Once, a tanka

If there was one thing

I could only say ever

Once, it’d be to try

Innately human

A computer can

Skip a surface based stone

For sure

And far

In a very memorizing style

Even a good distance away

And yet

This human emotive spirit

To up and speak and understand (one another)

Is something so unique

And so innately special

That we cannot ever truly

Modernize, or modify, or innovate it

Away

Mentors

Mentors make a lasting impression

But the truth of who they are

Is often quite far

Living a good distance away

From who they truly are

And wake up each day

Trying to be

And be again

And that is ok

Just try, a tanka

One thing I would recommend

Is to breathe in snow

And exhale fog

Each morning until

You are centered again

A growing wish

A wish is this

Something you care for and grow

Until all of a sudden

It stands up right and walks

Never again to crawl below

And in that sudden moment

It is

And never will be

The same

For this growth has grown

And all that has been will be

And was

Rearranged

Like heartburn

Frustration burns

And fuels head shaking with

A soloistic understanding

Inside

Like heartburn

Step along for I care not

If there is one thing I’ve known

It’s not that I’ve learned too much

But too few

Of everything

But especially of

This inability to care

Step along

The distance from, is this

Youth and maturity

Are as far apart

As stars and seabeds

Pick one

Sink and swim

Or fly without gravity

You cannot have both

Just pick

How haiku flakes do fall

Snow will do that which

It was always built to do

And so it will fall

Geography in short order

Gray skies

And perspectives alike

Are in one way and the same

A mere symptom of

This one thing

Geography

A twisting turning haiku of mine

Manipulate this

Twist and turn yourself to that

Will never make whole

There are always fires somewhere in the forest

The day everything is perfect

The day everything is right

Will never come

Did not exist

A wickless candle

As day is night

They never mix

And never will

All days, a tanka

All days will so end

Just as all suns will arise

With the tides which ebb

And the flow of these most small

Subtle days which once arrived

Wildfire

Just as in

Your own personal life, a truth

You should know and understand that

Wildfires are always burning

Somewhere on the earth

There are embers glowing

Flames overflowing

And coals growing colder with every second

Until the daylight turns

And the nights due ensues

Though the games may live

So the rain arrives

Turning all the runoff into lye

Just as in your own personal life, you

And so must learn

Life is breath given

You can wait and wait

For your life to begin

Be it with calm or with a more volatile embrace

You can

At any time

Choose to live

So long by as you breathe and see

The breath before yourself outstretched

From your chest

Then what are you waiting for

What and what?

Gray skies, a haiku

Gray skies mean not blue

Cannot exist as this one

And wherein meets two

Stars and meteors

A heart of want

Wants most of all

What is in mind as mind

And desires to endure

And never fall

Much like the stars

But for a second

We are all

Safe until the sudden plummet

In becoming aware

And of the fact that were are just

Meteorites

Dig until when

Never stop digging, my friend

With good earth under your finger tips

And then

Clean them out

Rest

And then again

Dig and dig until when

You get at the rock and truth

Which resides beneath

This most undug version of you

And again

Beginnings before

A new beginning

Will never mean

That all those beginnings prior

Never were

Or will ever again be

Or somehow need

To subside like the tide

For as you can see

There is always a body of water

Such as this

Such is you

The sea

Into oblivion

A stare into oblivion

Is by no means

Even close to a backwards step

A stare into oblivion is in fact

More of a statement of mind

Than many or any other kind

For into oblivion

You can certainly look

But cannot step

And survive