legacy in light

remember,
everyone has a story though many aren’t told
child, woman or man, young or old
from the man on the hill in mansion elite
to the drunk or drug addict, lying half dead in the street

but these offensive you pass by not caring to know
lying stripped of dignity, your final dealt blow
many once seekers of light glittering would see
betrayed by this darkness you now judge them to be

beware,
this condemnation you cast down on these down cast
a higher court convicts, worthless to last
for seeing what glitters as your worshiped light
sentenced worldly ways will blind you its blight

yet these at your feet you neglect to beware
with unceasing faith even unto depths of despair
entrust now the true legacy in light, whence faithfull commend
their names written in life’s book, a story without end

1322862614917_ORIGINALwritten by Scott Schoffstall
© January 07, 2013
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Poetic Sojourn

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A Christmas Thought

I believe love will win the day

 have you ever considered the rock
strong and seemingly impenetrable
stands unalterable by your hand

have you considered the water
how you can dip your hand through it and it envelopes you

have you seen the shore where the rock meets the sea

have you the time to consider how that which gave way to your gentle touch and infused you with its life has taken the hard impenetrable stone and suffered to gradually smooth it to pebble and eventually sand

I believe love will win the day because hate is exhaustible and love, in the true heart, is not.

Peace be with you and yours

559908_447538325307825_1479761323_nwritten by Scott Schoffstall
© December 24, 2010
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Poetic Sojourn

 

 

 

in our name (the Pyrrhic victor)

oh dear one so bright and new
how do I explain this world to you
we’ve turned our face from the light above
blinding our minds to the sight of love

once we cared for our little ones like you
now we teach everything and nothing are true
confuse and abuse you to chill and become
cold from self, will freeze a tender heart numb

we’ll twist you that way and twist you this
use your friends to push you into our abyss
from program to programmed, all day in our spell
til open minds enclose within our comfy cell

you’ll do as your told, your soul will be sold
you’ll give us your little ones before they’re too old
while still in make believe, it’s easily understood
our pixie dust will turn what’s evil into good

but only ill comes from this nefarious course
and we’ll be there with denial to deflect from its source
giving no other outlet than what they’ve been taught
lash out, make them suffer, make them pay from what’s wrought

Remember, learn, act

Remember, learn, act

written by Scott Schoffstall
© December 15, 2012
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Poetic Sojourn

be still the dream

when we mourn, we are the impostor
we mourn ourselves
we mourn relationship

jazz has it right
at first there’s sorrow
just for the while
to goodbye

then we party
because those we miss
are free
free to be
real

have you ever had the dream
you knew was real
then woke to find it dream?

be still
you’ve not awoke yet

 

written by Scott Schoffstall
© December 12, 2012
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Poetic Sojourn

and time will hold no sway

history dangles upon its pendulum
it swings its weight from one extreme to the other
and its divisions appear manifest

if you dare strike out your hand to keep its hour,
it will be struck and gone

if you swing with it,
you will always be subject to the momentum
if you stand for the moment,
you will be hypnotized in the moment

then by what measure will one move?

let Truth set your hand
toll your hour
and the weight of time
will hold no sway

 

 

Written by Scott Schoffstall
© October 19, 2012
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Poetic Sojourn

the sky is a lie

if all things
are beheld by human vision
and there are none beyond

if all that is
can be held within
the thought of man

if our only love
is that of our own
making

if all we can know
is what is attainable
and all pursuit
immediate, only to
subside thereafter

then all we strive after
is nothing!

to seek after the unknowable
to reach for the unreachable
to believe in the impossible
to envision the unseen

if this is mad
then let me be damned forever so
yet the nightmare concede the dream

Written by Scott Schoffstall
© September 29, 2012
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Poetic Sojourn