Protective measures I’d forgotten, a haiku

Protection only

Goes as far as it is then

Needed by ones self

Similar, yet different, choices

What it really comes down to

Both above earth and below

For a solemn soul such as yours

Bound by choice and try

Is to give back to the well

Which has sprung up there beside

As such fresh water will not always last

But alas

Yours will always be the choice to try

And honestly…

You’ll be just fine

So go ahead

It’s not goodbye

It never is

Who you are, a tanka

Skies only begin

To fall with agony near

And around ever

To come to ground when your try

Isn’t aligned with this you

Newness of day and month

It is in these breaths

That I find

A new month with new words

And a new sense of this

Escapism for

Even the most persistent of times

The silk roads

The fatal shores

And the spares of stars in the sky

Which couldn’t catch

Even the brightest of eyes

Still all shimmer and all shine

Which leaves me dark and sitting here

With a world around

Looking only inward

To unfind self

And to stretch my again in a balancing these

The act of escaping daily’s thoughts most fine

That yes this is to write both right and divine

Or that I find

Can’t yet could

I wish I could leave

The value in place

(Supporting decision all along)

And yet alleviate cost

Making it to my own being

Both affordable

And to belong

But alas I can’t

But if I could

Yes

A subjective look

And he called this sublime

A subjective look

At the nature of

An intuitive mind

Still living and yet for now

Here

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

More    

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