Solitary words yet to be paired
A blank page, facing another
A match is made, entangled
The candlelit room twilight
So far from summer days
As the hours pass and fall away
Stoic Poetry
By Degrees
Clutches
I have been held
Beyond what should have been
Addicted beyond hope
The vices I should have seen
Times will always change
As is the way of this life
Letting go is so hard to do
When it becomes the only vice
Stoic Poetry
Morning Routine
4am and the cats want food
Gentle paw strokes bring the light
Coffee is brewing too slow
Excited fur balls around my feet go
On the deck as dawn awakens
Writing a few new daily lines
Blank pages are a favorite thing
The fresh day and what it brings
A world at peace in quiet of sleep
I prayed to God my soul to keep
That others may remain safe
As daylight brings another wave
Stoic Poetry
When She Smiles
The world is a little lighter
Gloomy days a little brighter
When a simple little smile
All that is needed for a while
Words sooth a restless soul
In a world that’s taken a toll
She calms this manic mind
Words beautiful and kind
I have found my home
A land I have never known
And I will stay right here
With my heart ever near
Stoic Poetry
Say No More
The need to share
Every detail of a life
The selfish crowd reigns
Reflections; a delusional mirror
Taking no responsibility
Never accepting any blame
The illusion is not the truth
A world that came and went
Two stories, but not the same
Stoic Poetry
Oblivious
A world made of smaller ones
Divisive groups, fearful schemes
Keeping them far away from us
Filtered through media screens
In oblivion lives are lived apart
Hoarding what we have gained
Seeing more of the differences
And not how we are the same
Dice were rolled, we were born
The gamble of better or worse
With blinders covering our eyes
Some are blessed, others cursed
Stoic Poetry
Littered Paths
In overgrown glades
Paths reclaimed
Torn maps
Littered landscapes
Where they have lain
Cold air bite this breath
This sting of life
Within these veins
Aimless and true
The cost that I tithe
Stoic Poetry
Wandering
As I wander through this life
Steer the sun, the melody of spring
We heard a day too glad for strife
Forth through the air for a slender thing
Stoic Poetry
Unnoticed
The signs were there
The slightest tarnish
The lackluster sheen
Coating the varnish
They call it a patina
At the end of the day
Removed and hung
Taken off and put away
Shine became rust
With pits and dings
The armor wears out
Like most other things
But I will wear it still
Until the end of days
The battle is borne
Holding the world at bay
Stoic Poetry
Blinded
There were times when nothing mattered
A time when the edge was only a dream
No one can explain how this could happen
Always trying not to take this too far now
Surely we have been made for another place
Where every sound is a symphony yet unheard
Temptation is falling and calling us home
Beyond the boundaries of the city lights
When that moment comes, who will be your help?
Heaving the last air of a world slipping away
Seeing colors we have never seen before
Voices in the dark call but no one listens
Stoic Poetry
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 