Through The Cracked Window (Revisited)
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Freshest rain defines the day,
Blue as a bedroom to the dawn,
Wild for the way, the slender ray,
Yet never this light could be gone.
She said full of feelings and grace,
“The moon is just a black sky valley,”
Struck as by a hard hand on my face;
“Why do we wait so and dally.”
Swift as a stroke against the sky,
When I was young. I had the chance,
The leaves were spent with all replies,
Finding the last place to break its trance.
Stoic Poetry
Creation, beyond thought
Beyond the image and word
It cannot to be communicated
It was never formulated
Often wrapped up in speeches
Never in complete awareness
It cannot be used or sold
In the market, to be haggled
Misunderstood by the mind
Without means to touch it
The sharp instrument of logic
Always misses the point
Stoic Poetry
The past is not to haunt us
As much as we may have thought
But reminders of errors made
And the lessons they have taught
Maybe they are unpleasant
So we keep them locked away
Burying them down deep
But they still rise another day
Holding them to the light
To be seen for what they are
A time and place denied
Just one more battle scar
Stoic Poetry
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
Lay me down within the waves
Let the tide wash me away
Upon distant and rocky shores
So I may write all the long day
Roil the ocean upon this shell
Crash upon this fragile mind
To open the deep locked places
The perfect words I may find
Stoic Poetry
Just when it seems
There are no wordsÂ
Left to say
The mind goes quite
And words flow
In a different way
Stoic Poetry
The things you wanted
I found them for you
Things get broken
Tears must be shed
Somehow
There was never a clue
Childhood memories
Sometimes take me away
The things I hoped for
Chasing through a life
Somehow
Seem silly now today
Turns have been taken
This path now is clear
Step after stumbled step
Always moving forward
Somehow
Has led me here
Stoic Poetry
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 