Just a caress
Gently yet with shocking fuss
A cat stands on its end
Fresh grass begins again
And entire crews are cut and trimmed
With just a motion of your hand
I am lost, awake, and asleep again
Ive never worn a cape in a car before
But you make me feel like steel
With thise things so small
As your fingernails
Saria
Eye Color, A Tanka
Color me a sea
As deep and dark and blueish
As the shared lilly green
Which your mother also knows
Yet bring me fresh water please
Saria
A Hummingbirds haiku
Gentle wings beat down
At speeds which no eye can see
And hum like small bees
Rise up after
The fate of man
Is to try and try again
And in his failures feel
And in his successes feel also
As high as sky and as low as shattered earth
Ground down into these new substances
Nothing
This something is special
Though even it may not come to pass
Still we must try
And both human and being
To fail itself is to outlast
Nontraditional
I am not a traditionally practical man
Though I've learned to pretend
To be and become
Instead I am
And have have accepted this fate
Because in leau of practicality I am
That which I create
Possible outcomes
A belief when held
By those capable hands
Can quickly become a new reality found
If you just don't give
And let self away slip
Who knows what kind of potential outcomes
Can be found
Who knows indeed
Stop complaining and believe
A world is not
A world is not a world
Without those inhabitants who
Are alive and well and vocal enough
To call it so
This around
Is not always
A truly rounded view
Steaming coffee, a tanka
Steam rises in front
Of tired eyes awake
And coffee greets me
Like an old lovers embrace
I am consumed by your steam
Ripple and resonate
The secret to life
Is to be magnetized
Embued with faith
To fight battles with strength
And when faced with the strain
Of your weakest points being put forth in public
Not to break
Though your body may die
And will before each human wake
It's the positive change you make in others
The ones which stick and take
Which will outlast your human life
And in the waters of time
Ripple and reasonate
We are all just wanting to be told we are
Between creative and caring
Your world is such an intimate thing
As defined by date and providence
The way you knit and hold people together
Is foreign to me
Not because I fear the close
Or can't tolerate the speech
Of those who should be closest to me
No
For me
To create
Is a necessity
It is to contest and be alone at times
And to gaze back into the distance of time
Knowing it will win
But this day it did not
Hold anything over me
I enjoy close breath from you alone
Because you're free and sweet
But everything else I tolerate for you
Because I do
And it's what you do equally for me
This is me becoming us
Saria
Vision is for few
Being able to see a sunset
Clearly in your minds eye
Doesn't mean your time of day has come
But it will
In time
Not all friends remain
Though not all friends will remain
This is good and normal
This is both freeing and free
As you have no obligation to remain the same
And those people who were with you before
Were the keepers of who you were
Now their absence is a chance for you to grow
Greater and beyond
Anything you've ever been
You are blessed to be alone
You have been blessed by their letting go
Now grow
Your day of pining and fear was yesterday
That you, Saria
The difference between
Is more simple than you think
For special has more meaning than two
And family and friends are different also
But you
Yes you
Care for my breath and my breathing in ways
Which no other human being daily chooses to do
That you wish
That you care
That you are
That you choose
These things mean the world to me, Saria
Saria
When the harmonica hits
Good harmonica
First heard and most unexpected in nature
Hits like a freight train in the middle of a walking path
Noone expects the mouth harp inquisition
Lol
Oblivious preservationists
A singular focus
In pursuit of collective vision
Can at least be understood
When a heart is truly open
And a minds vision is fully humbled
But a singular focus
I pursuit of self preservation
Constantly and obliviously
In the public domain
Is something I struggle with greatly
When will you wake up and see
That your brother is you
And that you are more than just you
Together we are we
And you are also me
W, ake up please
Asap
Silly wishes
Preconceived notions
Based on observations
Mean nothing at all
When you forget
Who the attributes are attached to
When really
It's the who
Which matters WAY more
That the color of her hair
Or the shade of his eyes
It is them
Not that w,hich
Defines
Your warmth, stay
Somedays my heart burns
With antacids and patriotism
With hope and admiration for the sun
Until the day is done
And other days are just cold
My limbs frozen and sore
Like a sycamore
Leafless in its Decembers disguise
Yet today I am neither
Since you are near to me
And very much alive in my life
I am dry and free as an autumn leaf
Stay here forever with me?
Saria
A new type of teacher
Teaching fact is true indeed
And valuable most certainly
For a tool is a tool even in rusted use
But trust, and faith, and better personal place
These things I much prefer to teach
As they are both more challenging
And far rewarding
To use
No student ever learns nothing
From you