And then? What?

Find a mate, and then what?

Get the raise at your job, and then what?

Build a home alive, and then what?

Fully transform your mind, and then what?

Cut your hair to style, and then what?

Burry a loved one who died, and then what?

Raise a child alive, and then what?

Dedicate your whole life, and then what?

So you've won, passed some time -

And then?

Where hope resides

No matter how the feel

Or strong the rise

Or sharp the edge of the wave

Or speed of the receding tide

Regardless of this

All of these

Are things in bloodflow

Or around at least

Are alive

And fun

And full of rushing

And yet

Fun is not what presides

In the heart of all

That instead

Would be hope and where it resides

Parry En Passant

There is a future, young

Open to possibilities endless

And then there is the committed

And guarded

Sword of strength and defensive

That is parry and lunge

The queenside and en passant

Proud Brothers

Sometimes we men

Don't even need to acknowledge

Our pride and joy

In seeing our brothers succeed

Because we as men

Truly grounded in self, and God, and truth

Once believed that we could

And did, and loves

And cannot help but smile at these

When we see our fellow man

Taming stallions and scaling mountains

And felling trees, and planting trees

For these they need no acknowledgement

When we see

Location, aspirations, words

My words and I

Are most please to be

In good breath found

And at leisure with the world

Not that one nor the other

Particularly cares for one another

But the world can have its air

Collapsing mountains and seas

And all the men who toil above and beneath

I instead employ only their minds

Their bright eyes and hopes

When they look beyond you

And above these your skies

There is where I will be

And in great body speak

This is where I aspire for my words to be

A wish for mental silence

Telling myself yes

To letting my mind be

A no

Or nothing

Or even less

Is more of a challenge than

Insert clever meathor here

And then, perhaps

My thoughts will finally come to an end

I wish

How I wish still for still

A walking contradiction

I sit

Next to daydreams

And wish

For quiet and yet company

For understanding and yet new self

For at a distance she

And is the only one

Who kinda knows me then

And certainly now

Cares to see me though

Into this future self and us

For this

I thank her

Saria

Rockets

Do we only admire rockets
After they've launched?
I think not
Though we do peak both
Attention and a population
View
When they first take off

Why?
Just because

We are a curious, launching, people

To this I see no
Question of
"Are we not?"

We are

Just a beginning

There are at least two

Very distinct

And distinctly different

Passions

For creation

For you

And sake of self mind

For others taste

Enjoyment

For future self

To say you did

For others rights

And right of mind

To name a few

As per these

And this

So here I once

Did

But this is not the end

How to be

You should always do

What is right (in Gods eyes)

Even if noone

Around you knows or even sees

God does

And having created the reason

Knows extensively the why

And any humanbeing

With half a heart still

Uncrooked and true

Would cheer you on

Extensively or in passing with a nod

If they only knew

(of you)

Wishful idealism past

Wishing

Is an endless currency

And we

Perhaps

Or just I

Set myself up with

So many shimmers

And waters

And mirrors

That

Perhaps

I no longer know how

To see

Without a wishful perspective

Spent in true

Unmisery

And oh

How this most

Reflective me

Loves to spend

Such thoughts

As these

Rest in, a tanka

Goodbyes left unsaid
Sounds out in ways, which we cant,
Even sense, or see,
Or taste, or return to dreams
Until we atone for sleep

A less selfish un

Let me never say

That all the words I spent in past

Were strictly for you

No

For as a selfish being

I'm quite sure that my self wished

For all such time to be spoken and spent

Yes

That is a find far more true to be said

As I thought I loved before

And then, there was a universe of you

Suddenly

Saria

Looming

When I am on the table

In a stale room

Atop a small city

And I need breath

More than anything

In a current jolt

Delivered straight to my lungs

Thats when I more than ever

And with widening eyes will hope

For something more than just a lungs forgot

For air itself to be embued

With a crisp refrehing life renewed

I want to breath again

Here

And soon

Respectful Trust

The most valuable thing

In business and life

Is not respect

So much as it is

A respectful trust

That truth is spoken

That action is taken

And that self is not put

So much so forth

But instead this

Steady strong building built

Beneath and for

This us

People respect that

And you by proxy

Haiku of hopes

Blessings on those who
Say goodbye each year or two
And hold to these hopes

A coffee breath

Though I wish I could

And would and will

Without help or hand

Unfold myself before another

And yet still

With movement I find

That my heart is not free

To speak without a jolt or two

A smoking gun of espresso shot

Into veins of purple and of blue

Surely this is my start

And my coffee heart beats

Most quickly when

I am approaching

Done

My type feels

My type

Feels only a pressure to create

So grandly that

Someday with grace

I can give and meet

And bless all needs

Of those who desire to be

Set

Free

Indeed

My type feels this most strongly indeed

A gleaming glowing tanka

Homes like people wish

To grow and be grown within

And polished till bright

And gleaming like newborn

And glowing like a young sun

Thoughts unread

I remeber this

And can speak

That we men believe

That our pondering minds

And focal point hearts

Can somehow pierce the sky

Without speech or sound

And that just by looking at us you'll know

When really it's for years

We go and go

Withouth telling you so

Isn't that funny how

We expect to be understood as such?