Through The Cracked Window (Revisited)
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A mouse once bit me
And we sat and talked
“It is in my nature to bite”
So we parted ways
A snapping turtle once bit me
And we sat and talked
“I can do no other by nature”
So we parted ways
A bear once charged me
We sat and talked
“It is my nature to charge”
So we parted ways
I met a friend who was kind
We sat down and talked
“It is in my nature to love”
We have never parted ways.
Stoic Poetry
Pencil & watercolor by author
In a single word
A single step
Dreams are realizes
Crossing a world is a small thing
So simple
Now you are before me
My future
I will love you
And be there for you
The rest of my days
Stoic Poetry
There has to be a better way
Than going back and forth
Doing right, doing wrong
Because of how we were taught
Taught by them, who we are
No matter the bumps and bruises
No matter the scars or the pain
Can we simply believe in truth?
Born flawless we can never forget
What you say we are cannot be us
Stoic Poetry
To the night sky I am drawn
promises of the dawn
that I were night, light devoid
that I were the darkness of shadow
I would yearn for the cradle of light
unto others would I bless?
twinkling gifts, starlets aglow
bright glow of souls borne aloft
To live in my own light
to drink into myself of the flames
that break forth from me
banish the night
Night, now do all songs of lovers awaken
night, now thoughts of longing break forth
as a fountain
and my soul is the song of a loving one
Stoic Poetry
The bedrooms a mess
There are dishes in the sink
Dirty clothes everywhere
But this is the life we know
The cracks begin to show
In the bed of the dry lake
Pictures like a deep blue sea
We know nothing is perfect
I know I am surely not close
Never wanting to change
Because this is us, nothing else
Living this messy lovely life
Stoic Poetry
Written by my lovely wife Maggie.
The lonely bird with broken wings
So sweet its song, so sad his eyes
I wish I could guide him
To the heavenly fields
To put his soul to sleep
Maggie
A heart held gently,
in love the greatest gift,
given and received.
Entrusted to another,
the easy path a cowards game,
fickle fate to be repaid in full.
Upon the currency paying,
ignoble acts, replacing honor,
in a world far too complicated.
Stoic Poetry
The highchair beside the kitchen door,
my domain,;vantage point of my world.
On the linoleum checker board floor,
I played until my knees were sore.
The center of the world to me,
I learned to know as my mother
cooked and cleaned while I was free,
to grow into what I might be.
A world consisting of black and white,
as appropriate as the days television.
Images remembered vivid and bright,
raised by my mother in love and light.
Stoic Poetry
The eyes around me are so cold
Faded to gray, a dim light inside
Only the flickers of yesterday’s
All hopes and dreams set aside
The weight of broken promises
Weigh heavy on brittle hearts
Locked in never ending loops
Waiting for better days to start
Stoic Poetry
Hold on to what you are
Guard close your heart
Flames climb into the night
Lapping at our heels
They aim to tear us apart
These days try to bind us
Bound by mortal chains
But time is on our side
Patience always the virtue
Far beyond our remains
Stoic Poetry
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 