An Ode to Crazy People

© 2017 by P Michael Biggs

Crazy people are crazy.

They do things others

won’t do.

They go where others

dare not go.

Crazy people see

life differently.

They see what has

never been.

They see what

could be.

Crazy people think they

can change the world.

And sometimes they do.

Crazy people know

the sky is not the limit,

for there are footprints

on the moon.

Crazy people know that

the mind is so capable,

so full of infinite possibilities.

Call me crazy,

but I think I see gold

in them thar’ hills.

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The Leap

© 2017 by P Michael Biggs

We come to the edge,

The end of where we are

And peer at the next step.

Will we leap?

Will we take the plunge?

Do we have enough stuff

inside us to jump?

Of course, there is fear.

Will it work?

Will they buy?

Will they listen and read?

Will they like us?

Will they come back?

Will we still be friends?

Are we strong enough?

Tough dilemmas.

Tough decisions.

And what next?

We search for a parachute,

a safety net,

a guarantee.

There are none –

not one.

Are we prepared enough,

skilled enough,

talented enough,

thinking enough?

Have we studied enough,

read enough?

And one fine day

We leap.

We fall …

and then the winds of success

catch our sails

and we soar,

we fly,

we become!

What a moment!

We find success at the edge

of our dreams and hopes,

and after we leap.

I say LEAP…

and happy landings.

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We Need Dreamers

© 2017 by P Michael Biggs

We need a few dreamers,

people who go where

we should not go,

men and women who

brave the wilderness,

who map out new frontiers,

who invent the future.

Yes, we need a few dreamers.

We need dreamers who will

overcome the nay-sayers,

and run past ‘stop signs’

just because they can.

We need dreamers who

see tomorrow today,

who lead us where 

we don’t know

we need to go.

We need dreamers 

who will help invent 

what we need 

even though we don’t know 

what we need

We need dreamers who look

at the distant hills and say,

“I wonder what’s over there,”

and then they go

and find out.

We need dreamers 

who don’t know the bounds 

of earth, and time, and space.

They just go out 

and find the edges,

and push them further out.

They dream of ‘what if’ and then …

they lasso it and bring it home.

Where can we find

some dreamers like this?

Where, indeed.

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