Through The Cracked Window (Revisited)
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Hurry up before you get too old
Before days grow short
When your blood flows cold
We were never meant to stay
Here and gone is so close
But we will find out one day
We’re all the same, in this game
Not one of us is special
And no one is really to blame
Stoic Poetry
The faint tolling; rolling
A little clearer; nearer
In the veil; never to fail
Days will fall; to its call
Given grace; all must face
The final bell; time will tell
And so; we may never know
Where we go; beyond the flow
Stoic Poetry
Soft raindrops fall
Nature’s gentle call
Grey skies above
Peaceful, calming love
Puddles form below
Reflections to bestow
Beauty in the rain
Nature’s art again.
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
There is no need to believe
Knowing how it’s supposed to be
It has never been easy, never will
Words written in abandon, let them roar
We have never understood what they say
We are the few that the few may remember
A thunder roar in the frailty we are
If we were toid do it again, would it be the same?
No one ever told us it would be easy
I can never extinguish the living in me
The walls fell long ago with nothing left to hide
No longer fighting, just rolling in on the tide
Stoic Poetry
We mourn the lives not lived
We never developed our talents
Easy to wish we’d worked harder
Or maybe loved much better
It takes no effort to miss a friend
Those we didn’t make and lost
It is not difficult to see yourself
Through the eyes of others
It is easy to regret for so long
Until our time runs out
It is not lives unlived we regret
lt is the regret itself
A regret that makes us shrivel
Wither away and shrink
Like our own worst enemy
Would any versions be better?
Lives happen, it is true
But you are happening as well
This one we have to focus on
For it is all that we have
Stoic Poetry
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
Stoic Poetry
I have one soft spot
One so vulnerable
It is hidden away
Keeping it invisible
It holds my very spark
My one and only key
But only one knows
Knows the creation in me
She tends the glow
And holds the light
Tending so gently
And keeping it bright
In the deepest dreams
She is the only one
Reflected by the moon
Until morning comes
Stoic Poetry
Some days are Monday’s
No matter the given day
Hard to start, hard to finish
When nothing goes your way
Others you can glide through
Everything goes just right
Everyday cannot be perfect
Trying as hard as you might
Stoic Poetry
These days have grayed
The iris’s of his eyes
Standing in the rain
While daylight dies
He will wait until he knows
The love that never lies
A heart that cannot rest
Without requited sighs
Sun and moon arcs
Are of no consequence
In days of shadows
Without rhyme or sense
Stoic Poetry
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 