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
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
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