Through The Cracked Window (Revisited)
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Never looking for a tomorrow
Day falls upon souls with sorrow
Smooth was my heart
With a bridge of blame
Dark was her life
With a sullen flame
They sat and then fled
From the crowded city
Skipping their feet
To the melody of pity
A song to me and the world of youth
Yet from their faces shines a living truth
Stoic Poetry
The days are blown by wind and rain,
Fading light yearns with a beam of flame,
Shone on my dimmed eye with sudden pain,
Gather the good earth to hide the shame.
Swift as the sparkle to the mountain,—
Smooths these green banks with a tender sign,
With herb that rock, by forest fountain,
In the softest way of my changes shine.
Stoic Poetry
I would fight on for you
Through fire and flood
When all is said and done
What is a heart without blood?
Braving blows in silence
Rarely a word being said
Steadfast in the journey
Bleeding to know I am not dead
The sum, more than the parts
There is a value cherished
As the storm will break
And we will never perish
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I ruled the world,
Mine to do with as I pleased
Boundaries were laid
Seen as walls to climb
Pulling at the stones
I tore them down
They begged me to stop
Leaving the rubble behind
I piled them high
Building my own
Building empires
That no one else could find
Now I look out at
Those begging to enter
But the gates are closed
Protecting me from my kind
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When truth parts the draped veil
Combing the daylight for signs
Marketing another year for sale
Waiting to sign on the dotted line
Standing the ground, a last stand
Long life bent the broken man
Came the fire to break my hand,
They’ll get you in the end if they can.
Stoic Poetry
Walk with light in a darkening world,
Day’s sorrow with her secret smile.
Looking up to the blush of the sunshine,
Open up my dimmed eyes as I walk a mile.
Wearily they looked, without a care,
Youth’s early smile born of ripening fruit.
Wield their dark boughs to the virgin air,
Life grown of cruel moments near its root.
Gazing upon it with an anxious sigh,
Read the blue heavens with naked eyes.
The homage to men, each sun must die,
To smile, in the light of distant skies.
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Curtained rain washing yesterday’s dirt
The last barren snow laid to final rest
Swift as a dew from the window at night
Every star slipping across the wet canvas
Everything goes so small without the light
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Ghosts reborn to carry the past,
Hands that shook as feet were laid.
Storms that stalked the shadows cast,
Upon distant lands beyond the blade.
Close to the tilt, high over the sail,
Struck a wave with emotion at dawn.
Now the coming of the golden vale,
There flows the blood our age has drawn.
Stoic Poetry
When love reminds us of our humanity,
Light to our heels in heavy journeys.
A piercing blade. The sweet of the night,
Light for the dark in the garden white.
They made up their mind and looked away,
Wherever I crossed and brushed the way.
In the light of joy or darkness of pain,
That we might forget them all in vain.
The Sorrow, after the broken night,
Came in a moment to our sight!
You had to go with an drift of doors,
In search of a wild and distant shore.
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The withered trees now down,
The moon split in disbelief.
And left us in this town,
Turning from this world in grief.
Looking at that road from afar,
Young then beside the brook.
The sound of a ghostly star,
On a day I clearly mistook.
Now we go, and there we are,
Stuck in this water of sand.
In dying towns and rusty cars,
Hear the clock take the last stand.
Stoic Poetry
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 