Completions

The hardest part of done
Is not done
But the willing to do
When your ideas are elsewhere
And the selfish child within
Screams and wishes
And wonders this why
It is then you must do
When really your desire desires
Is to walk the opposite
Or run

Juat go

Get it done

Toast, a haiku

A crisp between teeth
Brings more smiles to my mind
Than any such feast

Surface

Little facades
Walk around facing out
Calling human eyes to see
That they are fine or not
Or above or lost
When really we are
And are most definitely not
What we see here before

No mirror can evwr convey this
The most humanly appropriate cost

Fade away
Like yesterdays sight

Prior seats

It is fun to see

Where I sat before

And waited for life

To catch eyes me by

Now further along

But time still beside

It is nice just to sit

And not to wonder as I did

For this new me is here

Has begun and arrive

To appreciate more

Than just the earth and sky

But the feelings inbetween

And the heartbeat of mind

And the hopes which outlast

Even human lives

To this I commit

And revisit

If sun were none

If there were

No sun or shade

Or cool of night

Nor warm of day

To grace your back

To ignite my face

Then we

Would never get to sleep

Or ever get to stay

So close for long

So longing last

And our days would never fade away

Because there was

No such thing

As time

Man and land

A man is a man
On any portioned owned or not
Atop of which this land is, to land

But the difference is
Of their thought and will
And patterns beneath both fast and still

You will see and know
He by his own

Steps or not
Around or straight

The ways in which he goes

This will be shown

Always

Dont glance

Don’t glance into oceans

Or stare at the reflections of stars in saltwater

Why?

Because there is no reason to

Even consider a sound swim

In such a world of sulphuric sodium  

For you were meant for fresh springs

Fed by mountain air

And pure born snow found above the trees

PS 46:2

Fear is nonexistent

When

With a rumbling joy

(and not a crash)

Some days the earth gives way

And falls away

Into the sea at your very feet

And you

Realize that you did not just make a cliff

But discover one

Without so much as a flinch

You stand

You see

And are free

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I without you cannot tell

A dash of midnight

And hour of sun

At three am

Is no fun without you

And this reflection is nice

By still waters and rivers

And yet

The future holds

A different type of movement, still

For you are there in dreams anew

And I without you

Cannot tell of

This us

Saria

How she ignites

When you see it

You can't unsee

Or unfeel the warmth once felt

How

With a girl

The sun shines up

And in such a steady way

Radiates

Itself into the most receptive side

Of once shadowy eyes

That is to say

To us

You all glow

Like westward facing moons

And ignite

Such spontaneous smiles

In the eyes of all men

That we never knew such capable feelings were

Inside

Saria

A memory dawns

I look and look
At other futures and see

What could and could not
What I choose and choose not

How these memories stick
From such a childlike innocence

And with prior versions of me
I wrestle roundly no more

Instead - give me a new dawn which I've yet to see - and I will run to it

Now

A coffee ocean

Waiting for a wave to crash

In fifteen still

Four shots of black

Like an ocean please

Wash over me and fill

My tongue with songs

The likes of which

I'd never known before

But will before too long

Miles apart no more

Miles are only relevant to

Those hands who hold

The wheels which turn

And the feeling of warmth

(Between such two)

In truth

The best

Are either nowhere near

Or one day incredibly found

Most near to you

True

Saria

Many noises

A room fills

Like a fishbowl with noise

An impersonal haze

With a dim rumble

I groan

Or something which can't be recognized as self

For thoughts are self

And words are words

And humming is drumming

And chaos is corse

And those around me, in obliviousness, do not know

The overcomer

Wishing I could share

The shaking memory of South

Which occured beneath the same young sun

Not so very long ago

When I was just as young

And fire filled as your beating heart

Which lives its fullest on a run

And in ending finds

A great joy of knowing such moments past

The overcomer who has overcome

And the minds eye sight such as this

Which to us at least

Will most certainly last

Such a crowning day

Headache Love

A fog rolls in

And these tides swing out 

With noises crackling cackling sounds

My head a drumbeat sounds out

Pounds 

And I wish again for a steadiness of voice

And a trickling stream

Which in you I've found

Saria

Someday I

Someday when I am

I will finally be

And on my own stand 

Most solemn 

And proudly

And lonesomely

Just as my own father did

When he began again

After the goodbye which meant

No opinion was ere longer free

For we all must say goodbye

Most sadly, sometime

Storms and sights

After every storm

New plants grow

Old water flows into new

And life lives in some form

Renewed and born again like hopes

Though when there you find yourself

Within the storm

It is you who never knows

The sight 

Dedication and building

A man who builds

Only fanciful nothings

In his head

Will be remembered for nothing

Because nothing has neither spine

Nor concrete 

Within minds embed

Childhood droplets

Where wishes drop

Like condensation droplets

Spilling over into a new circular form

And down

Into open eyes of upward wonderment 

There

Where is nothing else but safe and warm

You can be drenched but not in a storm

Secure and yet never truly born

Of yourself just yet

So when the time comes arise

And dry yourself off unwet