Houses homes tankas
My heart is neither
Meant for slums nor bright stained glass
For brick and mortar
Unintelligently placed
My homeface will outlast
When the day falls
Fear not
Even when the day falls
Where the mountains come
Walking down the hills of their siblings
For the end is good
And no good review would remain such
If the dream did not wake
If the day did not fade
And if you did not go
For we are all just awaiting
Either one coming or going of home
Maranatha
Self unawares
My optimism is such
So easily for others
That I leave myself behind
And never tell anyone
That I was lost all along
Am I really free?
A swing
We men know an unbalanced thing
When a ladder isnt going to crash
And the kind of jumping rope
From which you swing
And we see it all the time
From around the age of five
Until the day we die
We know pie before its even pie
Because as men we were born to taste
Either one or all of all the baked things
I say this now because I see the swing
Endless burn
A man can burn only so much
Before hes five dollars worth of ash
And noone can tell him to stop lighting matches
Such a flame is a choice
And to be managed as such
Since incineration is such a very personal thing
And as for me
I always strike
I must
This obseasive mind is awful sometimes
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