In The Bubble

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Our world is so small
We care for no one else
Such a Narrow focus
As all about us fall

I know what my life means
There was never a doubt
A part of something more
I forget who I have been

To be a single drop of rain
Upon a flower or a child
To be a single smile
Soothing another’s pain

I was never more than this
Born to embrace not avoid
If just one understands
Then I gave the perfect kiss

Stoic.

 

 

 

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Images

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We love what we see
I see you and you see me
Searching for beauty
Of a future as we

Perception, it seems to be
Shallow as pools at low sea
Together we start to see
Illusions in a mirror set free

Stoic

 

 

 

Movement

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Pass with sweetness
Being love and kindness
Leave no footprints
Upon hearts

Travel so lightly
Leave no foul trace
Being a light
In the dark

Pass with humility
Being grace and forgiveness
Leave no scars
Upon hearts

Stoic

Shsss

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Silence is our home
Where all are equal
Beyond all borders
We share a smile

Silence is not a thing
It is never nothing
Where all things dwell
It is simply Everything

Toxic words draw lines
Daring to be crossed
Division in this purest place
Where one become many

Pollution of the worst kind
We go from heart to mind
So we search for a truth
But are deaf and blind

Stoic

Untrodden Paths

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In dusty ruins of a past
Footprints fade away
Others gone before us
Trying to lead the way

So we repeat our mistakes
Blind to the wall
We hit our head upon
Still surprised that we fall

In virgin soil now we sow
Insane they will say
As I turn and walk away
For a silent place to pray

Stoic

 

 

 

Unstable

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They say I am unstable
Flitting through life
From here to there

They want me to explain
My drum and fife
A tune they cannot hear

So I skip and jump
To a beat of my own
A song they often fear

So I write my words
Often in a poem
Yet still they are unclear

Stoic