I’m grateful for the
calm winds of stoicism
exhaling from you.

A cold swell tempers rage
To the dark it dies, fades.
Cry, sigh, a moon ray tries
To show that up against
Such stoic age, no man
Can claim he's free of sin.

The fortress that which is your mind
May find not such turmoil as harsh
And instead might as well, rejoice
The shackles which at present bind
Or may be, but it shall doth budge
The resolve of its castles strong
And surely not, it shall not smudge
Ordeal undertook by genial souls
What may be, will have then begun
Fear not, have faith on the virtuous
Path; Think not, what if but of the
Good, that has_ and in time you will
Clearly see; mental tenacity will be
Yours, decreed; Have just clear head
Upon thy broadsword. Nothing else
Will have; or will ever matter more !

I've accepted my reach
Rejected thoughts of beseech
Internally I seize
Control over my capacity

The world merely is
Fulfills my every wish
For tonight, I am free
And tomorrow, I still shall be

Whether stranded at sea
Or at home with my tea
Alone: I am happy
Foralways, I am me

May
love find you, and
fear flee your name.
sadness steel you, and
courage bring you fame.

Let
love **** you, and
fear keep you sane.
sadness heal you, and
courage bring you pain.

Let be, all that may,
and suffer on another day.

O black toad,
Sage of the sodden floor,
Grant me your stoicism
As I go my labored way.
And may you prosper,
Consume legions, grow fat;
Yet deftly elude all
Who would do you injury.

Organize life in the pursuit of truth
And let emotions come as they do
Utilize feelings as delicate tools
But do not abuse as with the fools

The Wisdom of the slave Philosopher;
It's not that you don't want it,
It's that you don't need it.
You shall carry no burden.
Watch them fall.