My heart a few years ago
For days I did not rustle
And was without
And then suddenly
Like a breeze
This beautiful sprite
Walked into my arms
Breathed spring into me
And I grew again
As I once had done
Tall into the sky
To new heights unknown
In a sky wholly your own
Your passion is a glowing sun
In a sky only I have seen
And in warming burn not
Too hot for me
But in coaxing draws out
All of the colding frowns and former anxieties
Saria
A painted view
The way God paints the sky
With his subconscious mind
Each day without either care or concern
Across the canvas of eyes
No less impressive then
Is the humanness of this
The way your care and concern
For the future grows in growth
Governed by the injust and justice
Colors a picture more brightly of you
Than of any morning hue
My camera eyes have ever seen in the sky
How you care I do not
But I love the sight all the same
How you live I know not
Though I am happy you do
Saria
Something I’ve Learned
Ideas can be
Such wild and dangerous things
When not tempered with Why
When not vetted with Should
And when given to children
Before they believed
Even in themselves that they could
Dream your own dreams, son
Noone elses you should
It's not worth it
Some, Time
Some,
In drowing for the lack thereof
Either need it or hate it
So very much so,
That the very blood in their veins is not enough
And others,
On park benches
Without a care in the world
Dance, knowing freedom
As a closer friend than any human
As for me I don't know
Though I know I need to dance more
Time
Falling back to earth
Names and buildings
Rise up for just moments
In the eyes of the creator
Our years are not years
But baked clay stacked lowed
Above homedirt to which
All of these surfaces
Must ultimately go
Inconsequential is the word
This day
Mirroring, a tanka
Try as you may try
With intentionality
Until the bluest
Of skies and eyes are found
Looking back as a blessing
Faith Inevitable
Be it east or west
Or tree or block
Or place unplaced
Or the quiet ticking of any clock
One thing remains
One thing the same
Like the earth which stretches
Its legs out underneath
As the growing pull of gravity
Is the weight of God
Like the wind he moves
But cannot be seen
Familial
A man prays for reason
He prays for peace and understanding
But also this
A deep prayer of hope
That the fullgrown tree from which you fell
Is not a friend for shade
But a tall standing pillar of truth
Growing in good tilled earth
And in a garden of God knowing truth
Found
I believe this is such
Baseball
When standing over
The five pointed star
I breathe in smoke
And spit out fog
And live a different life
In a world which is not for all
To this day I've yet to know
If it was meant for me
Or if this was just the first
Place of fascination
Towards which my youthful feet did go
The one thing I do (know)
Is that God loves humor
Highs and lows and homeruns
As he is outside of this park
And can never be unfelt or undone
Knowing, Living
If I knew everything
I'd be nothing
And that inevitably
Would be
Far from tolerable
For everyone
Especially me
To live is to learn unendingly
Or to be content in ignorance
With glowing skin
I can promise for I have seen
That the brightest star is not in the sky
Though it burns like fire all day
And stretches out like sunset clouds
On your neck and chest
It ignites in me
A warmth I've never felt before
In a season I've never seen before
And lingers in my eyes
Much to my own delight
Like a warm breath breathed out over a cold lake
Waiting I bask in your wake
And in wakfulness feeling short as a night
I love the way your cool hands feel
And the way you glow inside
Saria
Discontent
Contentment is a funny thing
For someone who as dis
And with such high
Expectations is
As I
I am never such found
Across all forms of contentment
No
But we, as trees
When I first saw this lonesome tree
With branches seemingly too high to climb
I didnt realize that it like me
Was alone in a meadow
Having watched all of the lower limbed trees
Move on their way in their foolhardy ways
But we
But we
Are neither such as
Better nor right nor meant to wait
We just are because we are
Happy with finding so high a climb
That it justifies the thought of
A better view for this unforever time
Saria
Soaking, a tanka
Leaves begin to show
Like quiet words on a page
Soaking into white
With a dark glow of unmatched
Ink spring is drawn anew now
A certain type
I hope you are not sorry to find
That I am not a man of boring singular mind
I will not be sorted, generaled, or categorized
Into anything which was not of my own volition
No, I have not those talents of
A man who does it himself just to save a coin
I'd rather pay and go onward that way
As my time is worth far more in my own mind
Forever taught
Being taught
With or without intent
Is still teaching
In a ways
Regardless of if you approved
Or not
They taught