More Than Normal

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

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See The Reality

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

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Can I Help?

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

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Steal The Light

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.

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Ticking

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

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The Way

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

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Can I Be?

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

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Some Days

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

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Wires

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