Dream

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Did I die that night
Beneath accidental stars
To faded sounds of the city

When my eyes closed
And I was sure

Is this the result
Of a dream
Now real

Or is this life,
And that ending
Just a dream

Stoic

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Walk

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It is cold
I am cold
In more ways than one

A world pulls
Take the bait
In shade without a sun

“Pain is real”
I tell myself
Yet I am still here

So I walk
Each little step
And every tear

Life up close
A narrow lens
A world within a world

Belies a truth
I have known
Forgive this life and unfurl

Stoic.

 

Through The Years

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In time all things fall
Insanity softens to understanding
It was not that, ever
Simply a Truth, beyond its time

Embraced, reconciled
Never apart, but finally accepted
Maybe known before its time
I was, am, that I always was

Now to feel more, and think less
Silence is no longer boredom
It never was, yet was unheeded
I am finally enjoying the play
And I applaud

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.

 

 

 

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

 

 

 

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