Creator created
I always felt
Like I was searching for a space
Within which to be rewarded
For nothing really
Aside from a selfishness of self
Perhaps
But now
Having seen myself a mirror
And more fully looked
Upon my own most honest
Face of reason
And future hope combined
I see at last
Not that nothing is free
But that a calling will cost you
Far more than any ordinary life
Would ever buy for you
With time
Awareness and un, a tanka I know well
There is awareness
And there is the quiet un
Which both in their time
Are good for a man in his
Uncomposed love for the mind
Never greener
Ask yourself
Really ask yourself
If that better would be
And if you could see beyond it
To the clean up of post
Ask yourself
In earnest and see
If you still want to say yes
Then your mistake is not in the dream
But in the reality of what you haven’t done
In the cold hard truth of what you don’t deserve
In what you’ve been missing all along
Such an atmosphere
A wish
Is a wish
And you should spend no time
Waiting for stars
Or untouchable feelings
(To count)
No matter how compelling
Or even warm they may seem
Instead
You should awake
Not to cold hard soft if truth
But to the reality of
If you are living your own dream
Or even pursuing you own eyes
And what they can see
During the hopeful days
Of looking out and up
Beneath the sky
Such an atmosphere is to be desired
My friend
When words rain
Sometimes words
Like rain fall fast
And other times I see them
Almost in a slow motion down
In a crashing arc
And to deathful ground
They are committed slow
And with an exploding way
Flow outward and
Around the bend
Until they are no more seen by me
Or heard around
As rain fall down
And finally my personal favorite
The time to choose
Who you are
Never truly comes
All at once at least
But it seems
Like random intersections
And at the corner of responses
Resides both decision and direction
At least on a daily basis
So it
Seems
Espa
Out of and out onto a veranda
All of these old
Scratchings and scrapings
Of horse hair and hands holding
Onto nothing at all
But merely vision of everything
To there there exist within frame
And so it wasn’t until it was
An undiscovered until unfound
Out
Espa
Me and you, you and me
One can wish for one
And two
Separately the same
With this identical cypher of self
Me we
You
Espa
An opaque heart
I feel as though
This opaque heart of mine
Would even lighten ink today
And pollute its midnight reign
Like the last colors of day
And all that would remain
In writing and light
Would be gray
Espa
Saria un espa
With you
Is a yes
I’d do again
In a beat
But here
And to see
Never again
Perhaps
Is what best
Suits me
Espa
A far off away
When I look at their speech
I can almost see
The words and phrases
The chatterous meaning
And the smallness of life en discussionada
Passing slowly there
Betwixt both teeth and
Between.
España
A point of emptiness
Graciousness
Has a point
Of
Emptiness where
No more
Willingness
At all
Decides to
Exist
Anymore
Espa
Wouldn’t wish
If I could wish
For a comfort unmatched
In this life of constant change
I would want
But wouldn’t wish
Perhaps
As this life
Is not meant for such desires at all
But a train station inbetween
Espa
A place of creation
Here or there
There will always be
A man like me
A man of dreaming hopes
With true determination of being
To create something out of mire
Out of nothing smoke
And mountains asleep until awoke
And you cannot take such a place out of me
But only me out of it for a spell
Yesterday is
Worry is worry
Regardless of what is or has
What will be will be
And you
Even in your most
Self perceived internal wisdom
Will not know what to do
Until the clock strikes now
And yesterday is behind
And there’s no more of life
Unless you live it
To be
To make
And be free
A vision beyond
So much of what I do
Is not about today at all
But a plan for tomorrow
A vision beyond next week
And an influence which will hopefully stretch
Out like arms into an eternity
At least by human standards
Standing, like monuments
Wishing for dreams
A more youthful me
Used to wish for wishes
And dream of dreams
In the most unrecognized way
But true standing of self
Is in more honest reflection
Over all the what has and the who you are
Not just becoming, but have been
Shore or sea
When a ship sails
You’re either on it or you’re not
There is no shoreline-standing
Or around-town-looking
When the whistle blow
And the champaign strikes
And you undertake
A new and exciting
Seafaring life