The Dead Spot

Walking Into The Abyss

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There is a moment rarely found
Between hope and fear
Where silent eternity abounds
Unborn, limitless and clear
Where worlds and words fall away

This is where life is truly lived

Stepping from the edge of thought
The abyss greets one and all
From paths always fraught
To embrace the dead spot and fall
Awakening in the dream

With nowhere else to go

 

 

 

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Into The Wasteland

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This desolate space
Devoid of all detail
I know what still may be
From which all come

Never empty
The potential lives here
All futures live here
As I walk through the valley

Often I pray upon the past
Blind to this moment
Where all creation lives
As a sun rises for the first time

Every breath a first
Fresh and new
Never before born
Never to be repeated

And I am borne upon first rays
The promise of a new day
As all falls away
In this life’s play

Stoic.

 

 

 

In Time

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Long in tooth and tired
Every breath questioned
Beauty wraps this heart

Love replaces all
Without time to explain
So silence will fall

So few words these days
Learning to see
Life in colours

Telling becomes hearing
Accepting as it is
Smiling for the young

Battles never won nor lost
With no reason or season
With no heed for the cost

(Inspired by Thomas à Kempis)

Stoic

The Fall

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When silence falls upon us all
The need for more creeps

Quietly cancer grows and grows
Never learning while we sleep

In this slumber we may live
To take but never give

When silence falls upon us all
Into cracked dreams life seeps

Quietly truth grows and sows
Seeds of love we may reap

Stoic

Noisy Silence

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Traffic rattles the dead of night
A world slowly comes to sight
Kettle whistles, egging on

Silent mastery in all sound
For Peace will always abound
Another day to face the dawn

Sizzled smells awaken senses
Greet the dawn without defenses
A favorite song begins to play

Pondering this noisy symphony
That is what it must always be
Without words begin the day

For silence holds no borderline
Accepting all rhythm and rhyme
Two sides of the same door

Entwined, sound embraces the quiet
Its birthplace upon which this riot
Lovers are held for evermore

One alone can never be apart
As Silence is what holds the heart
In Silence to adore

Stoic.

 

Lost Baggage

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Feeling lost, alone, forgotten
Others avoid, or worse, forget
But I, we, are more than fine

Beneath the surface of this madness
Changes are made for others
Rarely seen, but I smile

Nothing is for me, I never was
Others with open eyes walk
And baggage is lost to a different flight

Stoic