Masculine

Men they make
And build and bless
And multiply (when willingness aids)
They grow and change
And hopefully no longer seek
To publicly impress

Or not
And they don't

For some men were meant to fade
And they will

Perhaps never to be seen again

Your eyes see trees

Pass by in cars

And you never know quite when again

You will pass by and see

Like old friends

The trees

Waving and waiting

For your eyes to be newr enough

To see

Think about it

You may never see

Those trees again

Tomorrow's Wish

If tomorrow I could have

All that I wished

And wanted and desired

I would surely die soon after

Why

Not from excitement

But from disappointment that

My life of wishing

And wanting and hoping was over

We human being need a wish

To make the work of today more worth

An end to this

Is an end to our very way

Forward

A choice of grown

You choose your little heartbreak town

Where dice are thrown

Where time is spent

And regardless of sun

Or direction you grow

Be it up or down or inward or out

In the same or different

Alignment as your lover town

For you are a man

And you are young

And time it outward from you runs

Until the town outlives

All your deeds undone

But you chose this place

And to remain here as such

In contrast or as one

A farewell touch

One day warm skin
And then never again

For an end is cold
Be it young or old

And not the same is them
When she is at an end

Owning a business

Owning is not wishing

It's not dreaming

Or dismissing

Soft like kisses

Or sly like winking

No

Owning is

Dust on a shelf

And numbers in a ledger

And scratches on a floor

And tooth and nail biting

Just to remain open once more

These days are to be enjoyed

Because they are

Above it all

Trivial experiences

We have not had

And on many fingers I could count

The ways we weren't

Most ordinary at all

For this life and death

Have I experienced with you

And there's no fairytale likeness

Left in mind

After watching others fall

And yet we rise

Together

One and all

Saria

In the attic of mind

There are corners of my cobwebbed world

Which I remember any yet

Have neither desire to clean

Nor wish to see

Ever again in this attic of mind and memory

(Of mine)

Growing Change

Every year with change

I build and build

But in many different ways

And emerge as such

A person who is inevitably different than

The voice which spoke not too long ago

And yet

I am

And I build and reced

Like a wave my life crashes

And returns to the sea

Year after year

Clean

A breath is only as fresh
As your mind perceives ot to be
And as the air actually is
Clean

Will

My will

When tied firmly

With vision

Will always be stronger than

My want

Lives in whole

Young people talk about marriage

As if

It were something to settle

Or start

When really

It a life

Or two

No longer separate

But in whole

No longer in part

Walking fantasism

Walking fantasism

The idea that

In walking by

The steps are better

Somehow on this

Other path and other side

Of which

My feet and I

Can guarantee

That they are not

Ever no

They are not

Caretaken

Care is not giving

But the investment

Of willingness

Compounded by time

And sharing

And understanding

And knowing

What is felt

Not even so much what it means

But what is felt

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