Human will and intention
If there was reason
In every wave
Then there would be no crashing
No tides
No turning of days
Ever in the skies above as below
No
Such things are arbitrarily designsled
To do exactly as
They ought to
But might not
If we
As human beings
Be
As we are
Ever obsenant
If sudden changes were a haiku
My eyes are not full
They are overflowing with
This sudden change felt
Flow and flow
Life is such a flow
Yet entirely different from feel
We are waves
We are rocks
We are clouds
And we are stars
Sometimes up
Below as above
And yet always
We are not
When shaken and crashed
When tumbled and rolled
When coasted into storm
And burnt out unborn
So our ending is suddenly known
And back to flow we go
Alive, and free, in an American game
When last is last
And I have moved
Beyond the space of movement
Into still
Please know that I
Was the only enemy I had
The only source of discomfort known
Was truly me
And to look up and see
That ball fly free
Into the great wide sky and beyond
Any confines of mortal men alive
In those moments I smiles
More than wider can wide
Because there I was free
And with those teammates most alive
And inline
Saying "good game"
That was me
Suddenly alone as wishes
Believe it or not
You can get your wish
(To be left alone)
The only problem then
Is
(That you are)
Rippling above
My life is like a stone
And though thrown
I hope to look up
Someday and see
All the ripples and waves
Once made by me
But
Most likely
I'll just sink
Sight, such things aren't yours
When I see
Other sunshine now
It's very different
Than the days before
Now when I see
That bright light of youth
Bursting through
I am no longer in the lone of sight
The warmth, or direct path of that equation
Instead I smile
For the future bright
Which that light will find
And the warmth therein
For someone else
In whatever way it is felt
Its not about me
Sublime Time
Time loses me
And evades my mind
Until exactly when
It calls me back
When I least want it to be
A found lover around
This is the plight
Of the hard thinking man
For his work is never too far off
From his mental reach
Or so I find
Buried away in this
Poetic mind of mine
The underlying current is always moving
And far more interestingly
Sublime
How working mine, mind works
Be still my mind
Make neither it
Nor heart
My king
For away is only
Another way for me
If it's not one of many things
Then it's a thousand inbetween
Trust in rest
The idea that rest
Can be scheduled somehow
Is like the idea that life
Will be morefully lived
Once you have or have had
Or willed what is to is
And it won't
Ever
Trust me
Behind all curtains
Behind all curtains
At the end of scenes
Neath credits which roll
Know this something about me
Not when young
But always and regardless of old
I am anxious for life
And for over and free
I am nervous about failure
Not for you but, more selfishly, for me
Because I do not rest well
Atop the grave of memory
No, instead I find myself excited
To be done
And in my own perception to be
From myself most obviously "Free"
Un-focus
People respect achieved focus
Results result from a lack of life
Because focus requires
This unilateral sight
Which means you see less
Of at least one kind of light
Be it before or at dusk
Make sure what you're building
Is both what you really want
Like
And also what is right
Make sure
Lest you look up
And miss your own life
Maintenance
Time is a life
To those who lived
And worked and slept
There before
You had ever arrived
And yet
All that time
Is but a resulting decay
Neath a once kept house
And such hours from now are far away
From you at present
Don't you see?
Hearts which ache always turn
A heartache
Never truly goes away
Or so I find
Instead it turns
And in directive measures
Find
Itself a new aching direction to take
When ine ache dies
Inevitably
Another one awakes
And cries
Nights Rise
And when night falls
It is only for a spell
Undercast and gray
In growing return once again
Like the grass in spring
Or the sun in morn
No night alone was felled
It was not fallen
Into anything but a dream
For it is here
And with each eveing after dark
A new moonlit star is born
How she sleeps
Sleep
True sleep
Is something of which
I so often dream
And wish for this whilst
I am awake
And she
Rest peacefully by mea
Without a fear in the world
How I wish I could be
Such a person
So far away from self
As her
When she dreams
I wish
Remebering a cup
Do you
Remember
The minor coffee
The major cup
Which you held at this time
Two weeks ago
?
The average man
Will not
Think not
Having not
Thought
About such
.
This
Is the nature of life
Once gone
Once hot
Once we felt like it was
Enough.
But now we've forgotten
And have moved on
To another cup
.
Time is, a tanka
Time is friendly in
The presence of those most close
Who we have since chose
But falls like a stone down down
Am unmotivated well