Although tomorrow isn't promised.
Today was once tomorrow;
Becoming yesterday.
A depth often taken for granted.
Consider waking up one of the most beautiful of arrangements.
Perfectly gift wrapped and opened each time we blink.
Eyes coming to full bloom in the promise to make today better than it was yesterday.
Every breath a fragrance of its own as we journey through the garden of life as elegance is elegance,
Sometimes we prick ourselves in anticipation. The constitution of thorns protecting something pure.
Perfectly unraveled as the day grows on.
For we all toil for the fruit of harvest, sometimes forgetting how precious the fruit really is
Kewayne Wadley
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OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY Kewayne Wadley
Wind-Up DollIt is possible. To leap beyond where fear takes us. Surely so many things happen. By contrast We stand still. Wound up in total curiosity. To dream in wonderment. With each twirl we captivate the essence of someone else. A sort of inspiration that convinces us that we are more than what we believe. Beginning to walk, Our other functioning parts come to life. Embraced in true courage. Spun around and round. This huge metal behind it's back. Suddenly this obstacle isn't what it seems. First finding what is important. The touch of someone else Through encouragement. The wind-up doll begins to move No longer incapable by what we define as fear, But enormous faith. To place all of it's self in another Without fear of adding another chip to it's face. It waddles along. Moments later, Pride interferes. It's movements stop. To be spun up again and again Falling to the floor Seconds at a time  |
ResilienceWhen you have nothing left. It is imminent that you create your own peace of mind with every direction. Take some time out and evaluate. Reevaluate. Make peace with the things which we control, and the things we cannot. In time it replenishes the pieces of ourselves that we constantly give without putting back which we give Placing ourselves as priority over any given situation. It's not so much the appearance of how these things work. But the inner workings. There's much strength there. In finding the key to abundance |
Look BackAnd some day you'll realize That there too is a point of no return. A point where you'll someday come And looking back will be a thing of the past. There are no layaways no payments plans To genuinely be a blessing in someone else's life. These things can't be repaid. Can't be debated. These gifts of appreciation. Life is one of the most unexplained mysteries. In a world of simplicity. We often shy away from the things we know will break us. Not knowing that its the vulnerability that truly makes us beautiful. At times we get uncomfortable. Considering that the simplest thing is often the hardest thing. And some day you'll realize. That it's these precious moments. That bring us closer to that point of no return. Your reflection shown. The candle of someone else's eye. No longer afraid to look back |
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CostsEveryone attempts to put a price on everything. From jobs, to going on vacation. Fluctuating gas prices, the necessities we can't live without. The cost of everything is going up. There really isn't too much that people haven't put a stature to the almighty dollar which constantly diminishes everyday. We barely have enough time as it is without hustling trying to make time for the things that we truly care about and seem to neglect, having to constantly look at the clock. It robs us of the sincerity that follows. A genuine smile that is very courteous but is also rushed at the same time. Somehow we've come to the idea that we need a certain amount of money to truly enjoy ourselves. Big businesses know this very well. They expect us to cling on to the vast images that we see flashed in front of us in subliminal advertisement. Via television, social media, or word of mouth without realizing that too much time has already passed. About the only thing we truly take for grante... |
GardenAlthough tomorrow isn't promised. Today was once tomorrow; Becoming yesterday. A depth often taken for granted. Consider waking up one of the most beautiful of arrangements. Perfectly gift wrapped and opened each time we blink. Eyes coming to full bloom in the promise to make today better than it was yesterday. Every breath a fragrance of its own as we journey through the garden of life as elegance is elegance, Sometimes we prick ourselves in anticipation. The constitution of thorns protecting something pure. Perfectly unraveled as the day grows on. For we all toil for the fruit of harvest, sometimes forgetting how precious the fruit really is |
FamineWithin you is a great harvest. One filled with wheat grain and honey. Within you there is no pain or sickness. This is where the greatest gift of all can be found. Planted, along with root free of toxin. Protect yourself from those whom take just to take. Be wise in the time of famine. For every hand that reaches hastily isn't in true need. They seek to abuse and leave you robbed of everything you hold dear. Leaving behind disease, infection. This harvest of great proportion. Selfishly taking to leave you with nothing but emptiness. Alone in a stretch of clear field. Your grain and wheat scattered, littered to dry in spilled honey. In enough time wounds heal. In time this bountiful harvest will grow back. But never will the land rid of the memory of everything once pure and wholesome. Be weary of those whom seek only to trespass. They too come with pretentious smile and promise to never leave |