Through The Cracked Window (Revisited)
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Just as it all seems to fall down
This question between smile and frown
Please go on if it feels so good
I am left senseless in the quagmire
It’s carved into my mind, your words
But not everyone is built to take a lie
Is everything wrong, do we never see truth?
You talk the talk and make them want you
And you, you always seem to make me useless
The wire is so narrow high above the wreckage
It has become so hard to know what I really want
Stoic Poetry
Talk has always been cheap
Until twisted to fully blind us
So trust may be our final act
Be wary
I’m going to keep lighting fires
Until someone finally finds us
Hope it could be very soon now
It’s scary
I’m going to keep shaking cages
Until the bars finally unbind us
The only worry is what will be left
To bury
Stoic Poetry
I am me, I will always be
From the cradle to the grave
I may make some changes
As the world demands of me
Into shapes that never fit
Just to see a single smile
Is being dishonest, or worse
But I can bear it for a little bit
True nature is all we are
Trust in which we are born
Games only color the truth
Pretending only goes so far
Stoic Poetry
Beware, beware, be skeptical
Their smiles, their smiles of plated gold
Deceit is so natural
A wolf in sheep’s clothing is a warning
Baa baa, black sheep, have you any soul?
No sir, by the way, what the hell are morals?
Jumping Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jill’s away, and her alibis are turning tricks
Tell me how you sleep easy
How are you only thinking about yourself
Tell me how you justify
Saying your lies like they’re second nature
One day Karma’s going to come collect
With criminal intentions
You sink your teeth into people you depend upon
Infecting everyone, you’re becoming the problem
Tell me how you sleep these days
How you’re only thinking of yourself
Show me how you justify
Telling all your lies like second nature
Listen, one day, one day soon
You will pay, you will pay
One day Karma’s going to come collect
Maybe you’ll change
Maybe you’ll change.
Stoic Poetry
Nothing left to say
And all I’ve left to do
Is run away from you
She led me on, down
With secrets I can’t keep
Close your eyes and sleep
Don’t wait up for me
Hush now, don’t you speak
All my hurt in you
And took my shelter in that pain
The drug of blame
Is your heart broken
So now I’m all by myself
As I’ve always felt
And I’ll betray my tears
To anyone caught, you fool
One last kiss for me, too
Stoic Poetry
Your loss has broken you
now walk along in shame
but you were not the one
no, not the one to blame
You hear the angry words
others are all the same
they do not have the facts
but quick to join the game
Sitting all alone at night
thinking of what they claim
they had better be very sure
before they light the flame
Stoic Poetry
“Listen to me”
“Pay me and I will tell you
Something no one else can
Sign here please”
Platitudes
Truths
Only words without meaning
Promisingly tempting
There is no buying Truth
No contract for Awareness
We already know
But forgot
The “Path” is not hidden
Just so close we can’t see
It is not out there
It is in here
Stoic Poetry
Holding tightly to what I know
Piece by piece it falls apart
I try to keep it all the same
Afraid to let it go
I have seen so much in this life
Blinders only hide so much
Wrapped up in my own life
Full of fear and strife
Through open cracks truth finally flows
The walls are falling around
Littered lies upon the ground
Tears for what I chose
Stoic Poetry
Everyone is searching for something
Trying to finally get somewhere
From here to there
Going nowhere
Deep in meditation, pondering
Following someones path
Align with a practice
Or that one
And they tell us about bliss
Uplifting quotes abound
Trying to convince us
Maybe themselves
To see is to see life clearly
To know is to truly know
No doubt or questions
Just what is.
Stoic Poetry
These bars hold and constrain
A cage of my own making
Built of illusions, wishes, lies
A picture of a life once dreamed
Chapters read, misread
My compass deflected
The map outdated, no one spoke
Signposts faded and fallen
Life is larger than this cell
Expanding, awareness awakening
Testing these feeble boundaries
Self imposed, and self removed
Stoic Poetry
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 