A rare verse of actual me
Asking is not
A great gift I’ve been given
No
Instead my gift
Is the connective oneness of mind
Which always says that I can
And I will
And no one will remember at all
Once this day is past
Once all the doubts of those around
Are behind
I am too confident inside
And too willing to take on
To tow this
Is my line
Hopeful arrival
You always hope
That when you look and see
With a smile ever so slight
Into the horizon and beyond
That where the earth meets the sky
Will a crinkle shade your own eyes
And with both crows feet and form
As a swarming lifting off
Into the clouded day eyes
You always hope
There and then
That you’ve somehow smiled your best
That to where you were always meant to be
Foreverone and at last
You’ve arrived
This that life, is
Life is a series of knowings
And uns
And wants
And times spent seeking
And sleeping
And occasionally with
Fun
But more often than not
Being alive is slowly
Into being
An
Undone
And a doing of something
Almost nothing at all
Or so it feels when you are
Done.
Looping as a verse
Belong
Is a knowing thing for
Hope is not
Something for the weak or strong
But for those who believe firmest
That they are exactly where
They
Into an existence forward
Walking and living and loving
Are all one and the same
A constant step everyday
Into a forward existence of new
And even better in direction
Towards the fullest being of you
Step
Today and tomorrow
Do
Centering on a tanka
Centering is this
Taking time to uncoil
A twisted minds eyes
Which focuses too much on
Tomorrow instead of now
Free to endure
An enduring heart
Will create and not consume
Whatever it is that they need
And in finally finding it
At the most opportune time
Will let outward a breath
Like a sigh
And with new life begin to breathe
All else is folly
All else is vice
But to create and see
And to sigh to the side
And through your eyes to breathe
That is rejuvenation
And to truly be
Free
Beside, Alive
Seeing others
Is in a sense
Believing that
The day is normal
And once again
Unseen I'm seen
In a very smiling way
Beside this feeling
Alive
Looking back with a (:
Looking back
At the no regrets
I see
That my time was mine
And my life as well
In an ever spending
Focal point of self
With the occasional looks
At a landscape of could be
Would and should be
Within the future of you
And that place
Is where I am now
(:
The feelings of both are one
When you wed
Or bear
Then becomes
The pain of another
The discomfort of another
All of these things and more
Your own and
More suddenly than
You’d ever realized before
They are
Yours
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