Through The Cracked Window (Revisited)
A poetry site. (If you like this post please click, "Follow," on the right menu.)
A sudden glitch as I fell asleep
Into a world I was airborne
Beginning to fall to the ground
In the midst of a raging storm
Knowing I will be just fine
Riding winds, wings spread
Rising to dance on clouds
No fear of what lies ahead
Stoic Poetry
The feeling something is missing
That last turn along the road
The hesitation and yearning
Memories of the stories told
Feeling destined for other things
Yet no idea what they are
So you question everything
Before you have gone too far
Exactly where you find yourself
Is where you are meant to be
Becoming aware, then to know
There never was a path to see
Stoic Poetry
Seeing the ‘samenees’
Reluctant to repeat
Maybe it’s just another day
But can it be lived
In a very different way?
Small changes in habits
Shaking up the routine
A breath of fresh air
Gives life to possibility
Others in a rut don’t care
One day of differences
Breaking chains, the mundane
A day unlike all others
Beginnings of something new
A day filled with wonders
Stoic Poetry
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
Stoic Poetry
Poets dream and lovers cry
Some offer prayers unto the sky
Little changes in what remains
Sitting here, we wonder why
Days of war have always been
As nothing seems to change
Into the fray the blind will go
Led from desks of the deranged
Stoic Poetry
The softest voice
Brings a smile to my face
Secrets are shared
In this holiest place
Boughs creak and sway
Reaching out to me
Listening to what they say
Whispers of what will be
We talk of seasons past
Of those yet to come
Of things that will last
And where we are from
But the day grows long
So I must take my leave
While they whisper a song
To the story they weave
Stoic Poetry
In fleeting moments
Flights of fancy blink
Eyes can see, when open
How life can really be
Magik abounds, unbound
In every twinkling star
In a baby’s first smile
If wakened eyes can only see
Stoic Poetry
Most have lost their minds
Worlds have been narrowed
Seeing only what they want
As times get tight and harrowed
Unwilling to expand, they ignore
Reality as it stands before them
But change is hard for some
While living on the margins
Awakening takes a major event
Which is in the air, and all around
But how many will heed the call
In their life here an the ground
Stoic Poetry
Step out the front door
as a ghost into the fog
where no one notices
The contrast of white on white
walking in the fading light
as angels get a better view
The crumbling difference
between right and wrong
walking in air between the rain
through myself and back again
Stoic Poetry
No time is nowhere to go
In these times of conflict
When sleep is elusive
In a world fallen sick
Memories of good old days
I never asleep for too long
Days that never were
Where we never belonged
With eyes wide open
Sitting and pondering
By the edge of the road
Shaking and wondering
Stoic Poetry
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 