Blind

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I went into the world today
To see what I could see
If everyone out there
Was just like me

And what I found out there
As I looked around
Was sadness and fear
With eyes cast down

So I asked each of them
How come so forlorn?
They answered very quietly
Voices ragged and torn

They had lost their memory
Who they used to be
Regardless as they tried
They were never free

I sat beside a tree today
To see what I could see
Wind against my cheek
Happy I am free

Stoic.

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These Days

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The clock ticked
No one listened
The alarm sounded
No one listened

Perhaps they are not listening still

Stoic.

 

Living On The Surface

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How much was my deposit?
My life a week older
How better off am I?
As I get older

What are the means?
Of living here
When what I give
Causes more fear

I am tired now
Please let me rest
Give a little time now
I will be my best

I finally see now
What it all means
Spending a lifetime
For others means.

Stoic

 

 

Pretty Things

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We see the pretty places
With sun and sand
Upon a beach hand in hand

Gloss over ugly things
Averted gaze we look
Away from what we took

Security just an illusion
Seeing what we choose
Never seeing what we lose

 

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.

 

 

 

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