We’re told to look forward: forge ahead, blaze a trail,
chart a course, carve out a path toward this
and then that and then next and then after.
Successes weighed in need, have, plan and later.
There is merit, though, in turning a head backward,
seeing stones tossed that landed, and those that missed a mark.
He puffed the magic dragon
Till he was ninety-three
And frolicked in a smoky mist
Beneath the ganja tree
With little pipes and papers
He loved to huff and puff
It made him think such silly things
And munch a bunch of stuff
All red-eyed he would travel
With puff deep in his pouch
To blaze a trail thru rain or hail
Or tatered on the couch
But then one day of sorrow
He could find no puff no more
And from then till the morrow
Was jonesing on the floor
Without his lifelong friend
He died lonely in his cave
Tho everyone that knew him
Laid sticky hops on his grave
Now he puffs the magic dragon
Above both you and me
And frolics in a smoky mist
Beneath the ganja tree
I shall not fail to rise and shine,
My place I shall find.
And with greatness as my destiny,
I shall stand tall with pride and dignity.
Success is about what I do,
And the world will be mine to conquer too.
Leader of tomorrow I accept with pride,
As parents and teachers stand by my side.
I will not fail to be the best,
As I surpass all the rest.
I will always blaze a trail,
I will never quit, I will not fail..
A woman of strength and grace,
A light that shines in every place,
With a heart full of courage and love,
I soar higher than the skies above.
I stand tall, confident and free,
Embracing all that I am meant to be,
With a fire burning deep inside,
I blaze a trail, unafraid to ride.
I know that greatness lies within,
And that I am capable of anything,
So I challenge myself each day,
To be the best version in every way.
I cultivate self-love and care,
And recognize the beauty that I’ve always held
I honor my worth and my soul,
And let my light shine, full and whole.
I inspire others with my drive,
And show them what it means to thrive,
I encourage them to be bold and true,
And to live the life they're meant to pursue.
So I will keep shining, like a radiant star,
And reach for the sky, near or far,
For I am a woman of strength and might,
A champion of all that is good and right.
We are children born of a nation in the midst of great change. The pains of labor sweeps our country with pangs of fear and uncertainty of an unknown future we find ourselves faced with.
Do we go blindly into this new age? With all this information and data we have at our finger tips, we still step blindly into tomorrow. We fight to hold on to values of yesterday because to us, they are a known, therefore a comfort. Take the known path. Never get lost, never see new things. Blaze a trail, so much to see to learn. Tomorrow is a new trail to be blazed. Maybe, just maybe, all it requires is a simple leap of faith. Step blindly into the unknown, let your faith be your guide.
In days of old the poets told a tale
A scout rode out to search the unforseen
To gather food and drink, to blaze a trail
A pious nobleman, charged by his queen
He was a fearless man and very wise
Outwitting those mistaking him a fool
His principles he would not compromise
His creed of life, "Obey the Golden Rule"
For many years he rode and sacrificed
His health and wealth, yet never one complaint
His pay for services grossly mispriced
They mourned him in the end, a selfless saint
The poets often cried, the tale so sad
His queen decreed henceforth,"He'll be called Dad"
Daniel Turner
Thank you Dad
I tried to blaze a trail through the snow-
Rather than wait for spring.
Hibernation is not a failure.
It’s ok to rest willingly.
Like a tree, you will still gain new rings.
And eventually, grow new leaves.
So please do not let yourself be a martyr in this snowstorm.
Please trust that warmth will soon replenish your strength.
You will still be as determined as ever.
But maybe slightly less stubborn.
And you will soon be the first to take those tentative steps into the warmth.
Trusting that they will all follow in droves.
On that first spring day.
As I go through a jungle field, I blaze a trail of tears,
and a war path of torture I tread. I keep trekking through
the mind-fields of life where little relief is certain. That is,
until I remember that September is coming. I hear her humming
in the distance and praying for me to hold on just a little bit longer.
Sweet September, my rock, my anchor, retriever of the battle scared
souls and those forced to pay high tolls. When I am spent and sold
and every bone seems to have been broken, I hasten to remember
whose team I'm on. Then I recall, and reenergized from the stall,
from the weariness of it all, I rise from the fall. September is coming!
