The return
God created man
Perhaps as a way to represent
The highs and lows
Of what the most volatile life of intrigue would be
Or might be
In comparison to his own
Perfect understanding of unison
And the pain which follows
When falling out from same
The chosen path
As surely as this
He yearns for you
He waits for me
The return
The indecisive
Indecision itself
Can sometimes rise up
And be the culprit of being
Which keeps us very much away
From the kind of experience we might wish
To have
To see
And to be
And that indecisive indecision
Is not on them
Oh not
That very same essence or seed
Is me
Darker, darker, a tanka
Remember your past
As there was very much once
A darker home to
Go home to on your own time
And darker vices alike
Change comes for us all
Best is not necessarily the same
In that subtle mind of yours
With its conditions to seek out
Only those know paths
Of which your feet are familiar
No in saying
This is me from afar
Telling you to be cautious
In worshipping that which you currently are
For as surely as change
Comes for us all like the night
Nothing is more admirable than a learned man
Who learns and trains in his own time
For the battle which he and his family
Hopefully never have to
Fight
Sharing breaths
Make no mistake
In either this
A directional or assumptive way
That these twists and turns
Of mind alive
Are in any way lessened by you
And this presence or un
For though I drive at times
You are no less
A passenger in this life
We share
And there is no mistake in that
Sharing of space and air
We breathe one and the same
And so you choose
Choice is such an odd
Such an intoxicating
And yet intimate thing
To say yes I do
I am and will be
Is a powerful thing indeed
To suddenly go
From not being
Into the world of new known as be
And suddenly there you are
As if both mind shift and motivation
Happened over night without reprieve
And so you chose
Just as the earth moves
I ask you
With a strong desire to beg
And say
Follow neither heart
Nor mind alike
But instead you should move
Just as the earth underneath you turns
Slowly
Steadily
And with the desire to be
In a round about way
Both circular and
In the most incomplete way
Complete
Freedom where you sit
Everything you see
Feel and live out to be
Is not due to you at all
In any way
Instead
All that was done by you
In every sense was him
And brought into being by he
Who made you you
In the beginning
And that means in a sense
You are not pointless
You are relentlessly out of control
And forever free
By this anyway due
Ill of nothing at all
Which is you
As he
Created you exactly to be
At this moment in time
Where you sit
And I am thoughts
From thoughts to hands
There are truly only
Two types of man
Both suffer
Wish and strive
But on the opposite ends aside
For they are each
The business success
The interpersonal thrive
And the soul struggling in between
And rarely ever shall they
For even a brief instant
Coincide
This is the nature of burning lives
As there is always a fire
Somewhere
Self bound
Lord only knows
If such time alone
Can unwind the twine
Of a mind spent too much
On its own and in its own ways
Bound
Lord only knows
And Lord only can
Fire and warmth
Aren’t we all just cold souls in the winter
Looking for fire and warmth
To call hearth and home
Perhaps so
Dare into the past
In so many ways now
I have learned to dare
And not to care
In the least about the minds of those
Who in passing pass
And will never last
More than in a minds eye
And for a moment of sight
For all such going’s will go
Into the past
As steam builds
Steam is in
Where heat begins
And so
Even few less know
The depts of words
And how they pool
And suddenly burst
Like downstream steam
And flow into air
Like clinging mists
These once were in
My heartbeat
In
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
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
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