Young and rash
A youthful move
Either looks too much
Or not even one way
On a street of danger
For youth either wants tomorrow today
Or tomorrow never
And with no (known) particular way
To bring about either
This is their plight
Their most youthful way
And it is terribly fun
And annoying all the same
To be young
A tanka about us
If there's one thing I
Have since learned in this secret
Quiet peace of mind
It's that I value this us
More than any someone new
Saria
Happiness Un
I'm convinced
That I could do everything right
Slay every dragon in the sky
Have my own way for days
Never be crossed in love
Win the lottery twice
Sow forests
Build houses
Write with words more towering than heights
And yet still
After all of this activeness or life
Find something in my mind
To be discontented with
Because this
This
Is a human life
And to be less than satisfied is almost a prerequisite
For beathing and waiting
For watching water slowly heat
And northern seasons turn to ice
It is inevitable I find
Expecting songs to carry weight
These old songs used to know
And hear the sounds
Which my heartbeat emitted
Which my minds eye saw
And my tongue rolled around
In full on love with the lost
In bright eyes with the dream
When now instead I awake
And in looking out
See
How things really and God meant to be
Its beautiful to be awake
Windows and binding
If you wish for books
And big windows
And freedom
For long enough
And strong enough
You may one day find
That the wish was more
About what you were then
As compared to your taste now
Which is more
Shall we say... refined
Big windows are for looking inwards
Apparently
Dreaming of a tanka
What comes after this
A dream into waking now
Is where sleepless ends
And waking spirits rise up
To wrap reality round
Perceived Danger
It's a dangerous thing
When you perceive that
Nothing is going well in your life
For escapism is real
And really not where you wish to be
Or not be
This perception isn't everything
If anything its nothing
Yet we still feel it
From time to time
Feelings were rain
Dont run from rain
Or catch me in it too much
For fear of shrinking this inseam of mine
I dance to dance
Look up to see
And smile back at both cloud and gas
As skies were never meant to be
More than vapor and fog
More than thoughts and hearts
No mover is without moving moved
But I am the eyes which will not last
Like weighted cloud stormy night
This feeling will fall and inevitably pass
Radiance, a tanka
I can't explain this
How it now feels to just see
You radiantly
Happy based on this subtle
Little smile of mine your way
Saria
A former least
A promise to self
Means so little to self
Or so it seems
In relationship to this follow-through
Failed
It is strange then I find
That I'm a flake to my own wishes
That I fail myself instantly
When in knowing memory
I choose not to remind
Why do I say that I ought to just try?
Should it not already be done?
Why?
Timeless Spent
I'm not afraid of wasting time
Or of waiting too long
No such thing exists
What painting is perfect
What brush would not wish
For another stroke of itself in color
No eye
I
Am a being most unaware of my own mortal bliss
How I wish and wish for either time or not
For either peace to be
Or that most precious opposite of thought
To tell me I am at peace would ruin it for me
Little Towns
The best thing you can do
For a dusty little
Or sleepy aging town
(In the north east)
Is write a novel there
And give the town all the credit
That's how you create loyalty
SariaHeart
I want to love you
Even more than
My own selfish mind
Loves itself
(Far too much of the time)
Saria
Fear not
What can the hand of man do to me?
Be it thrown in the sea
To be devoured by the leviathan
Or burried deep beneath the earth
Before my last breath shall pass
I rest
Knowing outcome and father alike
Because my soul burns like a flame
Atop an eternal candle alight
In a much higher place than the twinkling sky
And in a hall further mow than stars are alive
I smile
And know heavenly host and home alike
For what can they do?
Plenty to this hollow body
But nothing to me and mine and mind
Lesser Wishes
Sometimes a wish
Is no more true
Than an eternal day
No more reliable
Than a winters storm
On the outskirts of May
Though you may wish that a wish
Was indeed here to stay
Most loyal and true to truth
Moreoften than ought
A wish is just your wanting of being
Most anywhere which you are not
Currently
Young, old, and I
Young and old
But especially so
Have questions more important
Than anyone or else or thing
The old man sees this
And dies with answers
Having seen
The time slip by
Children are most anxious
To grow up and be
And in breathing to have
Lived their lives
But I
No old from living just the same
Know what its like to wait on children
Having once been questioned lame