Man of many
A one dimensional man
Is only as attractive
As the one dimension within which
He is seen
By family, or lover, or world alike
You should seek
No security in this
One dimensional, one singular, way
One existence of being, no
Instead
Pick a future in which
You can see yourself again
Strong and reinvented
And run into it
Headlong
The authors above
Place them in a row
Paint them in a scene
Above
Any yet none of
These many many penmen know
Each other of
One and not the same
No, not at all
For they never knew
The other most
Perhaps just one
Tomorrow and on
Carry me in to a new tomorrow
This place of past
In my mirror
Has lasted
Far too long
And in my own sights
Too much
For on I yearn
To move along
And forward
Into a new sounding
Tomorrows song
And solution the same
How for this I long
Is self fine
Is self fine
When all around
Are all about themselves
Too
I'd argue not
And that it takes more
And wastes
Far less time
When you care
To learn
And care for more
Than your own self interest
First
When you should be closer to
Last
In cheering on
Roast, a tanka
Dark as night this roast
Trickles down from filtered mount
And falls into this clear
Glass canister of bright hope
That soon my eyes will be wide
Plan, breathe, live
Planning is nice
Breathing is good
Time is a friend
Or at least so it should
(Be)
And yet away isn't home
And home isn't free
And life is a clocks tic on the wall
To let
(Be)
There is noone but you
And yet everyone to see
In these moments of clairvoyance
Let tomorrow your today
(Be)
Where Self Is Aware
The main person
Who you truly need
To protect yourself from
Is you
Or so it is to me
And my most adamant self critiques
And inward workings
Of humanity known
This is true
Passing and past
Fear not
Of passing glances
Into past inhabitants
Or at the palces we call houses
These did not, last
For as sure as wood
And stone and brick
Make structures of sorts
You should always know this
No home, in my past
Ever such did exist
Until we decided to build
And did
Like this, us
Saria
Time, my old enemy, a tanka
Time is not one of
My oldest enemies or
Even an allie
But instead like a sea stretched
Out before me like a life
Running in my old neighborhood
Across the old crest
My feet used to fly
In the night unalone
But beneath all of this
The starry plane filled sky
And I in my eyes
Would look up into the existence
Of future and of known
And see more than just gasses
And clouds in the night
(I would see)
Time in mind
Who says that all time
Should be spent in mind
Alive and alert
And awake and inside
Surely it is not
As such
Like mere coins to be spent
Or sunny days to be smiled at
In this offering I persist
To insist that sometimes
Just sometimes
Away from self is the truest alone
False Guise
I'm under no false guise
That somehow reaching out now
Will permit more of a hearanle sound
As compared to before
But please
Just know
That for you I reach still
Even when so close
As this life has allowed us
To be
I still do and am
For you and me
Justify, a tanka
We as humans do
Justify ourselves to be
More than anyone
Or anything else on earth
As just in this our being
Life is breath (some advice)
If you're not careful with life
You won't live it at all
But instead
Permit yourselves
To breath out everything
And take in nothing
Until all the time around you is exhausted
And everything you ever did
(That final day)
Was your last
My advice to you
Is to be more aware of now
Of its impermanence
And to not
Do that
Myself, All The Time
I never thought I'd need
Permission to be
And think
Away from this newfound me
Even for just a few minutes at a time
But I can and do
And am and most greatful
Not for intimacy
(All the time)
But for time to simply be
(Myself)
On occasion
All Stretch
Muscles skin
Fat, flab, or fair
Bright glowing in soul
Or in a coffee enduced stare
Dear world
Written from me
Know most sincerely that
Nobody
Truly ever
Other than looking
For the sake of look
Even, ever, or will
Care
Lol
Complex Breaths
Simply put
Between complex breaths
The knowledge is known
And only you I seek
For only you know the silent circles I speak
Do you see?
A freedom of care
Caring can be
More free and unbridled
When you yourself
Are untied and untamed
But being so
Kinda sucks
Because such freedom
Is almost always too free
Full of nothing but potential
Whereas now
There is beyond mere promise
Now there is life
In its most purest form and actuality
Pacing, a tanka
People pace around
To see what life can bring forth
When really they are
Down the same paths just walking
Round and round in the design