A Path Taken

We all have our paths
some to success, to life,
but there is a dark road
very few dare to tread.

All your past digressions
and the prize is a step,
into the abyss, in faith

It is full of darkness and fear
full of broken dreams,
and hatred, beyond dark
there is real courage here

If one survives he loses,
himself, and the world,
to a pure view.
Do you dare?

St. John trod this lonely path
an unknown author wrote,
The Cloud of Unknowing
A place where you must face.

Stoic Poetry

A Better Way

There has to be a better way
Than going back and forth
Doing right, doing wrong
Because of how we were taught
Taught by them, who we are

No matter the bumps and bruises
No matter the scars or the pain
Can we simply believe in truth?
Born flawless we can never forget
What you say we are cannot be us

Stoic Poetry

The Night Sky

To the night sky I am drawn
promises of the dawn
that I were night, light devoid
that I were the darkness of shadow

I would yearn for the cradle of light
unto others would I bless?
twinkling gifts, starlets aglow
bright glow of souls borne aloft

To live in my own light
to drink into myself of the flames
that break forth from me
banish the night

Night, now do all songs of lovers awaken
night, now thoughts of longing break forth
as a fountain
and my soul is the song of a loving one

Stoic Poetry


I remember standing on a broken field
With crippled wings beating the sky
Facing dogs of war with their nature revealed
And our chances passing and failing

If I could let these memories heal
I would remember you with me on that field
When I thought that I fought this war alone
When I thought that I fought without a cause

Turn the page, I need to see something new
For now my fragile innocence is torn
I will not linger on this stunted view
Like so many rabid dogs of war

Stoic Poetry

Hold On

Hold on to what you are
Guard close your heart
Flames climb into the night
Lapping at our heels
They aim to tear us apart

These days try to bind us
Bound by mortal chains
But time is on our side
Patience always the virtue
Far beyond our remains

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Along The Road

Passing field’s of waving grain
Waiting for some coming rain
The waning sun at the fields edge
Winking behind the Hawthorne hedge

Birds of all kinds skim along
Swooping to share a special song
Longing shadows line the road
As clouds drift by with their heavy load

Stoic Poetry