Empty chest

Breathe yourself out on the floor

Till fog rolls in from cooling warm

And maybe then your eyes wont see

But instead be heard

This your mind in sight

We are afraid of ourselves

Or so we tend to be

There is nothing quite like this

There is no time left in time itself

Like the now which you possess

Like the why which drives you home and out

There is nothing quite like this

And if you blink you'll miss it

Having never had it again

And if you sigh you'll feel it

Be it in exiting your self-exist

For your yesterday you cannont embrace

But also not remiss

The memory

Crashing beneath the stars

Let me share with you

All the cold nights spent

By the atlantic waves

And in greetings we

Will kiss warmer than seas

Or sandy memories of sun

Beneath our bare speckled feet

We were born to be beneath this

Crash and crash

Creative Spring, A Tanka

Don't move, don't even breath
Or attempt to leave this flow
No thirsty person
Should ever depart from such
A wellspring as this is here

Alignment

When my heartbeat finally wakes

And aligns with my mind

Not a thought of I persists

There is only words

Only whisps

And the things which pour out

Find me happy to see

And I with them

That they now exist

Be it only for me and my writers self

Fame is not something be desire

No chance

A mothers balance

Engaging is the mind which holds
The lives of young others
In that perfect state
Not of ecstasy but joy
Such is a beautiful
Wonderful
Only full and helpful type
Of motherly place

And its amazing to behold
Such an incredible patience as this

Truly

Wow

Take it

At the end of day
When waiving to the sun
It is you who decides
If you shine or not
Stay warm or not
And what happend the next time
You end up orbiting un

For down to the very
Molecule of moist
You been given so much
Amd you always have a choice

The former

There are thise who inspire
Just by being in breath
And instead those who make a living
Convincing others to breathe
And neither, truly, is me

I do both
In addition to my own breath

We are not the same

A taunting tone

Uncertainty
Has a landline home
And calls most often
With a deadening tone

And taunts the listener
By saying nothing at all
And yet its calls
And calls and calls

What a prank as this
In my life to exist
Just to answer at all
My next exist

Swimming

We work to find serene
Or see
Those shortcut takers
Who claim to be
Already breezing on a beach
Already breathing out the sea
And I am waiting
Here in perpetuity
For such a feeling of flow
As in the waters of verse
And the streams of wonder
Which leads to the ocean
Inevitably

Coup

When you're a former king
Who survived the coup
The revolution which was needed
And now not yet anyone around
Can see you through

It is only a glimmer in your eyes
A jewel in mind and memory

When the commoners glance
At once most readily inclined
To lead

Though they may not know
The stance and posture will
Tell all a tale of what is no longer new

And you, and you
Will gleam again
Anew

This ache…

Ache is something

A sigh is nothing

And yet

With closing eyes

And mind remind

We are brought back to this

This unfortunate time

Where life resides

And pain it finds

A way to be seen

And heard and felt

Most unkind

Is to remind

Of such an aching thing

As this

My hip

Ouch

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