Hawthorne and me

No great will know my name

Nor I

Know any of their friends or wives

And that

Is something to both smile about, I think

As we, I find

Can be an incredibly insufferable type

All in love with these

Our feelings, and visions, and intuitive sights

The kind which all other men

Call a flame to be alive

Bright

Alive

Alight

This life of mine

Ha

More balanced somehow

We men do
Truly desire this nothing
To make our most intense
Most passionable
Something days of this life
More balanced somehow
As being here surely kills us
Though we certainly love to die
And in escaping flow
With the occasional seperate life

Those who follow behind

Guiding is walking

Others quietly down a path

In the direction which

Your own footprints since traveled

And their next experience is yours

And your history alike

This is

What it's like

To teach and guide

For many years

In this life

Run

A finish line

Can be a focal point

If the fear of steps and strides to come

Don't get in the way of you

Running the race in the most first place

Just run

And whatever you place

You will have won

Ownership Envy

Envy no more

The ownership of another

Until your eyes have seen

In all of the situations unbridled glory

What is truly burden

And responsibility abound

Unless you wish for that as well

In which case quit your job

And truly go

And with these people

Surround

Until then, don't even anothers house

Mindspring

Waiting for the mind

To spring alive

Here there is no

"It is like" at all

Instead it's just a cold

A foreboding silence

Like having you back up against

An east facing wall

And you don't know how high it goes

Or how long it will take

For the casting shadow to fall

And die again

To the inevitable light

Of life alive

Each day

Specifically in the cold months

Ans mornings

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

Someday

Someday

Forests will refuse to burn

And cold will rule

And I will fly

To a different kind of earth anew

When my spirit spark to write has died

Someday

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