She knows me by name and by sight and raises me from the blight.
Worn and torn with blood, sweat, and tears from years of conflict and woe,
I see September. Seeing September, now just ahead, hope rises from the
deep and sweeps me into her calming and strong arms.
082822PS
It is time to pack up, and run over the stepping stones.
Do not slip, for under the water lies sleeping bones.
I promise to blaze a trail through this fog, to let others escape.
But for the poor voices behind me, I can not wait.
There is nothing special out here.
But I can not risk becoming planted in there.
To shrivel up is not my fate.
I’d rather live in crisis than be poisoned behind that gate.
I've scrolled the pictures on my phone
Through racing days since curfew came,
Through restaurants, seascapes, flowering parks,
Like Eden lost beyond reclaim.
A memory came on my feed:
Three years ago, a pub with cats;
Your furry friend; a pint of beer;
Across the street a block of flats.
The towns are sitting silent now;
The shutters closed, the streets are bare,
And beer in cellars rots in peace,
And those who drank it gulp the air
On rounds of daily exercise.
Did shutdown stake its claim so fast?
Can mountains rear up at a word
Of order, and cut off the past?
The tracks that carry empty trains
Across the land where journeys end
At walls of mountains, make strange links
To Eden locked and found again.
The pictures tell their stories, tell
Of journeys that I made with you.
We stood our ground, and so we walked,
And through our steps the world was new.
And could words melt the mountain snow,
Or blaze a trail through unsafe ground,
To claim the garden that was lost,
The place where future past is found?
Author Dana Redricks
August 21, 2019
Whatever you do
Do it because you love it
Don't seek other people's praise
Seek to inspire and lift others up
Live out your dreams and make
them a reality
Don't let nothing hinder you or
stand in your way
If by chance you become famous
Some day
You will know you did it because
you loved it and to encourage
others and blaze a trail along
the way
Oh’ heart you are such a fragile thing, from you dancers dance and singers sing.
The painter paints their next masterpiece, with you in every stroke of the paintbrush or step, sudden movement in the dance routine.
You spark inspiration to pursue every ridiculous go against the grain aspirations hopes and dreams. Although you are the strongest muscle in the living body you are sensitive to pain, once you are broke how can you heal again? You are the root of all things that represent love and compassion. You are the fuel to where one can find their passion. Your language is a complex one because words are limited to what only emotions can say. You are the one who helps determine the tone of every day. If you are not feeling something than I’m not feeling something and the passion begins to fade. However once a connection is made the spark rekindles the fire deep inside to burn away to blaze a trail and follow whatever you are drawn to. Sometime in the form of I love you other times there may be the desire to do evil and corrupt things depending on the exposure. Once you are restored to your former state only you know the right time for everything and you are never late.
Come take a ride on my ebony thighs;
Sink deep into my intoxicating velvet walls
Envision black, brown, skin soaking up the moonlight
Touch my lips, with kisses, hard and full of passion
Embrace the beauty, lust, love-taste the forbidden, this is ecstasy
As the moonlight wraps around our soft mahogany flesh
As my lips blaze a trail from to your harden manly flesh
I want to make you quiver, shake, and moan
I want to take you to the edge of ecstasy, have you drink of my femininity and experience this love -dark mahogany
None are innocent
None seek Him
Blaze a trail
Not getting in
My terms My ways
Seem better these days
Open mouth
Closed ears
Quick to Anger
Shedding tears
A path is narrow
A gate is small
A light is needed
A voice calls
Now Him I hear
Hide not in fear
Worry not
Come my son
Open gate
Light is on
Should I trust
Should I run
Help me Lord!
I am done
A new life
New Creation
Made alive
Transformation
His terms His ways
Are better always
To go afar, to see and feel and breathe the places never seen by man
To adventure ones’ self, to test one’s skills, to do what one can
To blaze a trail, and make your personal mark, the axed tree oozing sap
To leave footprints on the virgin ground, to fill in the blanks on the map
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