Stoicism As Way of Life - Or Not

"As a child I maintained a stoic attitude. I exhibited patience, restraint, resignation, forbearance, and lack of complaint. The ideal child you might say. As I grew, I realized the error of my ways." ¬The Poet¬ Dreaming improbable dreams. Reality betwixt the unsealing Softly fluttering butterfly wings Apricot anacondas wreathing Bleating lambs catapult seaward Over volcanoes about to erupt Prismed glass rainbows sliding Monuments souring unhindered. No longer enslaved slaves Thinking the unthinkable To be what I truly feel Tears that can’t be cried Walnut shells dismembered, For pathways to the unknown Physically powerful reasons. Persimmons permeate perfume, Soft velvet sparks so subtle Teardrops fall in puddles, Weary eyes forge forward, Everlasting daisies wilt Forlorn ekphratic regrets Misted windows endorse, The pain as its vile pungency Scorns the soul of the angelic drives goodness to the brink, mighty swords flow protests to the unyielding winds of time To defiantly stand up to demons for a valid worthwhile cause as the lyrics of memoirs spill and gazes turn to wonder, amid lonely nights of fear with only love unblemished if not myself what can I be? to reach an unreachable star I surrender to their touch. Untold ethics to be true. The sweet rose petals pink And cumquats bursting And ever do I regret the sigh, Of your entwined lullaby With cold adorning feathers The sorrowful peacock wails, An unending finale of song To ease my savage thoughts Doing it my way evermore, And regain courage to protest, In tangerine oasis in the seas Instilling birds and bees hum And bliss of your caressing On clouds of coral swaying As lilac shoots skyward In ever circling cascades Of merriment galore in store Where mirth and joy combine Making sediment pure wine All logic cast aside in the wash. The righted wrongs unsaid. Resting my tired head Culminating in enough said.