Moment in Time

Love tender,
Live long,
Be kind,
Stay strong.

Live in this moment in time.
The future hasn't happened yet,
And the past is far behind.

Everyday is a new day.
So let's forget the old, start up the new. 
When you do remember, remember the good times,
They can outweigh the bad few.  

This moment is a gift.
We came up with the perfect name for it.

The present.
The future and past are just in our minds.
Nightmares and dreams to make us hesitant. 
Because we think the future is where happiness lies, 
Where we will find our vanilla skies, 
Everything is perfect in the future.

Big, shiny, and new. 
It makes it hard to remember that this moment
Is the only thing that's true.

And it's tough to focus on the present
When we are stuck remembering the hurt in our past,
When, this moment.
Yo this moment is where it's at!

We could be chilling like ice cream,
Living like fruit flies,
We've only got 'til Tuesday.
live like every moment counts.

1...2...3...
4...5...6...
7...8...9...
10...

Those ten moments are now over.
Gone with the wind.
So, let's spend our future moments
Breathing in their awesomeness!
 (Take a deep breath with me)

And the oxygen. 
Deep into our lungs,
Feeling like we are floating on air,
Light and fly as a feather.

Oh, and one more thing,
Fuck the word forever.  
Because the future and I'm speaking the truth,
It's all a lie.

Anything can happen. Anyone can live. 
Anyone can die. 
Focus on right now,
And it will put a smile on your face.

Just look around
Because, Oh Snap,
You are in a pretty cool place.  
The past can make you stronger.

But, only if you remember the love, 
Stop letting the pain leave you Frozen,
Let It Go!
You're not who you used to be,

And you should know, you can change your thoughts
At any time. The only you, lives right now.  
Every past moment is just a story in your mind; 
Of times long ago.

When, maybe the sun didn't shine.
Maybe times were hard,
Maybe you were mad.
But, what if that's just a story, and, 

1...2...3...
4...5...6...
7...8...

This moment is all you had.

© 2016, Noah Weaver. All rights reserved.

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Sitting in Your Heart

Sitting in your heart,
I have the most amazing view.
I can see the inner workings of your soul.
A little bit of your rib cage too.

Your body is a work of art.
And as if that weren't enough,
Your mind, how I would love
For it to be mine to pick apart.

Discover what you have discovered.
See the dreams you wish to uncover.
Hear about the past ones
And hope I can be your future lover.

Sitting in your heart
I feel strong as a rock.
The drum beat under my feet
Moves me; but only closer.

Sitting in your heart I find closure
Although this is only the beginning|
I am so sure
That we won't have beef
This relationship will be kosher.

And even if there ever is an ending
From the time of now,
To the time of us bending and breaking
When our hearts have done too much aching.
And our bodies start to crumble from all the quaking,
The end is in sight.
But, in the morning when I'm waking.

I don't want to pack up my bags,
I don't want you to leave.
Let's rewind and replay in slow motion.
Re-find the love again.
I say with my voice shaking
"My heart is yours for the taking.”

And, if you do take it.
Carve it out.
Make a home inside.
Gaze into the wonder
Outside your window.
Would you look at that view?
Now do you see what I see
In you.

It’s powerful.
It's like
Lightning
Striking
Over and over again.
No, this will not be the end.

© 2017, Noah Weaver. All rights reserved.

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Hope Continues

The ocean is on fire
Doom looms over the horizon
But this morning I woke up
And the sun was still shinin’

Hate, with his brows furrowed in rage
Aims to take with wrath
Love, with her smile softened by peace
Will always have the last laugh

Hope continued marching on
Coursing, causing veins to glow
I am beauty’s witness as I see fall leaves,
buzzing bumbling bees or the occasional rainbow

I’ve often asked
Is this the end?
And Hope always replies
”No, I don’t think so.”

© 2025, Noah Weaver. All rights reserved.

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Last Dancers

I’ll be honest, I am scared.
I don’t know when it happened,
But out of nowhere, no one cared.

No one even cares about putting themselves first.
People don't care if they have it bad
As long as somebody else has it worse.

As long as they're not at the bottom they can play like they're on top.
How did we become so broken?
Why have we let our hearts rot?

Like, congratulations you're ahead,
But the entire pyramid is crumbling to the ground
It all turns to dust when the sun goes down.

How long has it been crazy? Is this a new thing?
Or are we just stuck at the eternal apex of a pendulum’s swing?
Mother Earth is diseased, she has a fever. The water is rising.

There is no more peace, bombs are dropping, our neighbors are dying.
People, we have the potential to be brilliant, we can figure this out.
It's still not too late to stop harming at alarming rates and choose harmony as our route.

I'm going to keep asking questions.
Cause I don’t have all the answers.
But I do know we’ve got to keep going, we’ve got to keep loving, and that we are not the last dancers.

© 2025, Noah Weaver. All rights reserved.

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Garden of Thoughts

A garden of thoughts
Can be peaceful or deadly,
What you grow matters.

© 2017, Noah Weaver. All rights reserved.

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This poem is in my poetry book Garden of Thoughts.