Nothing left, a tanka
There is nothing left
To say or not to stay put
Is a matter of
More than merit or minds eye
For I see no such future
Forevermoreno
Holding fast
A riverbed lifts
A roaring water atop the chest
So I hold you
In a shaking gleaming
Esteem of still
With voracious hunger
I fast for us
And have continued to will
Us safely to the other shore
But know, this is not forever more
No
Mortal needs
The worst kind of life
In imagination or mind
Is that which leaves
The self to being
In a ever present state
Of be
We need purpose
We need work
We need faith
We need brown and green neath trees
Yes
Please
To such walking
We humans walk around
Like little fires atop a candle
With warming hearts
And chilling minds
And weary feet
Which age but no longer grow
With time
To see such walking
Inspires me
To feed my stomach
Squint my eyes
And smile back at this stubborn life
You think the wind
Cares at about your flame of being?
As surely as I write to you
No snow will hold a single flake for thee
Or day an hour
Or tree a leaf
As we human beings should be just that
Being
Sculpting a home
Demands of self
And expects of time
Make me wonder if
I am truly free
Of anyone or anything
Or any being bound to me
As this earth grows up
Beneath my feet
And I a timeless ageless beast
Wish flowers fall
And mountains climb
When not at home
Yet also resistant to leave
We are trees of trees
And sand of rocks
And rivers of cutting
Neath valleys to be
When home is not
Yet resistant to change
Lonesom, fast, thoughts
Self reasoning states
That something is
A someone of value
Worth time to keep
When my mind instead
In its most selfish fit
Thinks only of the invested time
To which I myself can never be
Truly me
When there for you
I feel not alone
And that bothers me
True fear
True fear haunts
Not in the words of knows and musts
But feasts on ought to
And the meat of should
The fat of was
And the cost of lost
Forget not then
The truth of you men
That none can
But will and ought
For you keep only yourself
At the end of the day
And no self remains
Remember your place
Boss
No look for find
There comes a time
When man commits
Himself instead
Of gawking gaudy
Moral crimes
Even if offered up
By a society of eyes
Which praises skin
And stretching thin
Such men reject
This fleshy wish
For all the fish
In the see of seas
Instead you will find
An inward turning in
And a solemn mind
To forever bind
Yourself to these is kind
We were born to love
No look for find
Freecom, a tanka
To escape is fine
To be free is to not mind
The self which now pleads
Not to be returned to me
But to freedom ever be
Be fearless with
Fear holds
And grabs
And takes
Controls and makes
Us less than us
If nothing else
Passes by
Escapes
This most
Uncommon thing
In mind
Then know
Your home
And when
To go
Away from this
Your most
Troubled mind
And there will
I and you be
To see
One without such
Merit and free
From these
Most complicated
Times
You were born to escape with me
Perhaps
Alignmention
Build and polish
Pearls and houses
But fear not storms
Or snows of time
For no stone stands
For an eternity still
And to worry about this
The falling of frames
Is neither wise nor practical
Such a worry is a crime
About your present self, son
Get your thought and heart in line
Bright joy (orbit)
The feeling is a new world opened
An old star explodes and no longer burns
The in space
The mind is space
And I no longer
Am without this gravitational pull
Alone
For in your orbit I am now
Know
And owned
With bright joy
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
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