Through The Cracked Window (Revisited)
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Some might say it is a break
Others may call it a boundary
One we are forbidden to cross
Between the ‘normal’ world
To a place filled with unknowns
Where sanity is free to roam
Once it has been experienced
There is little reason to return
Not knowing the side or the loss
Stoic Poetry
Can you hear the drums beating?
The low rumbling has just begun
Can you see the beginnings again
Struggles where no one has won
Nihilistic overlords willing to risk
That which was never their own
Gambling the lives of the others
Tight death grip on their throne
Costs will be paid, innocent blood
Will be spilled without any reason
They will claim a personal victory
For all of their unwilling legions
Stoic Poetry
They tell you you’re going to be okay
they tell you they will keep you safe
everybody’s here to stay
those who lost their way
I can’t remember the times I lost my mind
when nobody knew my name
now you must be blind
the half of it, I am being kind
And, my sanity is called into question
but I really don’t mind too much
my world is mine alone
and to me already known
Stoic Poetry
Where have all my memories gone
I think I’ve used them all
And these ones are not the same
They aren’t mine, and I’m not to blame
Day by day they stalk me, haunt me
Forcing me to see what they see
Am I in my life, or that of another?
currents of this world trying to smother
The surface is so far above me now
Fighting for air, pushing me down
“Get out of my head, leave me alone”
These are not the seeds I have sown
Stoic Poetry
Time is never time at all
you can never really leave
And our lives are forever changed
they will never be the same
The more you change the less you feel
if you can only believe, just believe
None of us are ever, ever, stuck in vain
we’re not the same, we’re different
And you know you’re never sure,
but I’m sure you could be right
If you held yourself up to the light
In that city you call home
the place where you were born
And if you believe, you can’t be right.
Stoic Poetry
A soul too beautiful for this world
Of starry nights and unrequited love
Speak in colours beyond mortal words
A glimpse, a gift imbued from above
Brushed aside, his strokes revealed
A heart beyond what we could feel
By his own hand he made his choice
When to a deaf ear his words repealed
Beyond his time we can finally see
Beauty and love as it was meant to be
Stoic Poetry
(Is overrated)
I’ve been asleep for so long
But I still can’t find my sanity
I’ve lost my mind again
And found out who I am
Can’t fall asleep anymore
My demons feed me
It’s their house not my home
When did I lose it all
Where has my memory gone
I thought I had at least some
But it all went away
Keeping up with the stories
Stoic Poetry
The quay is quiet today
North winds bluster on
But no one is listening
Chattering deafeningly
Worn woollen overcoat
Pulled snuggly around
Old brim hat held down
Leaning, the sky breathes
Only steps from the edge
Soft whispers on the wind
“Come join us; closer,”
North Sea Siren’s calling
Crouch against the wind
Blustering, pushing away
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Dark moods in which I brood
To find solace and silence
Reminders of dark and light
One without the other
Belies hidden knowing
Shades of the same open sight
Dark moods in which I brood
Shine brighter than the sun
Neither is right nor wrong
Stoic Poetry
Life dwells in the still silence
between the drama, need, and want
in still moments, beyond the words
the ceaseless words, silence will haunt
Words that deceive, unseen motives
without truth, always taking their toll
rest now; silence guide me home
where love lives, without cost to my soul
Stoic Poetry
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 