Etc etc.

Never say something

    That you'll regret.

But better yet...

    Never write about enforcing

    unrealistic expectations upon

What you'll say...

What you'll write...

What you'll regret...

etc.

Waves

The moment you are most comfortable

The moment you are "free"

Is a lie...

Because the next wave is on its way

And soon you will be crashing down

Just like the wave...

Because life and love I view like this

Though most around you do not know

That they are tossing in the sea

There will always be another wave

Crashing into you and me

Walking

Humans walk a certain way

Least those who retain their feet

They stagger around every corner of every store

Tracking prints all across the floor

Just to prove that they live

Be it aimlessly or directionally

Buying things.... Why must they do this?

To prove that they have somehow earned much more

Than the poor sap standing on the corner

Are his shoes any less holey?

Are his motives for wanting things any less pure?

I ask because I'm trapped as well

Seemingly walking down the same path forever more

And this bothers me and berates my feet

Because I feel the need to buy things occasionally

Spending money without a seat

To distract me from a certain path

And give new purpose to my own feet

Tired haiku

I am not facing

Extinction at all, but now,

Existential, yes

A weary way to live

I’ve since learned

And somehow discovered

That if you wish to be seen

In all your tired glory, revealed

then ignore the world

Truly don’t look for a single sight within eye

And then

Poof

Like with sudden wings discovering flight

All those around you will see you

Even when you see none of them at all

THIS

Is how human nature does arise

And can only be seen

By those who see you in living

When you simply stop

And avert your eyes

In a weary way

To live

A call to breathe

A breath of fresh air is

Not just about today being alive

But about tomorrow being born

And yesterday being gone

(Never to return)

So breathe and be

Don’t hold it in and mourn

Breathe

Goodbyes never end

So long as steadfast

Memories remain in tact

Than love exists still

Wish and care, these can only go so far

Caring is

An expense to heart

Just as wishing is

No more closer to reason than stars

And I

Combine both with a will

A workers fist

To be iron and ore

In the pursuit of truth

And this

Whatever you call this

Is none of those things, for sure

But in fact the opposite

Of whatever misguided vision you seek

For as certainly as I am

Then you also exist

And that ever you have done

I think of

As nothing more than a miss

And misguided in truth

Yet my caring still is

Or was

Too much of self, a tanka

Too quickly am I

As a somber minded self

To assume that these

Carrying things are solely

Disproportionally mine

Title of an unknown realization

Having been introduced

To culture

So intimately

I don’t think I could ever go back

To either the communicative

Or the arts

Never

I’m afraid

It’s a control thing

Down and to (the true)

Down and to

A more realistic earth I fell

When the anticipation of air to hold

Turned out to be

Both incredibly fruitless

And the valueless of him

Was proven and proven and proved

To be beyond all else

And true

Feelings of near

Close and sad

Altogether and at once

Is the outcome to be

Afeard

That the good should fall

And ever stuck should remain

One and the same and ever

Near

When birds were meant to fly

Into a bright sky clear

In falling and stopping

Nothing moves

Shakes and motivates

The falling human heart

More than the fear of the stop

(Found below)

Or so I find

Anything to keep, and continue on, falling

Any ways not to land

With a painful splat

(This is the falling to be found)

Into a

Send me into a new freedom

Into a place where I’m no longer afraid

Of what could be

But aligned and with

In a quiet head-long

And life loving

Full on embrace

Of who with the most grace and poise

And dutiful purpose led passion

I am become

And becoming

Those around, wishing to happen, and now. No longer at a station.

Wishing to see or be seen

To interrupt or to be

To not in full or full in slight of eye

This public vision of all and one

And them therein there is me

Who has seen enough to speculate

And to surmise what all could’ve been

If I

Had stayed stuck

In the eyes of others relationally

And waited forever at the train station

Where transactional life

Only ever seeeeeeeeeems (to happen)

Was and is, paid out

Settled

Sorted

Years of lifelong yearning

Just like earning reported

Only show so much

In love and taxes paid

Before such present days

Of earning

And being

Of which I am

Sum

If then when

A life lived

Without purpose or plan

Though still technically life

Will more than probably be

No experience of mine

As I am not that gifted

In the art of being without

A true directional purpose

Or even meaning in mind

Being bent forward

For suee

A long gone instant, crack of maple

Thunder cracks

The world is changed

And in watching we

Can do nothing but in awe

Be at the arc of time

At the sound of shining outcomes and skies

Which glisten and glow

Above this red white and blue

Homeland of mine

Going, going, gone from the first moment of storm

Goodbye

Haiku of human ways and weariness

Tired still is no crime

Just as life itself does not

Come without response

A harsh truth

A harsh truth

Resides not just in knowing

But in the act of adjusting

For that understanding of self

Which only comes with time and words

And a realization of changes

Which has never before surface

In the face of such an obvious smile

And it’s ok do do neither

Smile or frown