Endings

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Put this life on hold
An old clock swings
The back and forth
No rhythm of rhyme
No rhyme or reason
Habits of old
No one to rewind

Unwound: Tick Tock

 

 

 

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Virus

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I am this virus I will not spread
Of wild abandon living in my head

I am the secret inside of dreams
The memories that make you scream

I am insanity you fear and dread
Without reason you chose instead

I am the voice, visions you have seen
The thoughts, that of what has been

I am, I am, I am, and I am in your head
Because I love before life’s dread

I am only this and have never been
And I am the one on which you lean.

Stoic.

 

 

A Word On Words

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I speak, and a past floods
From your ears to a memory
Your past accessed
Yours not mine

You nod in understanding
A thought of your own, in time
A unique perspective
That was never mine

I talk and you listen
But mouth to ears are veiled
Until time and memories stop
When we are the same

When words are not needed

Paths

 

Until my last breath
My last gasp
I will be here
Trying to explain

The simplicity
We have lost
In the mêlée
We maintain

And to say Adieu
As I go from here
I will shed no tear
As I will see you soon.

 

Stoic & Buddhist

The Final Step

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They say I am an odd one

Never fitting the square hole

Dismissive, and done

 

They say I am disconnected

Alienated to the world

Maybe mentally affected

 

Yet I am only this

Seeing beyond the words

Never a detail do I miss

 

And I love this world

Never so connected

The foundation unfurled

 

Every moment

I live to the last

Never did I own it

 

I used to see

I used to know

I used to watch

 

A simple shift

From watching

To being

 

One step

Forward

Now I am

 

(Stoic)

 

 

 

 

 

The Finding

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Never seeing the loss
The saddest of all
Never to recall
The deepest cost

Left in childhood
What children know
Left as we grow
What we understood

Maybe we fall
By chance or fate
Maybe not too late
By Grace we recall

Instead of finding
Maybe turned around
Instead of life’s blinding
Maybe we are found

Stoic