Tomorrow

When today becomes tomorrow,
A few more hours we can borrow.
We arise from sleep, all fresh and bright,
Ready for the day, eager for the fight.

But wait, what’s this? Reality’s bite!
Coffee! We need it, all strong and right.
To face the world with caffeine’s rush,
And make it through, the morning push.

So here we go, in a whirl and spin,
The everyday farce, let’s jump on in.
From morning commute to evening sigh,
Life’s absurdities, as the day rushes by.

For when today becomes tomorrow,
There is no time to linger in sorrow.
Seize each day with laughter and cheer,
Embracing the irony that life holds dear.

Stoic Poetry.

Knowing

The tenants of Humanity
A gift from the beginning
Inherent to each one of us
Traits of our own bringing

The term; commandment
Knowing no better a word
Guidance within our coding
As belief becomes absurd

We have known all along
Never needing to be told
That as we do unto others
So too our lives will unfold

Stoic Poetry

Lemon Dawn

Lemon Dawn

A struggling sun, nights remnant
Pouring into the world’s glass
Only half full, against the empty
As for all things, this too shall pass

Pale lemon stained landscapes
Struggling to capture the light
Only to hold it for one more day
Before again hiding it from sight

And so it goes, dawn for dawn
In a palette of colours so broad
From the subtle greys of winter
To summers raucous applaud

Stoic Poetry

Falling

Gentle and smooth,
falling to melodic clacks.
Easy to sidestep,
too small to make a crack.

Pebbles; a part of life,
taken in stride, as ripples.
Sometimes they grow,
large enough to cripple.

Ride the wave, they say,
maybe come away stronger.
But you cannot swim,
or hold on any longer.

Stoic Poetry

Fading Light

Golden days slipping away
Mind’s eye cast on final hour
Searching for that elusive truth
Memories dance in dimming light
Youthful dreams now distant haze
Ebbing time, a relentless tide
Fading light, the journey’s end

Stoic Poetry

The Line

When the end draws a line
When forever has a time
I will fight the pain within
Until I become whole again

Screaming at the faded sun
An empty shell I have become
This shallow grave where I lie
Holding onto this earthly sigh

Time has left me exhausted
Dare I make one final bid?
I won’t stop until it shows
In a struggle no one knows

Stoic Poetry

Long Gone

Where have I been, where have I gone?
Vague images, memories of faces and places, unknown

Times I don’t always recall, just shapes in a mist, within the fog.
Was I always here, or did I just arrive, was I awake, or even alive?

Please tell me, let me in on the joke.
I can hear them talking, yet I just now awoke.
This feeling of failing, though I have never lived, yet I give all I have to give.

For now I will let it go, and if no one can tell me, I will never ever know.

Stoic Poetry.

Scars

I add another scar to my collection
It’s been a while since the last one.
The scars don’t write a song for me at all
And I am the last one to hear the call.

Words can always leave a permanent mark
Echoes to ring through all the endless years.
Memory can be the most cruel of reminders
As we try to live this life a little kinder.

Stoic Poetry

Days of Respect

Days of Respect

When joy was abundant,
and respect was the norm,
People walked together,
through life’s raging storm.

Laughter filled the air,
as kindness ruled the day,
But those golden days,
seem so far away.

Stoic Poetry

The Uncertain Night

Darkness falls upon the weary earth
Uncertainty whispers on the gentle breeze
The night holds its breath, in fear of the dawn
Shadows dance in the fading light
As time stands still in this eternal moment

The world awaits with bated breath in the unknowing
Will the sun rise, have we reached the end?
The uncertain night lingers, before a dawn that may never come

Stoic Poetry

The Unforgiving Dance

Growing older, a heavier burden takes hold
Regrets linger, as shadows in fading light
Lost dreams, now fallen leaves in autumn’s cold
In a changing world, memories fade from sight

Moments vanish, leaving only whispers behind
Remembering days when hope was so bold
Aching souls, burdened by the weight of time
Regrets in bloom, the roses in a garden untold

Stoic Poetry