How I've Lived And Learned To Care Not

Dear future

No me

Now

Know I do not care

For a second or ounce

Of this soil I cannot take

For

Yes I am

Or once was

A someone

But to one

Only matters

Or two at most

For

There are no such things as ghosts

To those

Who live so presently so

Now

Dear future

Know this

Was my how

Good looking coffee cake

There is no drug

Or drink

Or pill

Or wake

Or song

Or stroke

Or spirit (fulfilled)

Which can match

The crust

And crumble

And crisp

And crunchy savant

That is

Good

Really good

This marble layered

And syrup dripping

And eye catching

And warm

Moist

Gashing

Orgasmic

This

Coffee cake

Is really very good today, or so it looks

Infatuating

A life of warming

Its easy to be warm

When the sun shines down

And the radiowaves bounce, Up

But try and not falter

When the nights cold re-emerges

And the morning is yet at arms length

You learn

That life is not a series of days

To be slept away or unearned

Instead you see the lack of light

Feel the appreciated presence of warmth

And for such radiance you yearn

Always

Teamwork

Voices seek

To find footing

Where

No legs have been found

This far

They've had

Zero ground to stand on

Thus far

Personal Growth

The life by which

Both love and change

Emerged from earth

Is the simplest same

As growing trees

And planting stone

Both require a movement

Which is most uniquely

And upwardly and downward falling

Your own

Or else you'll never grow

A freedom away from self and thought

And there it is

When the not is actually not
And no music has lyrics
And no words are words

But instead you are free
Unseen as a meadow which wakes
To a rusting wind unheard by man

You are free of self
You are free of touch
You are free of even the beneathness of land

Like the sky you are above
Like the last breath you are at hand
But unnoticed as in and then out all the same

You are free of the awareness
Which is the most subtle form of this
Ever human pain

And there it is at last the same

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

[\[‘‘;mg;Eak,

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