To myself
I need not
I fear not
I worry not
Bout being there
Where I should be
Has ever been
Where I am meant
I need no more
My time will come
As turns the earth
This newness now
Unborn will be
Until in bursting
My day is forth
I'll fear no missing such
Excluded need
You couldn't possibly understand
The old me I don't need
Without me in Bold
My heart hurts most
When I see the life of living
Without me in bold
I've always had this love hate for time
But since you arrived
I never want to let a moment of you go
Without you
Now more than ever
I no longer wish to grow old
Not for an instant apart
Saria
Desire of
It took years
For ambition to catch
Me by the ankle
And pull me out
Of my mother freedom
From responsibility
And yet
How I want
More than ever now to say
That a building is mine
And that I am that which makes
Not useless things
But new men out of old
And true legacy of something
Out of broken misfit nothings
My desire is this
In passing
No and yes
Do I wonder where you are?
No
Do I wish you well and far away?
Yes
Very much so
You are not the only one who goes
Or should
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