Reality is

Anyone can write

About a dream

But reality

In all of its

Glass and mirror

Dimensional glory

Demands a pen too

And is the challenge

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How wishes die quietly

A wish

No longer exists

But dies again

Once it’s done

And real

And finally felt

In the existence of life

In this

Here and now

And then instead

A new wish exists

Again

Heart engines

I trust my word

I know my heart

It’s the other eyes

Who see my capabilities and wish 

To use such for their own benefit

A heart

An engine

A core to exist

Or so I have, or have been

In the past this this

Was even part of my thought

To exist

But now I am

In being

Far more than that path

Would ever lead me to be

For now I am more 

Than what they may or may not

Think I am

Now, without proof

I am me

Most definitely 

A hearts evolution

A followers heart

No longer beats

To push blood

Though this middling body of mine

Instead, and much less singular

It is with eyes and new mind

With bright blue fire and new light

That I get to announce and to wish

To set forth new challenges for which to strive

Together, for once

Graveyards rich

Somewhere out there

In a rich graveyard

There still lives

Many fountains of memories

And fast fading minds

Set to die

As we all will

As we all are

In our choices though we may yet be

Alive still

And moving some

A direction, a choice

Here scripts

A last will and testament

Of choice

As where you go isn’t given

But how you resist

Or choose to rest

As the sunlight fades

This is the very essence

Of superior solution

And steady voice

Now choose

Who help themselves with both passion and forethought

Opportunistic prayer

Is one thing

But put me in a room

With time and stance

And space to show

Just how much care and effort

A man of mind can extend

And I

Surely will not

Disappoint

Such an opp

Focal

Focus is both

Part blessing and part curse

If out of range or out of reason

Your sight runs wild and wide

Of the goal prospectus

Sometimes

I just get tired of sight

Let me close my eyes

Blind

In glistening

The trick I find

In glistening eyes

Is to

With a most consistent ingenuity

See now what you see

But look also through the frame of years

Past what might not

And yet not at what you think of as could

But truly at

And also into the eyes of those

And what they could be

As well (as you)

Not water but

Too much drowns

And not enough suffocates

My

Oh this is my

Space

Regardless, regardless

Turn a page

Or answer back

With either goals achieved

Or new prospectus sent

Regardless

The next breath arrives

The next will rise

And every moment will pass

By like birds in the sky

Regardless and at last

Haiku a haiku

Careless is more than

Any one anyone’s heart

Should ever wish for

How we speak and don’t

A final word

Is not to be expected

From a man of deeds

And goodness done

But

You may get it none the less

But only may

And probably won’t

Sadly

A chosen pain

A pain like this

Is most frustrating, yes

And yet chosen by me

A most willing man

Was

Before I was fully grown

Perhaps I said

Yes, I will

And I did

And will now

Suffer the consequences

Of those short days long gone

In the sun most fun

And yet the taxing still

In the sunset of now

Nail of truth

Every once and awhile

We humans swing a hammer

So close to the nail of truth

That our efforts shimmer

And in a dazzling arc

Strike closer to what is

Than ever before

And spark

Waiting for a forever train

We are all just waiting

Or walking

Or working

At a train station

For plane

Or bus rest

For stopping

Until we’re all gone

One by one

And home

Aka not here

Fearless I say and hope

A fearless man

Should fear only God

And perhaps slightly those betrayals

Which would cut off blood from the heart

Or breath to the lungs

Or hope from the mind

I say

So I think and find

We look into screens

And into air and eyes

All around and yet without

Stopping to simply live

To be thankful for these

Our own senses and self

For our own smiles and eyes

Facing out

And these I think

Are blessing and states

Of being beyond compare

Or so I think and find

A most curious tanka

The most curious

Thing about people I see

Is that they were you

Once upon a time before

Just as soon like them you’ll be

Pour out

Pour out my soul to no one

In a quiet corner of this intuitive imagination lost

Unfound

I stand

The most assured and straight

As once a young man was (I) without cost

Spending time

In search and worth

Unbound by earth

Midst mind and sky

Of this now I’ve become most certain and sure

It is he and not I

Until my faith calls me home

As he knows and knows

Where my heart and words can be found

In this life and in the next

Most alive

My thanks