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A writers focus

Muses are muses

And saviors are saviors

And may you never confuse the two

I pray

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New will not change who

New will not change who

Only peace will settle self

Into a new existence entirely

One without hard turns

Or prior sins

One in which you can finally be

The truest version of yourself

I need a change of focus

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A stubborn painter

I pride myself on painting skies

Yet never want to touch a brush

When I'm outside

The irony is me

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Tomorrow

From powerless
To nothingness
To the groggy dry of waking late
And having to wave goodbye
After next to no time
Spent with you

This is me
And I'm not good at letting me be

Tomorrow will be better perhaps
Distraction is my former free

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Dreams off command

Wishes are cheap

But dreams are at no man's command

No matter how much they try

And speak such commands into existence

They won't

Because you can't

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A beautiful constant

Gray color peaks in
Through windows of Spring
Putting trees without leaves brown
And muddying streams until unknown
And I
Only wishing to see true color and then
Have to go to whichever room you are in
Just to see such lovely greens again

Not that I mind, mind you
My own mind will never complain of this truth

For all the slow bleeding colors of Spring
Cannot compare to the consistency of you


Saria

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The return of time itself

Time is the weirdest bedfellow I find

And kick to the curb

On a daily basis

Yes, please

No matter how comfortable I get

Miss time will inevitably return

To untuck my sheets

Throw all the pillows into disarray

And leave windows open

On the downpouring days

What an unwelcome reminder

You are

That I cannot yet be

(Alseep)

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Walls, a tanka

Walls are meant for more

Than just in or out or up

With you looking down

The walls are why we humans

Try so hard to build the sky

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Between looks and thoughts

My nature is
Unbeknownst to even me
But I live
Somewhere inbetween
Quiet looks and sprinting thoughts
It's always some sort of race with me
Until suddenly
It is not

I can't explain it any better than that
I just am where I am
And as for the why
I try not to give it even a second thought

This is me
Was mine

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Our pancakes, a tanka

Banana pancakes

Yours, in the morning sunlight

Drive my blueberry

Thoughts away without concern

For you are the sweet As Is

Saria

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Dreams of this you

Dreams comes knocking

Like unwanted dinner guest to stay

And feast on time and rest

And seemingly on the nothingness

They snack and snack

Yet all the while they take

And take away

From this

The chance to dream

Of a much sweeter feast

Kicking them out post haste

My sweet

Saria

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Snap, a haiku

Friction lives like fire

Struck like fingers in a snap

Exploding sounds out

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Your short beautiful breaths out

You breathe out

And I breathe out

With only six seas separating us

I can still feel your warmth

In voice and song

A short exalted breath of life

In compacts stroke

About half as mine is long

I can hear it still

I can feel it alive

Saria

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WordsImperfect

Amidst the difficult things to say

And the quiet remnants of memory

The halls of hope behind walls of heart

Where stands an eternity passed

On and on by voice and grace

We commemorate

This

As

No thought was ever felt

By anyone else

At least in its entirety

Ever

Instead we pass on words imperfect

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Themselves Alone And Yet Not

One day I awoke

And in the mirror looked

Seeing not just myself

But you as well

And with a smile we

Went about our days

As two halves can only be

Themselves

Saria

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Colonies

We build and build

Like ants in the ground

We store up what we think

Are the treasures with which

We will always resound

When really our lives

Much like a carnival circus

Just spin and rotate back

Be it around and around

And the greatest treasure we'll find

Never actually can be found

For its by personal growth

And the pursuit which we are bound

Always build for those things beyond your own town

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A State Brand

A brand is a shining light on your chest

Which says "I understand and am understood"

And the outward watcher looking in

Transforms eyer to buyer

Be it for bad or good

A brand is not always as it should

Yup

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Well caffinated

Empty your stomach

And stir your mind

Drag a net through your subconscious

And you will find

More fish in less water

Than you knew you even had

And your hunger for thoughts

Will sustain you to glad

Create always

Be it good or bad

Create

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Warm like morning sands

You settle into me

Like a morning sand

Battered not by the tide

But brought in

And I

Having walked it last night

When it was different and cold

Love you now and your warmthness more

Than any fleeting moonlit sight

Or lonesome song once sung out into the world

I was well past dusk

When you found me in morning

And for that I thank you

Saria

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Beautiful lights in eyes and seasons

No color can account for feeling

Just as no season

Ever remembers the same

(time therein)

They just pass and pass by

Into colorful eyes

And watches and clocks

And days and nights

The old sunlight lives

To bounce itself

Off leaves, and stones, and Iriss

And all a smiling man can do

Is choose

To look and see

To smile and wish

(And the wish is for a longer hold on nothingness)

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