Through The Cracked Window (Revisited)
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The poet writes in dark of night,
Recounted jewels from my brow,
Through all the day and heavenly light,
Brings a new smile at new art now.
Shedding the soft note in every line,
Steal up the sermon against my time,
Before this kind sweet muse of mine,
The search for memories once sublime.
Stoic Poetry
Creation, beyond thought
Beyond the image and word
It cannot to be communicated
It was never formulated
Often wrapped up in speeches
Never in complete awareness
It cannot be used or sold
In the market, to be haggled
Misunderstood by the mind
Without means to touch it
The sharp instrument of logic
Always misses the point
Stoic Poetry
The event horizon breaches
Sunlight washing a world
Upon crystalline field’s
Frosted diamonds shine
The point of no return
As the new day breaks
For all to see; few do
The eternal cares not
One world of many, alone
Le point verge, of this one
Never to be denied or lost
Observing the point of all
Stoic Poetry
Some might say it is a break
Others may call it a boundary
One we are forbidden to cross
Between the ‘normal’ world
To a place filled with unknowns
Where sanity is free to roam
Once it has been experienced
There is little reason to return
Not knowing the side or the loss
Stoic Poetry
A lifetime of building
Castles upon the sand
Never thinking about
Foundations on which we stand
Illusions of grandeur
We live our day to day
Striving further upwards
Thinking that here we will stay
Creation, born of destruction
As all things must surely fall
Yet we cling to what we know
Living with our back against the wall
Stoic Poetry
The grip is strong
To write is to breathe
Struggling days
I choose to believe
There is a story to tell
So I will write it
Page by blank page
I will pen every bit
When the day is done
There is creation
Where once a void gaped
A world from patience
Stoic Poetry
Every word is priceless
A jewel in life’s crown
So easily given and taken
Too quickly thrown around
Words can move mountains
Or bury in the deep
When silence can be spoken
Or given for others to keep
Stoic Poetry
To walk along windswept shores
Ties curled in cool wet sand
Blustering clouds drift above
Knowing exactly where I stand
I can’t fix what’s meant to be
It only hurts when I breathe
Whispers tend to crucify my mind
Ocean waves help me to believe
Stoic Poetry
While our spirits entwine with forest delights
Thoughts become gentle among natures sights
Learning to hear what life’s natures gifts are worth
Inviting us to see the wondrous beauty of Earth
As forests can stir feelings some may never feel
The subtle answers given by nature are very real
Urging us to listen to instincts we forgot we knew
Learning to walk lightly as other creatures do
Stoic Poetry
Beyond the edge of memoriesÂ
lies a place without time
Where the ebb and flowÂ
are the rhythm and the rhyme
A place beyond all things
Where everything begins
To where all things returnÂ
And endless possibilities singÂ
This place most primordial
Breathes birth into the world
No past, not even a future
Where our present is unfurled
Stoic Poetry
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 