Equal honor
You can make a living
Off others
And their living
And that is fine
Provided
That their standard of life
Doesn't suffer for you
Or as always
You can make yourself a life
Off yourself and your own
Provided that you
Are indeed and endowed truly
With a skill most true
Which is you
This also can be an equally honorable thing too
This us, escape
I pray
Not to be carried
Or transported
Though I do clearly love
The good escape
My dear
But I and me
Desire more than just be
For either a minute or few
(Not enough)
To properly express this desire
Of we
Saria
Steps and pages (turn)
Days come
And days go
And walking walks
And steps unfold
Before you as
Each day is sung
And each story turns
With gray pages fold
And you are young
Until you're old
For as days come
So also are told
This we of time
And of timeless hold
For days stretch out
But time
This time
It always fails to heat and expand
And in turning turns
Cold
New coffee
White steam
On a black lake
Seeps into the air
With a hopeful white
And in leaving this
These little trails behind
Screams into nostrils alive
Be awake
You survive
Sometimes a heart
Sometimes a heart
Speaks more fluently than words
And in later looking back
And truly listening
You begin to hear
Not so much the phrase
But the sound once unheard
For we make noises when we are young
Before we can speak true, and truly
This I've since heard
Not quite adults
Shaken are the feet
First always away from home
And on their own
Learning most of all
Their own time
Their own responsibility
And their own sense of self
To which both remove
And to keep
Such children are still children
Even if to many eyes, indeed
This is not what is seen
There are no experiences
Only mistakes and investments
Think
Ridges, a tanka
A vision is both
What you see as others pass
And what you can see
Beyond the normal hues of
This life in a valley here
The unchild is adult
To simply earn
So that others will serve
Is to deny one form
Or another
Of that which is most difficult to do
To try and grow
To return into knowing
The ways of balance before
Which your childhood self
May have actually adored
But now
You're an adult
With a credit care
And believe me
That freedom to suddenly exercise
Without exercise
Is what will be most felt
How to unsee
The strongest male gaze
Is actually not my own
Though I do try
And respect whole heartedly
Those kind and kind of eyes which know
In their bouncing way
Where to keep life in focus
On the brick
On the sea
On the sky above
And not on that which is between
The knees
The unsky, a tanka
The grayest skys turn
And in an almost greeting
Look down on the earth
And its populous therein
Just to see us frown once again
Uninspiring speech
Steady feet
In step with life
Move forward in ways
Which other sets of eyes
Either admire or hate
And that is why
I agree with the take
That people going nowhere
Always have
Something to say
Be less stagnant is life
Its more the living that way
Unshaken sound
The idea alone
That someone elses creation
Can move us in being
Time and space beyond their living
Is rather crazy to me
And yet I can still think of one
Such other composition of man
Which brings my sailboat to bear
On this great see of memory
And when I hear it I am barely
Afloat
So judge not, lest you sink
Silly self
Unaidable
You can try and help people
In their thirst for sharing
And even dig
To a certain degree
Down
And mean them well
But in the end
And at the finish
Their often line will be heard
And no stroke me be felled
And no spring may be found
For some hearts are dry
And you cannot lead
From a saltwater mouth
Out
Unbecummings
This is a drying season
Of muddy accomplishment
And stirred waters
Which leaves a thirst for salt and more
And earth and stone
And moon to hide
This eclipse of mind
Begs me to know again
A piercing sun which loves
And loves to shine
Uninnocence
We humans in being
Love our sugar
And perceived freedoms
And friends who fade away
Like lifelong days
Spent on taskes to repeat
And all the while deny
That we are doing all of these
The exact same thing
To which we wish to achieve
For as I see
No poor or rich man
Is ever guilty
Or innocent
Fully
We are
Free
To be
Inspiration
We humans
In unbeing
Are the most confusing
Of things
Which are moreso
Of the un
Than of the prior
Has been
And we
Like RF he
And EE him
Ere before
Are unlost
In the searching of our ways
And all the colorful more
In our most painted days
So, in your ageed youth
Let tongues like brushes
Paint and fold
And unwrap sights
Which breathe like the lungs
Until our chests, at rest
Are untighted and full
So it has been, let it be
And now you read