Billards, a tanka

In pursuit of scratch

Round numbers which roll so slow

And yet fall down low

Into pockets which close out

No game like this ever lasts

Wishing Days

There are days when you wish

For no more rain

And then

The sun arrives

The skies clear

And you wish for snow

Or leaves to blow

Or sand beneath

Or stars above

And our hearts

Are hearts 

Which beat alone

In search of our own

Forgotten so and sos 

You will never be free

From such wishes of self 

Swelling clouds

Telling someone to relax when they’re tense

Is like telling the clouds not to saturate and burst

When sky is condensed

Good luck

Not for want of desire

When all that you want
And desire to have
Is that which you don't
And must wait for in time
Then I will be present
Not as a gift but thick as a curse
As a fog in mind which cannot clear
And a pause in heart which will beat rather far
A drum that pounds in ache
A back bends till it breaks
And this wishful sometime
Will not be tomorrow
And so left are you here
In this revelatory sigh worthying
Is sorrow

Somedays the mountain unmoving is as you
In feeling

Inklings

Expressions cannot run like ink

They can only hold fast

To the paper of memory

And at our feelings . Grasp

For just a moment to pass

And think though they will not last

Thoughts and water

You can turn off water

Once controlled by man

And portioned by work

Into nicely, well metered, sections

But an ocean exists

And a stream flows to it

And by the river so it runs

And flows itself back into one

So turn a knob to feign control

If your most human must is this

But still and ripple and wave and chaff

But still the water will ever exist

You were never in control

Of both your thoughts and how they flow

You see?

Youthful mentees

To see myself in

So many of these bright suns

Is to remind us

Of when there was confusion

And bloom in the unspring life

Warming place

Chill me to the bone

Breath fire on my neck instead

And fill an ocean of desire

With a boiling pot of rosey red

And in sharing share

And in warming heat

As only these two hearts can beat

Neath hearth above as with heated leather seats

For you warm to me

As if no other friction felt

Like sand paper could scrape no more

But a match here would strike it in its place

For you are my warmth

And now my waming place

Like a fire strategically placed

You glow and crackle round me

And I love it

Saria

Trying to mold

Holding soils

With anew pressure shapes

Into what you think could be clay

But more often than not

Turns out to be mere mire and debris

Yet with your hands you place

And press and hope

For a holding fast of sorts

Which keeps until the sun does bake

But in the end

We are all just dirt in a once timely shapre

In the eyes of fate

A tanka, one dimensional

We human beings

Are known for none and yet

Remebered for one

This mode of being undone

Most singular in nature

Gravitas

Pull is something

You can kind of sense

But not see at all

Instead, it is felt like invisible shores

Like the hum of an electric fence

Or when you find your feet soaked

At an inland mall

At a bookstore failing

Or at park bench where the earth chirps aloud

But it is felt

Most suddenly when you've found

That single mind at perfect being

There when noone else is around

Wanting to live and understand the visions of others

One of my gifts

Is to feel and see

To embody and to be

Not just advocate

But act as an advisor of life

And in pursuit of such

I find

That there's just not enough

Of this silly little thing we call human time

Because my competence calls me

To learn and invest

When really I cannot

Physically specalize in this

For it would take years in each

To be as fluent as I wish to be seen

This is great

This is sad

This is how it has to be

At least for me

Prayer

Prayer is not waiting

Or asking

Or nothing

Prayer is seeking

And speaking

With the eternal being

Who knows eternity far better

Than any you could ever know

You are not the answer

You are the paint to be brushed

As a colorful soul should pray as such

Humbly

Future hunting

A window closes

And you walk once more

Down the hallway of life

Not looking for a door

But another sight to see through

Another reflection which is you

And an opening for

This right future you wish

To have sorted and see

Is our most human desire

Though the glass to be

You should persist

And not waste another moment on the past

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