By Degrees

Solitary words yet to be paired
A blank page, facing another
A match is made, entangled
The candlelit room twilight
So far from summer days
As the hours pass and fall away

Stoic Poetry

When Words Cease

Something is different
Something has changed
Realization; the quiet
No thought or rabble
A clarity so perfect
Nothing to be rearranged

Once it is noticed
It seems to fade away
Nothing to be held
Nothing to be sought
A background to all
No one to see anyway

Stoic Poetry

Silent Words

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

Solitude

In silent moments
I am just who I am
Not what others expect
Sitting silent and calm

There are no voices
Shouting in my mind
Trying to be heard
Often so unkind

Return to the rabble
That is all around
I often lose myself
In the raucous sound

Stoic Poetry

Peace

Can we just sit here quietly
Without the constant noise
Listen to the singing birds
Pass this day more lightly

Peace of mind is in pieces
Shards broken and cracked
Taped together they distort
But they still shine brightly

Stoic Poetry

Quiet

Myriad thoughts tumble unstructured

Unheeded, let run rampant

No focus or purpose evident

No emotion, simply being

Stoic Poetry

Quiet

Myriad thoughts tumble unstructured

Confusion let run rampant

No focus or purpose evident

No emotion; just Being

Stoic Poetry

Soft Silence

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

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Stop The World

If I could but turn a knob
Turn down a world gotten loud
Thoughts derailed; wreckage

The text intruder chirping
Vibrating with delight
Caressed in your hand

I would rather hold yours
I remember when once
A time before the noise

When pages were turned
Friends were real; near
Not a number on a screen

Still I type, reluctantly
Always first with this pen
As the thoughts flow to the page.

Stoic Poetry

Cryptic

Volumes of notes and journals 
Diaries left across the world
Cryptic verses and prose
Splinters of a broken man

Purging the disease of time
Tucked into hidden places 
And forgotten bookcases
Cyphers to be cracked

I wish life were simple 
But once the veil is parted
There is no forgetting 
No ever going back

You bleed to feel alive
When everything you are
Is just everything you did
At least you have never hid

Stoic Poetry