An envious shadow

Envy is

The unspoken

And unsung song

Which hums a tune

Of "I totally could"

But you won't

You cease to move a shadow

For the entirity of

The day is long

Sensors and such

In regards to those visual people

Who see for others

As compared those

Who see only for themselves

An enjoyment of sip

Or a slight distraction on a shelf

Of these I am one

Of the prior eyes most found

In the smaller substance of life

For there is detail like sand

In the visual experience of those stroking sensors

Which is all, not for them

But still and in moving

All around

Unbridled

Ambition is fine

Goals and motivation

Provoke pursuit of the unknown

Of the excellence

And the performance which mimics the divine

And yet

And yet

Be reminded of this

Your pursuit is not your own

Social animal of small

For as surely as you stand

Those around you not supported

Will undoubtedly fall

And at your hand no less

If you're not aware of this

Your unbridled self

Wishing all and all

(To be)

My most grounded love

Care as I become
Not lofty like clouds
But rooted like trees
In the knowledge of love
More stead than any fanciful breeze
For you
Yes you
Are my most grounded existence
And l am happily found
In the soil of your love
Which is more natural and kind
More self-sacrificial and sound
More in-cluded in-depth
And with vegetation all around
Moreso than any other rocky outcliff on which
I was previously found
Trying to settle down
And go
No
For it is you
Which will forever be to me
A garden


Saria

Echos which echo

Sometimes a song

Sings out to not where you are or were

But to where you'd like to be

In the future years of your being

And what has yet to come into this

Being

Yes this

Sometimes this

So it sings

And your hear it as such

Regardless of the intended singers personal meaning

It is

Selfish self focus in the distance

I often pray for things
Out of my selfish being

And sadly with views
Turning towards these
Preceived horizons of me

I still look and look
And look upon
Distant futures of me

Without once a true thankful though
Given to the very cup set before me

And on this front
My eyes, could be better in being

In their perceptiveneaa newed
With new seeing

Amen

Freedom from self time

Don't bother me

Though all around may be busy

Know this

That I am nowhere to be found

Yet alive as all the birds and bees

And breathing as connected leaves

Not afraid of falling

For I stand in heart

Just as securely as my frame

Sits now

In this pictures of american small town

When I am free I am free

And this is nit writing at all

To me

Dictation

No matter how hard you try
You cannot ever truly dictate
What a gift once given
To the world will be

For when it first left you
It became
And will always be
It's own separate and unique thing

No longer you
But once in seeing
And no more merely yours
But now free

This is the nature
Of the accepted internal
Fated breath and beating
Once forced into being

Fleeting strength

Strength

True strength

Is a stand alone thing

The kind of act or walk

Which requires footprints

Upon which noone else sees

Or seems even set upon to limp

This is the nature of these

Strong moments of self

Enduring and at ease

Is this version of me

For now it seems

I am free to

Flee

Our tanka, a society

Our society -

Has gotten to this point now

Where wood is not wood

But a preconceived structure

Held together by - perceived

Some study to be seen

The biggest lie of the education system

Is that students study at all

And that the system itself

Isn't setup for those

Who wish to be seen

In the fires of study

They do

And are

Not in secret

But seen

Not by all by any means

But for most

So I thinks

Perspective gift

Life

Is less about

What you have not

But should be

More about

What you've been given

By God

You see?

Good, better, perspective

There is no true best

Only those who are now here

To determine thought

To be sensible

Boldness of mind

A one dimensional way

Always calls me to being

And then ushers me away

Once the doing is done

And the cost of living has spent

Financial ends to be returned

As the dividends of sense demand

That to my master of ideals

And to my dreams forward

I always pay

Unwinds, unbinds

Earth is dust and fuss

And ice and time

And nothing beneath the suface of man

Except the earths clock

Such as the sun and light

Which unwinds and unbinds

And this is something

Which we never see

Because we dont care to look beneath

Our very feets

Anymore

A longing, to beg

A longing is not a longing

If a long road is never at an end

And you can see such

Down a narrow and divergent

Street of beautiful fault

But of no such substance

As the road set before you

Neither left nor right will ever be

Right

So continue on

In your walking or driving

Take no flight to either side

I beg of you

Internal ownership, a tanka

Though we may build up

And have papers which say that 

We are now our own 

No change is greater than this

INTERNAL UNDERSTANDING

Unwind, unwound

Some days in pulling

You find

That there is string for days

So much so that weavers would never weep

Many quilts could be made

And threads could be stitched up and away

And those days

I like those day

For I feel longer than weeks

And more refreshed than months

Spent away

Some days

Thought is my drug

My greatest drug

By far is thought

Which is tough

Because my supplier is near

And mostly me

Most of the time

It's tough

When the speak well of you, what to do

The best way to influence human optinion

Is to not

And then also not to care about what they think

Truly

Admiration has nothing to do with you

Ever