Modest is the most beautiful thing
Have you seen this?
How subtlety
Is actually
Upstream
From the most beautiful falling waters
Which gleam
?
Have you
A climber
Good men think about the land
The great beyond a generation
And the rest most actively
Care only for their noses
The existence directly before
And the smell of what they perceive to be
Roses
Growing isn't always done for yourself
A climber never chooses not to climb
But instead which mountain to scale
And when
Point is
You're always that
Just making a choice
As to when and why
And when it's time
Don't worry
Just climb
Modest is the most beautiful thing
Have you seen this?
How subtlety
Is actually
Upstream
From the most beautiful falling waters
Which gleam
?
Have you
Headphones in a study group
The point
Of a social commune
Is not to look
Or in close proximity
To smile
But to speak
And to communicate
Anew
Even if doing so
It
Is with those of old
To whom you've held
And hold onto
Have for so long true
This
It is such a weird thing
Which we humans do
See?
The appearance of dreams
You, are a subtle gleam
Just as I hope
And wish and pray
To appear before you
As a dream of your past
Not because you deserve it now
(Which you do)
But because you once desired it then
And in fulfillment you should be
In this future
Always
This is my hope
Saria
Helping other selves
Man knows not
Though he thinks he does
How many lives he gives
Or shares
Or shaves
When really this man
And such lives they take
From themselves
When life seems no more meaningful
But a waste
Accepting suicide should be our lowest aim
Help others
Always
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
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
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