Through The Cracked Window (Revisited)
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When love reminds us of our humanity,
Light to our heels in heavy journeys.
A piercing blade. The sweet of the night,
Light for the dark in the garden white.
They made up their mind and looked away,
Wherever I crossed and brushed the way.
In the light of joy or darkness of pain,
That we might forget them all in vain.
The Sorrow, after the broken night,
Came in a moment to our sight!
You had to go with an drift of doors,
In search of a wild and distant shore.
Stoic Poetry
The withered trees now down,
The moon split in disbelief.
And left us in this town,
Turning from this world in grief.
Looking at that road from afar,
Young then beside the brook.
The sound of a ghostly star,
On a day I clearly mistook.
Now we go, and there we are,
Stuck in this water of sand.
In dying towns and rusty cars,
Hear the clock take the last stand.
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As I traverse this wondrous path of life,
The road before me twists and turns, unknown.
My heart is ever eager for the strife,
And sets out on this quest, untraveled, alone.
Each day presents fresh challenges to face,
And choices that I must constantly make,
But somewhere on this winding, perilous chase,
I’ll find the truth, for truth is mine to take.
And though at times the shadows might encroach,
And the weight of doubt can be hard to bear,
My spirits buoyed by wonders to approach,
By promises of joys beyond compare.
And so I travel on, from sea to shore,
Through good times and the bad, forevermore.
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There’s a bitter surprise from my reflection
This broken mirror hides what is still inside
A million triggers and they’re ready to blow
There is a messed up reason for me to abide
There are far too many reasons for me to stay
The answers to questions are getting closer
Impossible to know which one I should follow
My damnations will never change the composer
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I will write you a song, one you may never hear
Where I am there is no sound, no notes to be found
Maybe you will never see me, but I am always here
To those I know I will always hope that love abounds
Lost is always relative, and only a matter of degrees
Maybe we have our feet firmly planted on the ground
Navigating the paths that are laid out before us
Fogetting what lies inside is confused by outter sound
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Is there a right way for how this goes?
You have your friends, along with foes
Wanting a piece of what you’ve sought
Forgetting your name like they forgot
Some want to see you crash and burn
And they criticize every word you sing
I’m trying to keep from going insane
Isn’t that the way of this whole damn thing
Nobody will hold your hand to guide you through
It has always been up to you to remain true
Nobody can ever truly feel another’s pain
Too often just something else to feign
Today, you should say all you have to say
Is there a right way for being strong?
Still, most are just here barely holding on
Feeling like they’re doing things all wrong
Confess my heart and forgive my wrongs
If not you then who’s left when it has gone?
When all is done, and it’s time to fade away
Don’t point the blame when you can’t find a way
Look at yourself and you might find something
It’s time that we finally get this sorted out
So listen very closely to the sound of your soul
And forget all of the things we complain about
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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
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I have been the writing on the wall
Treading a line just to see if I fall
Trying to forget it happened before
I want to find the broken pieces
Fragments of this forgotten puzzle
Trying to put them back together
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We all have our paths
some to success, to life,
but there is a dark road
very few dare to tread.
All your past digressions
and the prize is a step,
into the abyss, in faith
It is full of darkness and fear
full of broken dreams,
and hatred, beyond dark
there is real courage here
If one survives he loses,
himself, and the world,
to a pure view.
Do you dare?
St. John trod this lonely path
an unknown author wrote,
The Cloud of Unknowing
A place where you must face.
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Betrayed desires, all the same
But I’m not to blame
Even though I know, I suppose I’ll show
Now I’m naked, just an animal
And what do you want?
I want to change
And what have you got, are you insane?
And I know, I can show you,
Tell me I’m the only one
Tell me there’s no other one
I was an only son.
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Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 