Through The Cracked Window (Revisited)
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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
Some days are perfect
In all their imperfection
Being what is meant to be
Flowing without direction
Riding on the ripples
No resistance at all
Riding where it takes us
Just heeding life’s call
Living is in the balance
Becoming, as we make it
Always having the choice
Flames to snuff or keep lit
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Shadow walk behind me
Always keeping pace
Especially on sunny days
Bright sun on my face
Growing long in ending day
Where I end and you begin
Blurrs into one and the same
Becoming a single point in time
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The words are whispered
So no one is able to hear
“I am tired” not meant
For anyone’s ear’s
So we plod on
In a world we live
Amongst many others
With little left to give
Stoic Poetry
Can you see my eyes
I am who you were
You seem so surprised
The gradual change
So hard to see
As you were becoming
What I came to be
Years were so long
But still they passed
And now I stand looking
In this faded glass
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Stoic Poetry
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
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
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
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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
Stoic Poetry
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 