Two skies
Two night I knew
When I walked out under the sky
Not blue
But darker than the sea at its deepest
And felt the softness of future breath
Her whisper quiet in my ear
Sp close
For a rain was coming
Gently in from a future
Just boundless the west
And to the I we ran
Until it cracked no more
Then all was silent once again
And I slept
Watching Life
We watch dominoes fall
We watch people fail
But the average human being
Doesn't think nearly enough
About seeing themselves
Lead
Win
Strive
And in changing
Prevail
It's a shame really
As there's no other life which you'll have
So live it
Pursuit, passion, a life in flow
This passion
My soul aches to be young
To be free in the flow
And pursuit
Free of time
In a place where I
Am unbridled, unbound
And I breathe with the breath
Of a being once known
To me here in my youth
In my memory
In which I've thrived
How I long for the once held
Close forgotten
Clean
High
Of life
A talkative mom
I knew to much
To not say so little
And so I thought
These words of mine
Had expressed enough
To bend the fates
To be at peace in mind
But no
None ever
Such words as water
Are enough
To satisfy
Such an insatiable apatite
For this
The original know
Of a love most kind
Goodbye
Is a said
Which I thought I knew
Until she passed
Me by
You were a mom
I love you
And you were mine
Shining lights
A telented soul
Has a duty to shine
But not to extend themselves perhaps
So much into the sky
As for as they were given
So to this life they comply
In even shining at all
Through the day
But also alight
Through the darkest night
Dont be afraid
Be alive in your craft
Ignite
Exactly where I wanted to be, eight hours later
Hear my young breath
Take a bite out of life
Hear my old soul
Speak a quiet still night
Into the existence of mind
For as surely as I once was here
Still am I still
In moving pens and typing hands
Atop corner seats at coffee swills
Where ink and pen and frustrated quill
Are burried in a white of cloud
There hear my thought for you, instilled
Would you climb and sit this literary hill
Would you?
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
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