How I’ve written

Plop a pen down on a pad

I wish

Push a platen knob aside

I tried

And in all forms of digital shores

My stones went amiss

And yet here in a whisp

Where I can most quickly exists

And most full describe

What existence it sees

I am neither moving nor unalive

But happily lost in this

Glass and eyes, a tanka

Sunlight streams though us

These glass faces of bright eyes

And in shining like rays

Beaming feelings bend the light

And reflect each of our lives

A place on earth and above

Quiet me

Seems to love

The silent wild

Of these two things

Either the run of passion through fields and abounding streams to cross with jumping fleet

Or the quiet unknown of deep space below, with nothing but stars to caress my dangling feet

To these two things my eyes and mind tend to cleave

Stirring heat

Fire smoulders on my chest

Electric jolts me at my waist

And mind, my mind, know what is next

Mere days from deep renewed breath

In gallons out this water pours

And electric steam is mine no more

Instead we live as we have dreamed

And fume and whisp at every seam

Until at last this bursting forth

Is outward poured

And our no more is firmly past

And softly felt in tremmoring force

Saria

A concrete tanka

Concrete stretches out

Above an ocean of old

Taunting dreams anew

Into an existence we

We wanted more than flowers

Saria and thought

One of my favorite homes

For sure is you

But also anywhere away from me

After a week or two

Is desirable as well

And preferable also too

As compared to this oneness of self

I much prefer the latter

These words or you

Aspirative

My new aspirations

Are not about self

Or scene

Or escapism

Or death

Or life

But instead

To be the am

Which creates the why

To inspire others

To be and thrive

Above and beyond

Whatever semblance of a former life

This is me

Soaring hopes

More fully than ever

And more hopefully than

All our whispers ever knew

For you are this and this is beyond

All which my imagination could dare

Or even my hopes could soar

With every day and more now

I am not I but us

Saria

Standing amidst the stream

When I stand in the water

Feel the rocks beneath my feet

Once shaped by streams

And molded into valleys

In the eyes of man now known

When I listen at hand

To the rippling ease

Of such is known

To me and my own

Then I understand

Like in the cities of man

Unfolded before

How we once were more free

And in passing meant to be

Like water and like stream

Ever flowing

Martin Luther on feelings

Though they do come

And they do go

Like leaves on trees

And clouds in skies

And rays from the sun

And the standing waters which rise

So also in the fall

Do these emotiontides go

And its not to control

But how to flow you must know

Both these emotions high

And these emotions low

An opportunity sight

My window is not a passive sight

But the look which shows

And goes through with the speed

Of an amplified lightning bolt

Strikes hard at the life

Not which I have

But which I'm building

Beneath the blessing of the bright sky

My God is so good to give me such time

A fall

Human beings fall

Off things, yes

Into things, yes

But also this way of being in bliss

For as we see it exist

Or feel the need for it to exist

Or want to see it exist

So we then we follow our "exist"

Or perhaps the lack thereof

Sometimes along

For too long or too short

But perhaps sometimes

Its the end we find

And embody to be

What someone else then sees

Americano

Americano

My bloodstream doesnt wish for this

Though it forgets itself

In regards to what it truly is

A river

Capable of flowing

And with new thoughts going

Most forward and free

And in forgetting so, me

Is most happily left

On the bank

Set me up please

Eyes on lock

When I bond with you as this

With eyes locked like stars

On a burning trajectory down

Where there's no time left

Or beating heartbeat sound

To claim an attentive glance aside

There where this less than two people exist

And no past mameory can press

Nor self can speak of an ounce of second guess

We're not with fire though this is warm

And much desire nearby yet

It is only the slight of us alive which I truly want

That is you and me

Saria

Obsessive

Obsession isn't always a dangerous thing

Sometimes all that wishes

And commands my mind to be

Is simply a desire for a round number

A selfish impulse for a whole loaf of tost

Or the need for a door to ever be slightly more

Closed

You know?

Life is dreams

Life is dreams

And hand and feet

And worlds built on sand

And drugs like caffeine

And I must ask

And listen

And see

Life as waters which move

And make waves like the sea

And all will dissipate

You see?

Beneathope

For years the stars were just above

A wishful hope

A white distant snow

A fleeting dove

The kind which I’d never known

For years the stars were just above

But now they are in the eyes of love

And one which now I know

Saria

A Sticker, A Tanka

A sticker is both

A constitution of this

The mind that's outside

A white humanity shell

A once expressive former

Fresh Wish

Wishing for me

Is tomorrow for us

And an eternity together

Full of breath and song

Belonging and longing

And excitement

No longer prolonged

You must forgive me if I

Cuss and hiss a bit

At time

For I no longer wish

To be divided from you

Such as the Boolean Pythagorean problem

Is long

No man escapes

Life is not at all about you

Though time may be untrue

Or relevant or real or felt

Not at all is this world

For its spinning is meant

To be turned against or towards yourself

For no man eacapes gravity without help

And tree ate planted for sake of being

And you be to forsake yourself

Or so you should

As no life is best spent ever

In the arms of loving yourself

Life is not about you at all

Life instead is growth

And about sunshine atop the leaves which fall