A friend called time

Two old men sit next

To their youthful friend called mem

That is memory

Screens and skies

How many midday skies have I missed

With these

My own blueish eyes

Too in love

With their screens

And my words

And these meanings of mind

To advance causes and connections

And designs within jobs

Which will never shine brightly

Nor out as clearly as skies

Once passed above

Creative makings and haikus

Creation is this

Just one thing of minds eye to

Be within yet live

See and look

People live life

In their bodies, yes

Not also in their squints

In their minds

And in their focal points

In the brow of change, unchanging

Just above their eyes

Look

And see

?

When missing precious family moments

My eyes feel

A most disastrous swell

When I think about all

Of the missed smiles and small

Little memories of mind

In those children around

Who my adultish ambitions

So effortlessly left

Behind

That hits me

Full today in mind

Imperfect as she is

Imperfect beings

Who still try and strive

And make new again

In the hearts of men

Will be a love affair of mine

For as long as I breath

And have eyes to see

The clever places in which

Your best suggestions and

Truest wisdom bits arrive

Dearest heart and helper one the same

Saria

Ownership, then a haiku

Ownership

Will not free you from

This now or forever more

You must enjoy it

At times time is

Life will always be

At times

Difficult

Because life lived like this

Is a very human experience

It is short

It is imperfect

It is unbending

And it always ends

After all

When is said and done

And we set like the sun

In the western fall

And so we all go

Smiles and threads

A smile is more

Than a forming of one mind

Connected by nothing

With it’s strings of everything

Stretched out in between

Be it miles or meters

Away from hands and hearts

It matters not how it starts

But it’s started

And is

With a smile

Tidal mess

Sit back

See

Sigh

At the sight of flowing

Flow in being

Like rising

Falling

Turning

Tides of dark

And ominous

Incoming

Doom

But not for

Me

For us

But for the silent places

That were once

Held

By you

So sit back

See

And sigh

My friends

I am

We are

An unstoppable tide

Gray skies tanka

Gray skies roll in close

Caressing the hilltops old

Compared to their own

Recently born family of

Cloud conglomerate formed cold

A shadow isn’t

A shadow isn’t always

The mere mispresence of light

But a reflection of seen

Of a glowing sort of being

A which human with a vibrance

In their full state of being

And this

Can cast shadows

Due to radiance alone

A very long way indeed

Speaking

Confidence is knowing

Not what to say

But what is true

And what should be said

And then it is

(:

It is not

A struggle is not

Always such an impersonal thing

But a cause and affect

Which effects all

Those around who know

Or wish to see you through

Into the years of being

Beyond all seeing and such

With the days of youth

Now firmly behind

This is me

This you

This new us which we’ve found

Overtop time and truth

Hearts Weep

My heart breaks for the hardened

The neglected alone

Left to die without memory

Passed along ere to go

Into nothing and night

Into darkness and woe

How I wish for the soften

Once-young tree seed to grow

Into tall and reflective into

Smiles of more than knowing

The kind to with which

The most considerate show

This is my wish

Of today, of most

Unease a tanka

A mind uneasy

Is no more easily kept

Asleep than awake

Slight smile vibes

Vision is knowing

Not what will

Happen

With an absolute certainty of mind

But knowing what could be

And then trying to become

And then in the succeeding

A little smile on the base paths

As you somehow knew

Before anyone else alive

That this moment was true

And it was yours

Such currency

Spend no more

Than a single worry on want

Because such currency comes

At a dire cost to today

And in spending like this

You can never get back

The tomorrow

Once spent

Engines of true desire

Hearts
Powered by
The fuel of musts
Run engines true
And as needed forward

But a fuel more pure
Than wind or fire
Than sun or nuclear
Stands tall as this
A heartfelt desire

All the same, embrace

A change

Isn't necessarily a heartfelt

Sigh

From either such tongues

Or minds implied

Yet change is change

And new is new

And the memories of old remain

For as long as you let them

Or wish them

Through perceptive desire

To

Don't be afraid instead

But embrace all the same

Anew