Through The Cracked Window (Revisited)
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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
The fire is behind
The abyss in front
The edge is crumbling
The moment in balance
No way to turn back
No light to show the way
No measure of depth
No bottom in sight
Stoic Poetry
Do you know the way?
No, I am as lost as you
Do you have a map?
Just the one that I drew
We can travel a while
To see where it leads
The company is nice
We can plant some seeds
Take my hand for a while
Watching as the sun sets
There is not much to say
I am glad that we have met
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
There are no losers
And there is no score
There are no medals
For those who have more
Everyone gets a ribbon
Because we are the same
For waking up every day
For playing this game
The dash for the finish line
Is really just a fools race
Trying to beat the rest
Better to set your own pace
Stoic Poetry
Would you shine a little brighter
Climb a little bit higher
Tell me would you shine for me
Would you hope a little bit longer
Sing a little bit louder
Tell me would you shine for me
If one day you’re awake to see
The colours fade from the trees
I hope you find a brush
Paint a road back to me
And if one day you’re afraid to fight
Among the weak and helpless cries
I will be by your side
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“Listen to me”
“Pay me and I will tell you
Something no one else can
Sign here please”
Platitudes
Truths
Only words without meaning
Promisingly tempting
There is no buying Truth
No contract for Awareness
We already know
But forgot
The “Path” is not hidden
Just so close we can’t see
It is not out there
It is in here
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The paths I have trodden, decisions I have made
roads often barely travelled, unmarked and vague
loves often known, not always given nor received
following my heart, in what I believed
Shattered dreams and victories, have all been known
throughout the years, the man has truly grown
yet a small boy remains on the path, unchanged
until nothing but a fading memory remains
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As the fire fades, clarity surprises
The past examined, painfully
For what useful purpose?
Extinguished, only steam rises
Amends attempted, never given
A life of regret, a bitter commodity
Never convincing, nor sold
The growing want of being forgiven
Some remain, to still pierce
They try to explain the futility
Try to show a path out of this
But the fire smoulders still
The earth calls, wind grows scarce
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To awaken is the goal
Another in a list
To do’s ticked off
One by one we move
Towards an end, the end
“We,” we say, meaning me
The obstacle grows
“Forget you,”
“I am on a path”
“I am right, you are lost”
And the arrogance remains
No one wants truth
Only their own, personal
Yet one remains ignorant
Not in joy, nor bliss
As we wish
Crushing Truth; as is
Not wrapped in a bow
Raw, primal, obliterating
No return ticket given
And no path back
Words are cheaper by the dozen
Truth has no need
Open eyes never forget
And will never ask
“Are we there yet?”
Stoic Poetry
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 