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
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
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
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
Protective measures I’d forgotten, a haiku
Protection only
Goes as far as it is then
Needed by ones self
Similar, yet different, choices
What it really comes down to
Both above earth and below
For a solemn soul such as yours
Bound by choice and try
Is to give back to the well
Which has sprung up there beside
As such fresh water will not always last
But alas
Yours will always be the choice to try
And honestly…
You’ll be just fine
So go ahead
It’s not goodbye
It never is
Who you are, a tanka
Skies only begin
To fall with agony near
And around ever
To come to ground when your try
Isn’t aligned with this you
Newness of day and month
It is in these breaths
That I find
A new month with new words
And a new sense of this
Escapism for
Even the most persistent of times
The silk roads
The fatal shores
And the spares of stars in the sky
Which couldn’t catch
Even the brightest of eyes
Still all shimmer and all shine
Which leaves me dark and sitting here
With a world around
Looking only inward
To unfind self
And to stretch my again in a balancing these
The act of escaping daily’s thoughts most fine
That yes this is to write both right and divine
Or that I find
Can’t yet could
I wish I could leave
The value in place
(Supporting decision all along)
And yet alleviate cost
Making it to my own being
Both affordable
And to belong
But alas I can’t
But if I could
Yes
A subjective look
And he called this sublime
A subjective look
At the nature of
An intuitive mind
Still living and yet for now
Here