Us

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We have the inherent ability
To create beauty
To appreciate beauty
To be beautiful

But too many choose
Too many habits
Too much ugliness
Too much ugliness

 

 

 

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A Tree and Me

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A cluttered world
Nothing is finished
Everything begun
Distraction forbids

A tree beckons
A simple thing
Touching, seeing
Two as one

Face to face
Not back against
No distractions
Just a tree and me

Stoic

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.

 

 

 

Navigation

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I have travelled with a map
I became lost in this sea
Where charts failed
Floundering

Sailing into unknown waters
Adrift upon the tides

I learned of unknown lands
I found shores never seen
Where tales were born
Resounding

Sailing, the back broken
I now reside

I visited and left
I found no solace
Where legends promised
Fists pounding

Sailing berthed for now.

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

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

 

 

 

Finite Lines

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From here to there
Life seems
Beginnings to ends
Stitched seams

We were, and are
Then not
It always seems
Lives forgot

From one to another
We dream
For another’s hope
Life leans

Stoic