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How far can you really go
Down this path you’re on
How much further
Until all hope is gone?
Have you noticed the dark
The time is getting late
There is no one here for you
No one to share in your fate
Fear might be useful right now
But you lost that long ago
Maybe a little common sense
Step back and take it slow
Take my hand and turn around
It is only for your own good
Turn around and follow me
I would take your place if I could
Stoic Poetry
Unheard voices sing on high
Choral symphonies of harmony
Preaching peace and love for all
Beyond our sight we cannot see
We on earth are blind and deaf
In mortal lives of pain and fear
If each could only try to listen
One of us might begin to hear
Stoic Poetry
Everything breaks apart
In the course of a lifetime
In the ruins of madness
There’s a ghost of a chance
You may call me a dreamer
You may call me a fool
Rising from the rubble
Rebirth to a kinder place
In flames the past is burned
A rising sun bringing hope
Stoic Poetry
Before you have go
Give me just one more night
To show you just how I feel
I lost all my control
If it takes my whole damn life
I’ll make this up to you
Kind of like the waves
That roll their whole life towards somewhere
Crashing on the shore
It’s blown in by the wind
That carries the clouds to hide
My wish on a fallen star
Stoic Poetry
Where exactly am I ?
How did I get here?
Day by day creeping
Sneaking up on me
Can you show me the path?
I didn’t think you could
All the lies you told
Before you left me here
Promises were made
Were made to break
I will never stoop
And I will never break
Stoic Poetry
I used to have words
The turn of a phrase
Eloquence in the sound
I used to find words
Unknown to most
Change was not found
I now have no words
Yet live by the meaning
To the truth now bound
Stoic Poetry
A jumble of fading footprints
all the hasty steps I can’t retrace
trying to get back to that place
I walk alone, no matter where I go
It’s ends up being only for show
The more I try to move on
Is the more I feel alone
Always chilled to the bone
asking is it over yet
what I would rather forget
Stoic Poetry
Nowhere to go and nowhere to be
These moments,
so few and far between
When time slows; the crawling
of the old man
Time was never the enemy,
foisted upon an unsuspecting victim
No, it is only us killing the old man,
wasting these moments until they cease
Stoic Poetry
Flames rise as broken soul’s fall
So few remain to heed the call
Many stumble along unaware
So many just do not even care
Hypocrites will lead the exodus
Zealots from the last precipice
Talking faith and truth; all lies
Preaching to the last on high
Innocents without arrogance
Regain their own true inheritance
Never seeing the great strife
Too busy living a better life
Stoic Poetry
Over your grave I spoke
Holding a red, red rose
Gusts of freezing cold air
Telling me you were there
Always asking questions why
My life is overrated but I
Never expected that I’d
Underestimated my love for you
Stoic Poetry
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 