With eyes for the sky

I am such

An oddity of choice

With eyes for the sky

And a heart which dies

When I hear how concrete is made

And in sorrow still

For these riverbeds young

So I run and run on

Into the pursuit of new

Paying that such dreams will not soil these waters

Through

Hopes and prayers

At the end of the day all you can do is hope and pray

That there are more than less

Good people in this world

Who see true hearts the same

For what they truly are

In truth

This is my hope

Both for me

And for you

In this game of life

Players

There is a comforting loss

In a community of same

Where in a similar joy of beating hearts

Did in passing remain

And we were one

And almost the same

For that short time in being

In strength weak memory remains

To some degree

There is need

And there is preference

And there is business

And things are these

Not just people

But feeling hints

And sorted habits

And heartfelt demands

To which we are all accountable

To some degree

Unalone Haiku

The point of having

At the end really is this

To have un-alone

Rivers and streams

There are some rivers unseen

Beneath the earth above

And the sky below

Which flow and flow

Like an eternal spring

And I am their keeper

Their runner

Their stream

Time tells the fullest tale

Time tells

The fullest tale

Of both truth and hope

And in doing so

The most honest story

The most realest being

Not to mention

The many different ways through which

We humans cope

And all I for

Is trust up front

And eyes to see as we do

For we are equal parts

Faithful and true

To ourselves

That is us

We humans are far more capable than

Most anything on this earth

You can envision

Within reason

Is almost possible in truth

If it’s both what you want

What God wishes

And that for which

Over the course of many years

You devote yourself

And walk daily towards

And to

Most anything on this earth

By the grace of God and the gift of vision

My friends

You can do

Sunlit choice, a tanka

Does the sunlight choose

To rise each day and glow so

Tremendously bright

Or was it born to be so

Bred and raised to be the light

Dig back in

Dig back in

Not to that which distracts

But into that which

Pulled forth becoming into more

Than you’ve ever been

Or done or though

Evermoreso than

Before

A curious little haiku

Curiosity

Was never intended to

Kill anything but

When I was fierce and young

For those years I

Was honored to be

An avatar of something more

Of something fierce

Of something which my fellow man both wished

And yet didn’t wish

To be until it was

And for those years

And in those memories

Forever it will be

Me

I’m very honored

Teaching I find

Teaching I find

Is both about learning yes

But little to nothing

Of what it is so much

Is about you at all

Or even the subject matter

As a whole

Teaching teach

The understanding of today’s

So that tomorrow can change

And certain outcomes could be

So long as those who listen and learn

Lean in close

To embrace

Investment, a haiku

The best way to live

This life of investment is

Yourself truly care

Point of choice

When you get yourself to a point

That no matter what you choose

It will be fine

You will be blessed

And it will all in time be alright

You should know

That a blessing such as this

Still requires a few things

Zero doubt

No turning back

A confidence of voice

And at the end of the day … to choose

And in doing so to make … a choice

This verse is undoubtedly me

I am at the strangest intersection

Of both happiness and un

Having achieved so much

Of what my younger self deemed

As demanded and what ought to be done

And now it is

And was

And I am

But not undone

As more and more fire

Places wood on my soul

I now know that the walking

Is more important than the road

Or the engine above

Could ever be

With bristling fire

Still am I

Never still enough

To be content

With me

Onward

Brilliance, a glowing sun at night

Brilliance glows

In different ways

Like a sun at night

On the face of the moon

Perhaps

This too is right

And only seen

If you at the time

Look when the clouds un align

And these brilliant rays

On the face of bouncing craters

Ignite

The perennials grown

Forget not

The perennials grown

In the bed of next year

Behind your future home

Because today

And all of its weeds

And worryful roots

Are not your own

Though they exist

They are not yours

And in moving forward

You too have grown

So grow and go

Read and read

The burden of proof

Does indeed take time

To both compel and compress

Into the pages of a book

But only you can read

Or choose as such

To turn and turn inward

Into the next iteration of truth

The question is

Will you

Read

Many is me

Everywhere you look

And see

Is this

A different

Community

Being

Alive and well

And in some capacity

Free

Set by simply knowing that one

Is many

And in their eyes

Many is

Me