Global Vision

If the leaders of this world
Know what is right and wrong
Then why do they still sing
The same old familiar song?

Ignoring the very people
Who raised them up high
Full of rhetoric and dreams
Then asking them all why

But I am a simple poet
What can I possibly know?
With a global world vision
With only words to show

Stoic Poetry



A soul too beautiful for this world
Of starry nights and unrequited love

Speak in colours beyond mortal words
A glimpse, a gift imbued from above

Brushed aside, his strokes revealed
A heart beyond what we could feel

By his own hand he made his choice
When to a deaf ear his words repealed

Beyond his time we can finally see
Beauty and love as it was meant to be

Stoic Poetry


Retreat, their world receding
noises, discords, odours
no longer impinging senses

Vistas of auburn and burnt umber
emblazoned on canvas
of billowing clouds, indigo heaven

Breathe, feel life return
focus, only bold strokes
another sunrise captured

Guided, channeled
for all to see
through another’s eyes

Stoic Poetry

Never Forget

We never left kindergarten.
They taught us how to colour
Fridge artwork lovingly hung
Cherished by parents of the young
Embarrassing us in years to come

As I let my sanity slip away, I see
Possibilities, as I used to know
Feeling the colours as the brush strokes
Define a memory, a feeling we coax
Lost in time, I remember the hope

Feel the line and form, it makes no sense
Purple apples, in my world, taste so sweet
Green sky, orange water warming the toes
In my world I see the flaws and so it goes
Making up the rules as we go

Stoic Poetry


Watching we rarely see,
all that is about us,
too often forgetting,
others see (in us),
what we may become.

A single look,
a life (eternity) changed forever,
in a smile,
the world revealed,
when a single chance we take.

Stoic Poetry