Through The Cracked Window (Revisited)
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In brazen words a challenge given
To a world faded and mundane
So few will try to understand
Brushed away as being insane
Beyond a rainbow full of gray
Colors sometimes bleed
Never seen by jaded eyes
Time and place will recede
Very few read anymore
Bored of the black and white
Even less try to understand
The rainbow beyond their sight
Stoic Poetry
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
Are there words I can say?
That can help in any way?
Something I can maybe do
In some way to help you?
Please speak your truth
Step down from that roof
There are things that I know
That may help as you grow
We have been where you are
All of us, so near and far
Yet we remain, we still stand
As we took hold of a hand
Stoic Poetry
You can’t steal the light,
From one who carries a galaxy of stars in their sight.
A man who taught of love and compassion, His words filled with such devotion.
He shared the truth of life and the way,
The way to love, the way to stay.
He spoke of kindness and care,
The importance of being there.
He taught us to be understanding
And to spread peace around us.
He reminded us of our power,
To look deep within each hour.
He showed that love is the only way
To find true happiness in each day.
He showed us how to be strong,
And to accept that things can go wrong.
That it’s better to forgive and move on,
And to believe in love until dawn.
He taught us to be brave,
To another never be enslaved
To never forget to be kind,
For love is always in our minds. In everything we may do,
I will always think of you.
Stoic Poetry
In fleeting moments
Flights of fancy blink
Eyes can see, when open
How life can really be
Magik abounds, unbound
In every twinkling star
In a baby’s first smile
If wakened eyes can only see
Stoic Poetry
Days tick by
As I wonder why
I was placed
Upon this coil
Is there a reason
Something I missed
Or is it random
For which we toil
Where is the point
We understand
Or is there none
Wither and spoil
Sparing and sharing
Passing the time
Ticking, wasting
On this endless coil
Stoic Poetry
Do you know the way?
No, I am as lost as you
Do you have a map?
Just the one that I drew
We can travel a while
To see where it leads
The company is nice
We can plant some seeds
Take my hand for a while
Watching as the sun sets
There is not much to say
I am glad that we have met
Stoic Poetry
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
Stoic Poetry
I am walking on wires
Over the scene of an accident
The wrong is below
I try to walk as I was meant
Waiting for you to tell me
What we are supposed to do?
March like the thunder?
Or fall below in the name of you?
Where it all falls down in the end
Welcome to the edge
Looking down we fall
But hold onto the ledge
Stoic Poetry
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 