A wish for mental silence

Telling myself yes

To letting my mind be

A no

Or nothing

Or even less

Is more of a challenge than

Insert clever meathor here

And then, perhaps

My thoughts will finally come to an end

I wish

How I wish still for still

A walking contradiction

I sit

Next to daydreams

And wish

For quiet and yet company

For understanding and yet new self

For at a distance she

And is the only one

Who kinda knows me then

And certainly now

Cares to see me though

Into this future self and us

For this

I thank her

Saria

Rockets

Do we only admire rockets
After they've launched?
I think not
Though we do peak both
Attention and a population
View
When they first take off

Why?
Just because

We are a curious, launching, people

To this I see no
Question of
"Are we not?"

We are

Just a beginning

There are at least two

Very distinct

And distinctly different

Passions

For creation

For you

And sake of self mind

For others taste

Enjoyment

For future self

To say you did

For others rights

And right of mind

To name a few

As per these

And this

So here I once

Did

But this is not the end

How to be

You should always do

What is right (in Gods eyes)

Even if noone

Around you knows or even sees

God does

And having created the reason

Knows extensively the why

And any humanbeing

With half a heart still

Uncrooked and true

Would cheer you on

Extensively or in passing with a nod

If they only knew

(of you)

Wishful idealism past

Wishing

Is an endless currency

And we

Perhaps

Or just I

Set myself up with

So many shimmers

And waters

And mirrors

That

Perhaps

I no longer know how

To see

Without a wishful perspective

Spent in true

Unmisery

And oh

How this most

Reflective me

Loves to spend

Such thoughts

As these

Rest in, a tanka

Goodbyes left unsaid
Sounds out in ways, which we cant,
Even sense, or see,
Or taste, or return to dreams
Until we atone for sleep

A less selfish un

Let me never say

That all the words I spent in past

Were strictly for you

No

For as a selfish being

I'm quite sure that my self wished

For all such time to be spoken and spent

Yes

That is a find far more true to be said

As I thought I loved before

And then, there was a universe of you

Suddenly

Saria

Looming

When I am on the table

In a stale room

Atop a small city

And I need breath

More than anything

In a current jolt

Delivered straight to my lungs

Thats when I more than ever

And with widening eyes will hope

For something more than just a lungs forgot

For air itself to be embued

With a crisp refrehing life renewed

I want to breath again

Here

And soon

Respectful Trust

The most valuable thing

In business and life

Is not respect

So much as it is

A respectful trust

That truth is spoken

That action is taken

And that self is not put

So much so forth

But instead this

Steady strong building built

Beneath and for

This us

People respect that

And you by proxy

Haiku of hopes

Blessings on those who
Say goodbye each year or two
And hold to these hopes

A coffee breath

Though I wish I could

And would and will

Without help or hand

Unfold myself before another

And yet still

With movement I find

That my heart is not free

To speak without a jolt or two

A smoking gun of espresso shot

Into veins of purple and of blue

Surely this is my start

And my coffee heart beats

Most quickly when

I am approaching

Done

My type feels

My type

Feels only a pressure to create

So grandly that

Someday with grace

I can give and meet

And bless all needs

Of those who desire to be

Set

Free

Indeed

My type feels this most strongly indeed

A gleaming glowing tanka

Homes like people wish

To grow and be grown within

And polished till bright

And gleaming like newborn

And glowing like a young sun

Thoughts unread

I remeber this

And can speak

That we men believe

That our pondering minds

And focal point hearts

Can somehow pierce the sky

Without speech or sound

And that just by looking at us you'll know

When really it's for years

We go and go

Withouth telling you so

Isn't that funny how

We expect to be understood as such?

Regarding careers

One of the biggest lies
Know to man
Is that work is somehow
The biggest of bads
When really
A persons work
By proper extension of self
Is itself
An escape from self
And to be enjoyed most thoroughly
Throughout this life

Such work is right

Seconds away from self

This quiet

Is quite the opposite I find

For silent seconds

Such as this

Do not kill me quicker

But prolong my life of thought

And make me smile at the revelations

Found not in pages but in eyes

These seconds away from self

Are best spent

Away from everything

Even mind

This quiet here most dear to me

Is where I find

Masculine

Men they make
And build and bless
And multiply (when willingness aids)
They grow and change
And hopefully no longer seek
To publicly impress

Or not
And they don't

For some men were meant to fade
And they will

Perhaps never to be seen again

Your eyes see trees

Pass by in cars

And you never know quite when again

You will pass by and see

Like old friends

The trees

Waving and waiting

For your eyes to be newr enough

To see

Think about it

You may never see

Those trees again

Tomorrow's Wish

If tomorrow I could have

All that I wished

And wanted and desired

I would surely die soon after

Why

Not from excitement

But from disappointment that

My life of wishing

And wanting and hoping was over

We human being need a wish

To make the work of today more worth

An end to this

Is an end to our very way

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