Sunlight orange, a tanka
If there is ever
A time for colors to be
Felt most honestly
Then inject me with this bright
Sunshine light of orange now
Dead Forests
Friends
Like trees
Are best whenever
Growth and growing both
Need and yet needn't be
Are ignored no more but challenged
By a personal realization of that accountability
Which most crertainly needs to ....
Be
For I have no use for dead wood but to burn
Misunderstandings
Deliverance is not an escape
But the thought of which we have
Which says we should
When we really can't
But could ... if we didn't care or plan
As such
Such sacrifices are ... just wishes denied
And misunderstood
Morning Cold
In the mornings I
Feel cold as death
And down as settled snow
To the clinging ice of ground
Until
The sunshine comes
And melts away
My morning doubts
Into an afternoon confidence of
Why not
And therein then truest me is found
A morning interview is a death wish
To the likes of me
Pens the words
A speech is only
As predetermined to a crowd
As the writer in mind
Pens the words before
And then shares them aloud
As truth perceived
Forgive
Fires do not rage if tended
Wound will heal if properly attended
And the mending of lives may commence
Unintended
Is never the root of such healing in hearts
Or in minds semblance found
As with stubborn feet planted
Instead just walk
Not away but toward
Tame fires with eyes
And use healing to cure
Lest your love die
And trust me you don’t want that, my friend
Newly one, a tanka
Careful as there is
No second chances for this
Simple us of some
Impartial innocence since
We are two now and newly
Timeless sight
There is no christmas morning
Like the first sight of last night
Neath windows round and veiled
Looking up and down
Both now and forever
Into an ocean of desire
A raw galaxy of pleasure
And therein truth
Lies an honest you
And me together
As one in dance
And unstoppable two
Life enlarged is changed again
Growing is to become
Not just larger
In the pursuit of life
A size of sorts
But to realize that
If wishes do come true
Than life undoubtedly
Undeniably will
Change like stars
From autumn spring to sky
And the same will not be here
Or you
Fame is human magnification
Great names
Of a human nature
Are only great
Due to the magnifying glass
Held by the other human hands above
Such striving is striving
For memoric episode beyond the grave
And striving is not fate
(Or so I find)
Vision and feet
It is quite natural for
A visionary to despise those eyes
Which are impressed upon the floor
And trained to seek no more
Than the next few steps beyond
Tomorrows bounding doors
Thats fine
And to be expected
And even understood
But that doesn't make the footing
Any less assured or unsure
It does not, obviously
Horrible coffee, a tanka
Overly flowing
Is the unattended cup
Left in hand to be
A burning and a viscous
Lava overtipped on me
Life proceeds
Life is not something
Which so simply can be said
You are living
Instead you are breathing or you are not
You are an intentive being or not
And all you see before you is built
By time or mind or hand of God
And something not is life
Proceedes
Only, if, then when
We thinking beings
Are not always but often
The kind of thought based creatures
Which think, only, if, then when, I will
And yet
What is always most true
Is so often not what is thought
Or felt
Or experienced
But instead what we perceive
As the next step is wherever to be
And in what direction
So is our choice to be
Determined by mind?
Selfundiscovered
Finding who you are
Will be
Is about as easy as
Remembering what you felt
Last week
At a random hour of unforseen
And perhaps
Even when you were asleep
Even then as you are now
Wake up and be
Grow and fall alone
I love to care
Like trees grown close
To houses friendly
The kind which generally are well situated
And never stand alone
And yet
I also like my leaves to fall
In quiet reflection
And sunlit pools
Alone in autumns last sun lone
I need this
For some reason
I know
Life in flow
Here nor there
Is neither me
This inbetween
Of worlds above
And skies below
My life has twists
And turns like road
And yet forward
Always I will go
When roadside flowers
Were my aim
At start of seeing
My life in flow
A hearfelt distant tanka
Wanting is not wrong
So long as obsessiveness
Stays it own true course
Beside itself and at this
Once heartfelt distant balance