Through The Cracked Window (Revisited)
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Hallways dark and deserted
Places lived but now are gone
Ideals twisted and perverted
Things I used to rely upon
Echoes of once still remain
Ghosts break into the ‘now’
Pushed aside but never cease
Always to return somehow
They are gone but I remain
Playing out the remaining days
Living them out once again
Reflecting on the many ways
Stoic Poetry
There are days; they never end
Others without thought at all
Ideas which I cannot defend
Then days without any recall
These spaces between are few
In silence beyond all reproach
Church of the mind; solitary pew
When the world cannot encroach
Balance is more than an act
Between sanity and eternal
The fine line possible and fact
Between living and the infernal
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.
Stoic Poetry
In the blink of an eye
It all becomes more
Fading into what was
All that has gone before
Living among memories
Chewed and distorted
To fit our current tastes
Edited and re-recorded
The show that never stops
No matter how we try
Replays the looped reel
Until we say goodbye
Stoic Poetry
There were times when nothing mattered
A time when the edge was only a dream
No one can explain how this could happen
Always trying not to take this too far now
Surely we have been made for another place
Where every sound is a symphony yet unheard
Temptation is falling and calling us home
Beyond the boundaries of the city lights
When that moment comes, who will be your help?
Heaving the last air of a world slipping away
Seeing colors we have never seen before
Voices in the dark call but no one listens
Stoic Poetry
I will dive right down for your love
Treading on broken glass and needles
Chest pains that come from breathing
Keeping up with this vertigo feeling
From under my dessicated tight skin
The insects come crawing from within
Now get up, the air is running low
Wait for the light to enflame the glow
What are we here for? Figure it out
What have we done that we are in for?
Who do we bow to, off feet, on our knees
Figure it out fast before it bleeds
Stoic Poetry
Now I just fell to the ground
and woke to the sound of an earthquake
The glitch as I try to close my eyes
As the world crashed into the sky
Now I lay here and watch you sleep
With everything around me submersing
Sedating words make a tranquil rhyme
As the ravaged storm rages out of time
Twisting and turning I search for the sun
The heavens have become so very small from here
There’s a universe growing between these walls
And I know I shouldn’t be thinking about it all
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Before you can find me deep in the ground
The only place I am sure to go
When the final truths must become unbound
Sometimes there are pleasures in the pain
That’s the reason we keep on hurting
Maybe there is an angel who is lying again
Wondering where it came from, that first line
Knowing exactly where it will go
Lives and songs sung, but always out of time
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This is where it all comes down
The pressure rises in my veins
Where everything is real
Where everything is beautiful
Would you say everything is alright
Would you trade this life?
A random roll to lock it in
Light or dark bleak or colored
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Through filtered glasses
Seeing what we want
What we wish to see
Illusion is better than the truth
Lying to ourselves
Believing it was meant to be
Comparing scars has become
The game we play in life
But nothing remains to feel
Stoic Poetry
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 