A hope of home
The stone and rock which I've yet to know
Sits imperfectly on
A plot of land which I hope to meet
Just as our future shared
Is in its timeliness
Unbeknownst to us
All a man and woman can do is pray
And build and hope
And wish to seek and know
Where their land of home
Is becoming
Beneath God
All man, all woman, all prayer, all hope
Saria
Chiropract
Twist my spine
Shake my kneck
Receive a looseness
Of a newly born life
Then pick me up
With a pop and a crack
And I'll sigh out my back
With a temporal relax
A living, breathing, tanka embodied
Caring for noone
Is not the same as breathing
For anyone who
You once created in womb
It's our children who are ours
Flesh not gears
Those who think
For only themselves
Never see anyone else
For any other reason
Than their own device
And this is sad
Because human beings
Are the furthest thing possible
From a mechanical device
We are flesh and bone and embodied alike
We are alive
University of Life
College is pretending
And sweat pants
And complaining alike
The only difference
Being
In work
Your clothes change
Bill gets get larger
To compensate
And your either eat this
Your responsibility
Or your response
To the most negative emotion shown
(Or the opppsote)
Which spikes
Heavens Earth
Sky, moon, and stars collapse
Into a bed of oxygen
Sheathed with hydrogen
Strange bedfellows these
Know their children
The planets
Having been born from the knowledge
Of movements
And helium alike
"Arise" says the sun
With each new morning
They share and see not what you can't
For the sky loves the stars
As the sun kisses moon
With moonlight alive each night
And together they are envious
Of both noone
And all
Beneath each of the these, a celestial guise
LITerature
The most despicable persons alive
Are those who try
And write wrongs into kids minds
Who pollute books and pages with
With infinite isms
Which deliver no story
Or concur smiles with no innocent rhyme
Instead they spead like weeds in the summertime
And are deserving of Nonesuch
Impressionable eyes
Leave literature alone
Light fires instead
Your opinions are not equally alive
Be gone
One day I'll rest
One of these years
In bedroom universe not too far from here
I will close my eyes
I will see no more
I will dream of willing
With a vague outline of bold memory
The kind which I've always adored
I will sleep the sleep which I was meant to be
Born
And I cannot wait for this
I refuse to wait
Anymore
Good night
Ever rolling, me
As a rock
Embedded in a hill of green
There are many ways which I could've rolled
Many directions turning which I could've seen
I'm thankful that, as I rolled and rolled
I never stopped and settled
Saying, this portion of this hill is strictly for me
For even now as I am rolling
Albeit happily so
I will never stop being, as I always will be
Rolling
Forward
Me
Three seasons, a tanka
I miss the warmness
of the summers end, just when
the autumn is born.
And yet the winter's still far
as the burning stars are, cold
An ocean surface hue
Green waters
Beyond white flowers
Ripple like the Pacifics gleam
Without so much as a stare, they shimmer
With far more than a glimmer, their sheen
As in seeing I look
And in smiling your sea
Is neither cold nor foreboding
But the most beautiful of greens
And I'm lost in the sight
Am just as happy to have seen
How white flowers once provoked sun
To stir the light in your waters keen
Saria, shared
In Gondolin
White cities
Perched beneath white mountains still
In the distance waving as a son
Who greets you home and back as one
Such sights as these
Beneath the sky
Cause ripples great
In the eyes of men
How they sigh and sway and wish therein
When they see the walls of Gondolin
White city walls
Beneath to cold tall mountain peaks high
Conceive, a tanka
Life battles with us
To be born again and when
We least expect us
Our bodies to breathe in sunlight
Or mind to accept this new
Past stars, a tanka
Where I've been in life
Pulls me no more than the sky
Pulls itself apart
At the thought of burning stars
Which never really fall down
My Hearts Tanka
My heart races slow
As if knowing its own end
My heart wants only
To beat again in succinct
Rapid and full expression
Rest and less less
I'll find no peace today
No matter where I look or choose
I cannot hide or wish myself to be
Somewhere I cannot see, away
And though in wish I will discover
And think I must this
Of something in my most causal way
I'm stuck between that awkward place
Where I cannot work
Or find a proper ounce of time to waste
My weekend now be whisked away
And I no wiser for its deception
I cannot rest this unease away
I don't know
There is only that
In all that I do
That which both is and was
Between the woulds
The best
All the shoulds
And the because
There is only that
Which would be considered
By us
And all those awkward inbetweens
Which we pursue
In a buzz
I get lost somewhere between the I and US
Child hoodie
It amazes me how
My childhood self
Still lives on and breathes
Eternally in
The memories unbeknownst to everyone else
And yet this most adult me
Ever changes around
And in some part ls due
To these beings
Not being themselves
And in becoming so blue
I have since read (more fully) myself
You don't really (ever) stop growing
It's just in different ways about
The day we decided
We rolled into a parking lot
Looked up at the sky and decided to fly
Take a trip, make a wish
Watch a wave crash upon the shores and die
Take a swing, make a dish
Taste the apples and spice
Watch the warm autumn leaves
Wave goodbye to us, twice
Lift your eyes to the sky
I look down to the ground
Cut the ice with a skate
Paint the conversions with towns
And of all of these thing
Are we not
But they must
Just like the day we decided to test out this us
Saria