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)

 

 

 

 

 

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I see and love

I understand,  I try

Unmoved in my seeing

In the least of these

 

I do not; I cannot, judge

Every breath a gift

Yet I cannot rest

Even if not for me

 

Others abound

And I fail into my,”Life.”

My Wants go

My Concerns go

 

I am for you.

I have always been

For in you, I am

You may be

 

Someone I know

Or a stranger

You may be Him

How can I know?

 

And I realize

“You,” are in all

Every touch I give

Every heart I know

 

I am Yours.

Never Me

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When what we do for others

Matters more than ourselves

 

We have finally gone home

 

When we fade, and become

Everything to another

 

No accolades, no praise

 

Never sought, never wanted

Given without contract

 

Of ourselves we give without limits

 

We are of this world and more

With my heart I wish

 

Another to care

 

When my time has come

And I want to go home

 

Stoic.

 

 

The Custodians

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We were given a gift

The world to command

All Wisdom in our hands

 

If the World was without us

How would it be less?

 

We were gifted the One

Self-aware and absorbed

Yet we are so blind

 

Ego raised to an art

A World set apart

And we raped it all

 

The world without Man

Nature’s balance

As it was planned

 

What was the gift

We gave?

What did we offer?

 

If we never were

Life would have endured

Ensured as designed

 

Yet we were, we are

Lost in ourselves

Until the bitter end

Flawed

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Because life is not perfect

And I am flawed

I fit right in

Some never see

The beauty, the call

 

An old, broken violin

Repaired and flawed

I do my best

The past sings

And I smile

 

And I play

Poorly

And I smile

You may, but I do not care

 

This broken wood sings

Bowed upon flawed strings

My song and the past sings

Upon forgotten

And broken strings.

 

Stoic.

Over The Wall

 

They say I arrived; born

I do not; cannot remember

They say it was in December

 

The first stones were laid

I was taught yes and no

What to say, and it was so

 

School taught me the rules

Do this, not that, they said

So the foundation was laid

 

Safety within the wall

Where we are all the same

Far too young to blame

 

My culture, my people

Be the same, always fit in

If we agree there is no sin

 

Stone set upon stone

You and me, us and them

Keep them out, and us in

 

Now I cannot truly see

Things you wanted for me

And I am not free

 

My heart aches

I stop

I cannot see

Beyond the wall

Blindly I climb

 

Not knowing

Where I am bound

Yet I must search

And lost or found

I will see

 

All of what I was denied

What a world denies

If my life, I must give

To know the truth

Then I offer this alone

 

All that I truly have.