Time spent in both eyes and life
Time is a weird thing
In the throws of joy
It is all we want
Born of moment and desire alike
And yet
Be told no
That there is no more
Or they’re no longer here
And you’ll be
For passing into past
Like no other
Just to be
Anywhere else most immediately
Away
From time itself
Spinning perceptions
One thing is for certain
About this earth and how it spins
Both left and right at the same damn time
Based on mostly a tilt of head
And expressions temporarily
Almost seemingly aligned
And that is that
You can forever distract
With both smiles wide
And an unwavering dedication
To a constant frustration alive
Or
You can just
Get on with you
And most unselfishly
Choose to care more that is
About your own mind
About your own life
While it is
On and off and on again
One day perhaps
Enough light will spill in
Like the life itself
Through the windows above
To fill up even hearts
Not to mention eyes and minds awaiting
So much so that they all forget
That we are all just and in passing
Waiting patiently as a state
And looking also
For a train
And then until it’s not, a private thought
A private thought
Is a most private moment
Indeed
Until it’s not
Until it’s shared
Until it breathes more than one and exceed the inner sanctum
And is
More
A tiny, glowing, private thought
A private thought
Like a tiny ray
Holds no light in hand
Or in eyes to compare
With such a reality (as this)
Of beautiful and deep understanding
Within such a day (as you are)
And I happily live in you now
For a spell
Captured like a bulb
Glowing
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