The past was never that
Living in whispered echoes
Sleeping dogs awakened
Clouding our present story
Still we visit for a while
Coloring all of our days
The past is just that
Fabrications of glory
Stoic Poetry
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited)
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The past was never that
Living in whispered echoes
Sleeping dogs awakened
Clouding our present story
Still we visit for a while
Coloring all of our days
The past is just that
Fabrications of glory
Stoic Poetry
Would you trade this life for another?
For shadows that lead away
Leaving behind only echoes
A past of painful truths
Will you forge a new pathway?
Built on lessons learned
Stories that are over now
Chapters written and done
But the book is incomplete
There are pages still blank
Waiting for a hand to touch
Words are left unwritten
Much left undone, so much
Stoic Poetry
Can you see my eyes
I am who you were
You seem so surprised
The gradual change
So hard to see
As you were becoming
What I came to be
Years were so long
But still they passed
And now I stand looking
In this faded glass
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Home is behind
The world ahead
And so many paths to tread
Through shadows
To the edge of night
Until the stars are alight
Mist and shadows
Cloud and shade
All shall fade
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Please don’t cry,
I’m right here by your side
I sit here thinking all the words
I should not, though I try
All my life I’ve been
travelling through the pieces
of the dark shattered past
putting together a better scene
Surfacing for air
the sun shines on a new day
Head under the waterline
breaking the surface when I dare
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Purpose is everything,
don’t you wake me up
In the morning light
Unless I can face you
Hindsight is everything
And the regret it brings
Taints the day ahead
Tingeing every thought
Will we all just burn
In the fire of the past
Will we flail the day
Or can we walk away
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Battles have raged
from a very young age
looking back on days
through the lens of time
Bending to another’s will
was never my strong suit
memories may be flawed
battle scars show the rage
No matter who you are
this world leaves scars
most want to forget
they can be buried but,
They will resurface in time
lessons learned never wasted
these marks are all ours
battle scars marking the years
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Time is a manmade construct
That doesn’t really exist
It’s just a way to measure
From here to there; that and this
All time is within this moment
The present, past, and future
Only remembered exactly now
And bound with mental suture
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My smile was taken
a long time ago
others still had their’s
why mine had gone
I really did not know
Reflections mocked
this sad sullen frown
staring back at me
laughing with no smile
the saddest boy in town
Once I understood
It was only the past
I learned to let it go
the burden now gone
and could smile at last
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It exists beneath the world we know
A breath away, a shadow ignored
A reality always living and breathing
Dare to peel back the shallow skin
Discover a door, a forgotten pathway
Down to the foreboding dark within
We all know the hidden ring is there
We go on living pretending we forgot
Keeping our gaze fixed, eyes upward
Always looking ahead to the future
We want, and need, to see success
Once opened, the passage is one way
The depths of despair become a comfort
Looking downward gives power, control
From the bottom, an insurmountable climb
Stoic Poetry