When Words Cease

Something is different
Something has changed
Realization; the quiet
No thought or rabble
A clarity so perfect
Nothing to be rearranged

Once it is noticed
It seems to fade away
Nothing to be held
Nothing to be sought
A background to all
No one to see anyway

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A Feeling

The feeling something is missing
That last turn along the road
The hesitation and yearning
Memories of the stories told

Feeling destined for other things
Yet no idea what they are
So you question everything
Before you have gone too far

Exactly where you find yourself
Is where you are meant to be
Becoming aware, then to know
There never was a path to see

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Faces

The look is clear upon the faces
Masked, shielded from the world
Protection from words hurled

The illusion becomes the truth
Forgotten is who they were
A stranger trapped in a mirror

Misguided wandering souls
Becoming the roles they play
Becoming more lost every day

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The Rabbit Hole

Is there a right way for how this goes?
You have your friends, along with foes
Wanting a piece of what you’ve sought
Forgetting your name like they forgot

Some want to see you crash and burn
And they criticize every word you sing
I’m trying to keep from going insane
Isn’t that the way of this whole damn thing

Nobody will hold your hand to guide you through
It has always been up to you to remain true
Nobody can ever truly feel another’s pain
Too often just something else to feign

Today, you should say all you have to say
Is there a right way for being strong?
Still, most are just here barely holding on
Feeling like they’re doing things all wrong

Confess my heart and forgive my wrongs
If not you then who’s left when it has gone?
When all is done, and it’s time to fade away
Don’t point the blame when you can’t find a way

Look at yourself and you might find something
It’s time that we finally get this sorted out
So listen very closely to the sound of your soul
And forget all of the things we complain about

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True Eyes

Through mist; shadows walk
Clarity vanished long ago
Flickering screens; tired eyes
Seeing only what they allow

Truth has been discouraged
Eyes forward; silence is golden
Speak only when spoken to
The words they want to hear

True Eyes watch the madness
Actions without consciousness
Repeating all the words of old
Failure then will never work now

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Whispers Upon The Wind

The softest voice
Brings a smile to my face
Secrets are shared
In this holiest place

Boughs creak and sway
Reaching out to me
Listening to what they say
Whispers of what will be

We talk of seasons past
Of those yet to come
Of things that will last
And where we are from

But the day grows long
So I must take my leave
While they whisper a song
To the story they weave

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Not Special

Hurry up it is time to grow old
Hurry up before your blood runs cold
Not one of us was ever meant to stay
But I suppose we will all find out one day

So it will never matter if you win first place
We were never built to run it like a race
So many ways show we are all the same
Wasting; waiting for fifteen minutes of fame

Life is not for the faint of heart
I’m not trying to tear anyone apart
But not one of us is all that special
And I’m not trying to sound ineffectual

If you take it down a notch, let me explain
That on this earth we are all the same
Filled with pride, and we’re condescending
I won’t hold my breath for some happy ending

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Rising

Out of the black, into blue
Feel the rain as we move into
Blackened skies, where we roam
Bending trees and lifting stones

Take a bow, take the leap
Collide upon the growing heap
Chaos rises as we near
Soon no sounds are left to hear

Out of the blue, into the black
See the stars beyond the crack
Rising see no one is alone
Above the trees and ashen bones

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Once

It was a place of Magik
A place we came from
Before we understood
When we had only begun

Before once upon a time
Became the here and now
Where boundaries abound
Through this life we plow

Innocence once reigned
But it is taken from us
By what they teach
With greed and lust

Many things lost forever
Never to be regained
Staring at a starry sky
From the little that remains

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Can I Be?

Can I be the one I was meant to be
True of heart with the clarity to see
Can I stand for everything that’s good
Or will I fall as those who have stood

Can I be strong when weakness calls
Can I be wise when all around chaos falls
Will I choose what I will become
Or will I bend before my time is done

Can I be a light on the darkest night
Can I be everything I thought I might
Time will tell what may be true
But I will always be there for you

Stoic Poetry