I wind like this

A night alone

Is not so much about

The experience of me

But a chance to be thought

To be poured out and sound

Out like a drum in these silent woods

I wind like this

My yarn and twine

With a crackling leaf

So that I might be unwound

By you

My 1:35 newborn June tree

If I walk will you shelter me

From the dew?

Tanka wishes

My wishes pile up

But do not grow from the ground

Though that does not stop

The heart earth which still seeks me

To be churned and tilled alive

Parking lots

I walk because
I just want to be lost
On the trick of thought
No more
So I beg
In a circular motion to be
Free at last
Free indeed
Away from both mind and me

And so I walk
Because
I am unfree

For now

A bond is new

A bond is not a bad thing

But a bad thing is something

Or someone

Who or that I wish

You would never have to be

Bonded to

For life is too short

And good love is too deep

To have to live with these

Such shallow mistakes

My advice

Think, plan

Do not make what you will not want

Ever

For a bond is new, and it's making should not

Be a wake

It is not

Goodnight, most honest self

When you finally learn

To be honest with yourself

About feelings and doubt

And sleepless

And your opinions on stoudt

Then

Be it in waking

You can find and find out

What really matters to you

Once whatever simple

Household accessible

Drug your currently on

Has run out

Time

Money

Distraction

Or guise

For me it was the sleepless thing

Which took me finally

Closes enough to realize

That this is life, and it lives

Even when you close your eyes

It IS

There still, moving

Goodnight

Goodbyeing

Losing a parent

Is not watching someone else

(Lose a parent)

It's not comforting another

Or making yourself available to a brother

Or thinking quietly "poor bastard"

No, it is lonely

And humbling

And quietly greeted with internal mourning

Because you can plan all you want

But when it's your time to speak

To noone at all

You will know that they've risen

And especially if they fall

This is a given

Upstreams

Somedays the earth smiles back
And other days a frown
Gathers closely like clouds
Just above your eyes
And all a man can do
Really
Is look upon to understand
And see the small triggers
And the upstream of whys

Seeing

What you saw

Before you

Is mostly

But not always

A more conscious representation

Of what unconscious (or consciously)

Wishes to be

Seen

The men who must

In regards to me

And my father as well

One of the hardest things

For this kind of man to do

Is nothing

Honestlywhoknows

Do you

Have an obligation to share

A great collective

A life's work of self

If indeed

It was only for self

And was yours

Most known?

Honestlywhoknows

The right side of Joy

The idea that someday

You will wake up and find

Yourself on the other side

Of the joyful fence

Of the happiness tree line

Is not even remotely close

If you have never stepped

Or dreamed or prayed aloud

How then can you ever expect to be found

When all that there is around

Is destined for loss

This is the nature of both our earth

And joy, which is not of this earth

From this today

We respect legacy makers
For what they make
Not for how they did
But because they caused
And at one time lived

But a hundred years from now
Out there in the future
There will always be some young kid
Who never even knows the name
Or from this today what is

Life most endless

There is this endless thing

With life called wish

And being away from it is

To see the stars again

Without illuminated illuminessenc

Or a clear ounce of old sunlight amiss

And we in our escapism

Wish no longer to wish

And only to hold

Onto distractions for so long

Before we're right back in day

And the light turns a brilliant white from gray

Such an achievement, period, is this

When viewing the struggles of others

A struggle you see

Means nothing more

Than humanity embodied

The more important response

Is not of them

But of you

Of how you react and think

In regards to their

Situation and being

So let it be

And trust in these

Words of not judging so easily

Nowhere towns and haikus

There are no such things

As little nowhere such towns

Provided men live

Pointless words

If I knew everything
I'd leave
So it's better I do not
That way there is still purpose to books
And plenty of imperfect words
To ponder and read

Glowing

There is certainly something

Very beautiful in the dawn

When you see a sensory node

Humming buzzing alive

In the glowing sun

(It just is, even if its not for you)

And that's just fine

(For them)

En work

Sometimes we learn

To work for work

Or self or style

Or living or wage

And yet

The best work is done

For something above and beyond

What is learned in due age

And is most difficult to change

Is to convince others that

Its for them when and when

It has become your own aim

And drug of sorts

Obviously (to self)

A concrete, solid, tanka

Concrete is this thing

Which man himself made out to

In blocks call himself

A riverbed once dredged king

And so he built up a lie

Strength

Strength is something

We admire by day

(Some) long to explore during the night

And yet fades like dawn

At the first sight of old age

Because we run to the comfort

And instead not away

From the sugar alive

And so we age

And so we fade