Concrete and canvases, perfect flow
A more simple man
Is not wrong to be
Or to have a mind set
Be it in buckets or concrete
But I
But I am
Not or neither
Any of these
So much so the concrete mixers
Is ever regarded as an artist
But overlooked perhaps
Us both
So similarly
To serve, perfect flow
Service is not an evil thing
To give back and give
The moral ebb and flow
Of blessing and being
And of promise to be
So long as your heart-stead beat
Is in line and in tune
With the song of true service
Than you are
Exactly where you belong to be
And if your heart is not
Then perhaps you should
Consider something of your own
So as not forever to be in distruth
Stuck in living to be
Never a waste, perfect flow
Don't ever look back
And say
"Ah, what a waste..."
Instead
Turn the globe
And see your travels for what they are
A certain time
A certain wish
A certain you
In a certain place (no more)
For that is the point of traveling, to end
Just as all lives do
So please, don't waste
The true best is, perfect flow
The kind of people who cheat
Are those who know not
How not to look
For something perceived to be
Somehow better than
This beautiful bright light of first day
Of reality
And I
Smile happily to the sky
Every dawn to see
My Saria bright as an eternal sun
And reflective light
Like the moonlight of Christ
And with she is free
In unity
You are far more free
Saria clear, perfect flow
These puddles have not
A comparative chance
Nor the obvious features
Reflective clarity
Or depths of future prosperity
Which you so clearly exude
From both meters to miles down
In uniqueness
Saria
Silent self, perfect flow
This beautiful silence
Is to me
A broken wish
An ignored thought
A wonderful day which could be
But won't
At least until
I am allowed to be more
Than a bump on a log
In a river of contemplative thought
From these old ways, of idleness
I am most definitely
Lost
Homeward heart, perfect flow
On this the eve
Of another depart
I say and stay
To my steady homeward heart
I will return
We will indeed
To be with you again
Most comfortably so
And worry about me
Not so much
As now I am
And so much more
Of the capable and of the know
In regards to my making homes
Far away from you
More cozy and now
Less more than ever before
Alone
No more
Not so ever
More
Jazz, perfect flow
I will only know
If I really like jazz
When I first hear it live
And in ears alove
Hopefully above
As such beats lift me high
And higher than any drug has known
For I am sober
Always
Look up, perfect flow
The floating words
To you in the sky
Will never be know (to be)
As they were intended
In this moment united
As the wings of planes
And birds do fly
Across and through
This unified canvas of white
And cloudy lines
Of sky
Look up and see
This intentional
Me
Pairings, perfect flow
Every
I ought to be
Should be paired
In tune
With every you did
You were
You won
Such a song
And so as should
These youthful days of growth
Not be forgotten
Like a first promise lost
So soon
Killing you faster, perfect flow
And then what?
It'll kill you faster?
As you've traded your youth
For access to what?
The right not to worry?
About something so trivial
As living once was?
I mean
Was it lived at all?
Aside from your want?
These are questions?
I doubt it
Hours Ago, perfect flow
Hours ago
My hearts pace ached for you
My silent place
In mind away
From self alike
Who I knew so well
And all too well and now I see
That the only person
Keeping me from freedom was
Through the doorway into meaning
What is it
To be truly pulled
From your body
Through mind
Into a presence
Previously unknown
Most suddenly though
Beneath door eaves
And between
The wooden entryway to
A most inviting scene
Where you be
And become
A most engaged
And yet present of being
And the song
Once you've sung
Has unrolled
There, in true involvement
You are singing
Free at last
Status
I write now
As my mind has been
In so many places alive
As of late
That I fear not death
Or in some ways to die
But here
In this place of minor space and breath
I wait
For the words to beath
And speak their lungs into
A smokey existence new
And for that I wait
And for as much time take
I sit until such a speech is renewed
Crackle me, a tanka
Crackle me like a
Rustic fire from a strike
Of my fathers match
Until winter memory's
Are warm and near like a flame
Desire bursting, a tanka
When a desire
First takes hold and a small spark
Bursts into being
And then, most suddenly is
A warm light you should enjoy
Chai Fires
Lines and expectations
Burn
In the hearts of some
As excitement and
Chai
Whereas others just yearn
For the quiet break
For the tide to turn
And for their future lives
Asleep
To wake
Wish wish becoming
A wish is only as good
For the soul
As the soul is happy with
The result of said wish
Coming through the true mist
Of both time and allotment
Is
Generally what you will let it be
Challenging dreams
We humans need
Hard things to do
To challenge ourselves
Through
Into next
And yet
We dream
Of time unending
And of responsibility faded
As if somehow that
Could be more rewarding
Than the pursuit of this
The wish