A feeling for the wait

I feel for those

Who

Are still at a station waiting

Are still for a train looking

And still with or without vision

Still

I really do

Because

I was just like you

Still an

Yet different

By memories

Old homes

Today I looked back and saw

That my old home was safe

And carried on by new owners

Albeit in an entirely different way

For it is their choice to live

And there in their own way to thrive

And who am I in my leaving

To do anything other than

Remember again and again

How once living there lived

How in the days of such youth allowed

And permitted me to be alive

In that old home

You decide what is

You decide

At both the beginning and the end

Of all days

What is acceptable to you

Just because for what you ask for

As dreams come alive

Much faster than you think

When you decide

It happens

And is

Alive

Wave

You may so choose

In an attempt not to see

What has shone bright as day

In an already existence to be

That is your choice

That is your right

In turning heads

Left and right

And so my right also remains

To smile at the missed surf on the shore

And without passivity at all just to

Wave

Kickin Up Dust

Never lost

Never alone

Awash in choices

And worlds of lonesome wishes

Like lighthouses out

So did the last days glow

And brim with a new humming of power

As if speaking aloud the end of so

And the coming of this

A most glorious time of new

Which is cold as seas

And as warm as the morning suns above

And then as with a sudden dawn I knew

Having always known

Just as when I first heard

The anthem of an internal season shared

Go it on my own

A song

Holidays sights

These eyes

Like holidays 

Wish to feast and feast

Bringing new existence 

Into most memory sharp

How I wish and wish 

To replace the vastness of past

And I will perhaps

Someday with holiday eyes

See the same joy of lives

In you

Anew

Perhaps

Curious, a haiku

Curiosity

Certainly can do some harm

But to kill, perhaps

Listen always

And with that I will go

And listen quietly to

The wisest words ever said

Until my voice is refreshed

And my simple song renewed

Always

I will

Ideas alive a haiku

My ideas will live

And with life always matter

Like my breath to me

Death has a way of

Death has a way

Of ending all things

But perhaps legacy

And memory

Which are in fact

One and the same

And therefore

The only thing death cannot touch or take

So long as we

Are also alive

To remember it

This one thing

Haiku in mind

No word of man can

Stop the iterations of

Mind in being free

Is not better

My plans are not absolutely

Like the blade of a knife

Imperfect serrated

Neither dull nor fine

But they are mine

And all weeks for me are spent

Adjusting to others

And not creating my own reality at all

And yet in kind

And out of for-thought for them

So please

Not all the time

But everyone and dog gone awhile

Would you please

Just let a plan be a plan

Of mine

Stand-alone as is

And not switch it or change it morph it

Into some form sub standardized

Self need for your own time

And will

To be recognized

Your preference is not better

It’s just your own

Same

As

Mine

Arhghghhghhhhhrgggrgrgr

Too warm in form

It’s hot

The sun’s too raw

And too close to the earth

What can I

Without having to unsay

Such a fiery burst

Ever again except

That I’d have you combustibly

Burning up instantaneously so

You should not want me to say

A single thing

I’m just too heated today

Who is on a leash

I’m not claiming to know

The exact breadth of the sea

From near to farer shores away

I just see

As compared to this mongrel who sits here beside

And thinks the sands are the sky

And grainy fleas the stars

Dig dog

Dig

And leave your eyes out of such human sights as these

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

Reality is lived, a haiku

A sigh is a dream

Breathed out into a real life

Reality lived

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