every day,
Changes will come, and they will pass,
Nothing in this life, will forever last,
Every one’s  trail, curves, many ways,
Somethings , we are to experience, were planned before,
Our first day.
No one’s life is perfect, throughout every year,
For our soul to learn, and grow, we carry it through,
A mixture, from days of smiles, to cloudy moments,
Where we shed our tears.
Accepting  reality,  knowledge, our parts in this life, with age,
Will change, even though, your on the same stage.
We are each to mingle with, all types of people, traveling on our way,
If your lucky to be free, beware of habits, where you limit the growth,
Of your soul exploring, to only certain hours, of night or day.
The clock on the wall, many follow every day, was created by a human,
Some people enjoy, another person, telling them what to do every minute,
During this life’s stay.
The first clock was a pendulum clock, created by, Christiaan Huygenes,  in 1656,
Most humans would not survive, trying to live, as they did, in those lost days…


                                The Original tom Maxwell  ©  07/21/2025 AD

There are strange mystery’s,
All around us in many ways,
Why certain events happen,
And different actors, come,
Into our world, as others fade,
The timing is often perfect,
To help us air out our thoughts,
Questions without answers,
Can lead to confusion, for days.

No one is right, all of the time,
Being wealthy, does not make,
A person more wiser, in their mind,
The words that one person speaks,
Can lead another, to a lost find,
Everyone is on a personal path,
Accept, honest simple things too,
Listen follow positive signs.

This life, just a slice of our journey,
For our soul, which learns, in many ways,
Meet, inter act, with many different cultures,
Sharing, understanding, creates, positive times,
No trust, when money, more important, than people today,
From, wanna be the dictators, buying positions, to fabricated news,
Good ratings, are more important than truth is, for their bottom line.




                                      The Original: Tom Maxwell  © 08/04/2025 AD