Spark to ignition

Every earthly being fires

And has a spark of the sky

Buried deep beneath dark ash and soot

Just underneath the monolith of a boring life

We are all just seconds or years 

From that most human combustible 

Light-life-ignite

Breathing out and in

Breathing will

Into the lifeless body

Of a dream turned dead

By the chilling hands

Of another man

Be

No less divine

Than maker of words

Or singer of songs

Or the drummer of raised hands

But after breath

Comes no longer death

But life in beating

Desk rumbling beat

For breathing out is fine if fine

But breathing in is to be

Undefined

A fate to see

My heartbeat slows

A deep breath drawn out

Like a sketch in trance embued

The pages breath

The bloodflow speaks

And my truest oxygen in mind is

Renewed 

No fate is fate if the running is you

Believe in him, for he is true

When dawn arrives

The firsts they end

Like the two am sun

Just a reflection on

The bright moon-in sky

And you and I 

And we and us

Have no longer haves to wonder as

To what this gleaming light is why

But instead now know

Of such sun-in glow

When dawn arrives 

And in bursting light outstretched 

It shines

Saria

Young and dumb

The weirdest time of life
For a person who controls
(ones self)
Is not when you're free
Or grown into being
But when you're young and oblivious
And without choice of being
On your own yet unfree
No such parent is wrong
(Or intended to be)
You're just young and undone
Wind yourself up and see
Just exactly who you'd like to be

Musical

Sometimes a song

Strikes your soul like a cord

And revibes with remose

Into caverns of mind

And those years are so good

Because of notes and pitches and forms

Which remind

And were worth the search

The share

The find

Hardwoods, a tanka

We humans do love

Our dark wood and bright stone walls

With sharp lines above

And a sanded refined love

Beneath the feet of all halls

Like love in summer

No human body

Mind or soul

Can tell a tale as grand as life

As cold as ever after winter

As warm as love can be in summer

But here is the now

And the bridge to forever

For a choice is choice

Is made by horizons

And into when we knowingly go

Unmade in side and sound alike

This tale as grand as life

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