Pulling, a tanka
Fighting with the grass
To dry itself alive now
Is like painting clouds
Or like brushing tree leaves out
Or like pulling stars down when
Endless worth
If you stumble back
Upon my words
From days perhaps
When my habds were warm
Then know this now
My you who I told
In a time almost as imperfect as yourself
Be it young or old
Or in action or still
I loved you for you, not myself at all
And to your future growth I bend
Unbroken
I always wished to command my will
Becaus you are
And are worth it
Always
Saria
If I knew where
If I knew where
Was the place
I could always be free
Of myself and my own constantly nagging
Judgement of life and self
And thought of being within ideals
If that where was within
Or so I like to think
That is where I would be
Most definitely
Indefinitely
Free
Pennies and stones
Coins in the sand
Are just nothings unfound
And I am in no such search
By the sea or anywhere else around
For you are a gem
Of pure carbon and stone
Less alarming than nickle or copper
And more valued than gold
Saria
Wonder wait why
Enjoyment is a weird thing
Like a door which locks
And you know it will
And yet still you stand
With no desire to walk though
Yet still
It stands there
Before you, innate
And yet you hesi
Wonder
Wait
Why again?
In head thought
We men of thought
Find too much in head
Too often and too soon
Alive so much
That we wish and pray
And return fantasies
To a time of youthful deeds once dear
When the times were like grass
Ever growing and short
And the days were nothing to last
Mere drops of sweat
Running down a buzzed head
For this kind of thought
Had it yet to ne born
In me
Though now I love it somehow
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