Without Substance

Don’t be alone in a world
Filled with make belief
Lies that we tell ourselves
Looking for some relief

Following is for fools
Traveling without a map
Stumbling behind the crowd
Always trying to fill a gap

Unique, in a beautiful way
Forging a path on our own
Let them follow the rest
We will find our own way home

Stoic Poetry

A Better Way

There has to be a better way
Than going back and forth
Doing right, doing wrong
Because of how we were taught
Taught by them, who we are

No matter the bumps and bruises
No matter the scars or the pain
Can we simply believe in truth?
Born flawless we can never forget
What you say we are cannot be us

Stoic Poetry

Brave Heart

A heart held gently,
in love the greatest gift,
given and received.

Entrusted to another,
the easy path a cowards game,
fickle fate to be repaid in full.

Upon the currency paying,
ignoble acts, replacing honor,
in a world far too complicated.

Stoic Poetry

Hold On

Hold on to what you are
Guard close your heart
Flames climb into the night
Lapping at our heels
They aim to tear us apart

These days try to bind us
Bound by mortal chains
But time is on our side
Patience always the virtue
Far beyond our remains

Stoic Poetry

Along The Road

Passing field’s of waving grain
Waiting for some coming rain
The waning sun at the fields edge
Winking behind the Hawthorne hedge

Birds of all kinds skim along
Swooping to share a special song
Longing shadows line the road
As clouds drift by with their heavy load

Stoic Poetry

Space

There’s always a space in my heart for you
Always open and free
Always caught in your gravity

Drifting in the void deep and dark
Your light beckons
And I shift my direction

Always my soul belongs to where you are
With your heaven of stars
No distance is ever too far

Stoic Poetry

Father

I can’t fall asleep easily
I am not a religious man
But I know something is here
I want to do better; honestly

When I am hung by my feet
Could I still be your son?
I have tried hard to be worthy
but this world often defeats

I simply call him Father
Every day I am so aware
Of how much I should care
I am loved, even when I falter

Stoic Poetry