My Poem “Resource Allocation”

Within every living, breathing,
and continuous system on Earth
there is always an allocation of resources...
every day is filled with so much
and with so many people wanting
a piece of the metaphorical pie of life...
everybody wakes up with an agenda -
even those people who say
that they have no plans
are looking and waiting for something
to direct their choices...
everybody has a morning routine;
everybody has an afternoon delight
that they like to indulge in
every now and again;
everbody has an evening of escapism
when, which, and where they can be themselves
without having to wear a disguise.

Even in an orchestra of many players,
of many instruments,
there are those who simply love
the opportunity to play and to perform -
and there are always those
who hope to sit alongside the conductor
and get to do a solo...
there are people who are team players -
but who also like it when they can
be me made to feel special,
when they can make their mark,
and when they can play the tune
that others afterwards
will continue to follow.

Nothing is unlimited -
even the time and the light of a star
runs its course and then fades slowly,
until the instance when
its speed and its luminosity
becomes a shadow of its
optimal energy and motion...
there is always a turnaround
of everything - a reconstitution:
when something is taken apart
and then put back together again...
everyone, over the course of every day,
starts in one state of mind
and then transitions into another -
and there is no knowing
what will happen to anybody
during the time that they are
in conscious and physical
contact with the world around them -
because, every day, the world delivers
instances of insight and adaptation
throughout its process of
resource allocation.

My Poem ‘The Zone’

The best days
have yet to be lived;
the best poems
have yet to be written;
the best of things
anybody is able to have
and are able to give;
the best way to learn
how to create
is to look, to listen,
to think, and to imagine.

Moving forwards;
stepping backwards;
looking left, looking right;
learning new words;
discovering new worlds;
saving the best for last;
constantly reaching towards the light.

What gives a writer such power,
what gives a warrior such strength,
what gives a cheetah such speed,
is the same heart that helped
build the tallest of towers,
is the same will that once made
knights of armour fight to the death,
and it is the same fire of inspiration
within me that can be found
emblazoned in every line
and verse of my poetry.

If you want to be strong
you have got to walk tall;
if you want to get through
to the other side of something
you have got to push;
if you want to savour the moment of something
be sure to remember not to rush;
if you want to know
the right way to go
then sometimes you have got to feel the path
before you see it
and make the final judgment call.

Everything is a resource;
every spark is a power source;
every idea is a leap into the unknown;
everyone has a secret place they can go to
when they need to truly focus on something
and get into the zone.