Through The Cracked Window (Revisited)
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How far will you really go
Down this path you’re on
How much further
Until all hope is gone?
Have you noticed the dark
The time is getting late
There is no one here for you
No one for you to relate
Fear would be good right now
But you lost that long ago
Maybe a little common sense
Step back and take it slow
Take my hand and turn back
It is only for your own good
Turn around now with me
I would take your place if I could
Stoic Poetry
Every morning I wake at dawn
and go to put the coffee on
I log outside to have a seat
and check the cats have food to eat
Lately I have found some trouble
as they seem to be eating double
with food bowls strewn around
and food scattered upon the ground
I looked about but today I found
what was spreading food upon the ground
I thought maybe the neighbours dog
but what I found was a large hedgehog
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This keyboard feels cold and tired today
Words sound mechanical and unfelt
This feels cold and forced, the words I say
I don’t want to be told this was misspelt
The pen nib is scratchy, and a little dry
Cleaning pens is not my strongest suit
But the ink flows, thankful, I give a sigh
Words flowing to a page as they take root
Some days call for a favourite pen in hand
A blank page on which to write anything
And a blank mind with nothing planned
To see in the end what imagination brings
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The tide takes you
Light is turning pale
Who have you trusted
They’ll set you straight
With a crown of rusty nails
Let me see you fall
No this is not a drill
Crashing to the pavement
Listening to hear you break
Who are you trusting still
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Beyond the edge of memories
Lies a place without time
Where the ebb and flow
Are the rhythm and the rhyme
A place beyond all things
Where everything begins
To where all things return
And endless possibilities sing
This place most primordial
Breathes birth into the world
No past; not even a future
Where our present is unfurled
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From the Fonte, all life flows
Sometimes it comes
And sometimes it goes
In this universe
Bridges of knowledge
Are often difficult to traverse
The tides of life are hard to know
Rising only then to fall
Pulling everything to and fro
It begins with sharing a verse
But If we don’t listen
We fall prey to the oldest curse
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Incendiary remarks
Ignite with derision the sparks
Fan the flames
Stand back and lay the blame
Stoke the fire
Watch the flames grow higher
Point the finger
Don’t stay too long and linger
Run or lope
As they run to fetch the rope
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For the lost and the broken
The invisible and misspoken
For the sad and forgotten
We all have these scars
Some running deep indeed
Too deep now to bleed
You are seen in between
Into the cracks you have fallen
And from those cracks calling
Telling us to remember
To always watch our step
Or join the legions who misstep
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The day breaks fresh
Upon yesterdays bones
Then is dead and gone
And tomorrow will come anon
Decay and rebirth are entwined
The play of days
But I really don’t mind
This two of a kind
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Some days can to be good
Some not so much
Yet we dealt the best we could
Accepting times touch
But on the scale
Its hard to find
Which one outweighs
As they are twined
And when my days
Are wearing thin
I try not to obsess
I just accept what I have
And try to do my best
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