Pool and river

A pool will never suffice again

Once you've felt the direction

The guidance as if on a string

And a pull of the current beneath all things

In the river of life

We all move towards the sea

Us each

Far more rapidly than we expected

Fearing

A fear to me

Is not the outward step

So much

As the finding out

That those around

Will never be as dear as those

Who are currently near

Right now

Saria, a haiku

In walks a goddess
Who knows not that which she is
Imperfect holy

Pulling, a tanka

Fighting with the grass
To dry itself alive now
Is like painting clouds
Or like brushing tree leaves out
Or like pulling stars down when

A gift

One of the greatest gifts

You can give mankind

Is not to try and be a savior

But to better yourself each day until

You are better than yourself before

Don't ever stop such a learning yearn

Or life

And death

Will certainly bore

Oceans

Your comfort is more weighted
More heavy
Than every drop of atlantic
Or pacific
Or indian
Combined
To me



Saria

Endless worth

If you stumble back

Upon my words

From days perhaps

When my habds were warm

Then know this now

My you who I told

In a time almost as imperfect as yourself

Be it young or old

Or in action or still

I loved you for you, not myself at all

And to your future growth I bend

Unbroken

I always wished to command my will

Becaus you are

And are worth it

Always

Saria

If I knew where

If I knew where
Was the place
I could always be free
Of myself and my own constantly nagging
Judgement of life and self
And thought of being within ideals
If that where was within
Or so I like to think
That is where I would be
Most definitely
Indefinitely
Free

Pennies and stones

Coins in the sand

Are just nothings unfound

And I am in no such search

By the sea or anywhere else around

For you are a gem

Of pure carbon and stone

Less alarming than nickle or copper

And more valued than gold

Saria

Wonder wait why

Enjoyment is a weird thing

Like a door which locks

And you know it will

And yet still you stand

With no desire to walk though

Yet still

It stands there

Before you, innate

And yet you hesi

Wonder

Wait

Why again?

In head thought

We men of thought

Find too much in head

Too often and too soon

Alive so much

That we wish and pray

And return fantasies

To a time of youthful deeds once dear

When the times were like grass

Ever growing and short

And the days were nothing to last

Mere drops of sweat

Running down a buzzed head

For this kind of thought

Had it yet to ne born

In me

Though now I love it somehow

Two skies

Two night I knew

When I walked out under the sky

Not blue

But darker than the sea at its deepest

And felt the softness of future breath

Her whisper quiet in my ear

Sp close

For a rain was coming

Gently in from a future

Just boundless the west

And to the I we ran

Until it cracked no more

Then all was silent once again

And I slept

Watching Life

We watch dominoes fall

We watch people fail

But the average human being 

Doesn't think nearly enough

About seeing themselves 

Lead

Win 

Strive

And in changing 

Prevail

It's a shame really

As there's no other life which you'll have

So live it

Pursuit, passion, a life in flow

This passion

My soul aches to be young

To be free in the flow

And pursuit

Free of time

In a place where I

Am unbridled, unbound

And I breathe with the breath

Of a being once known

To me here in my youth

In my memory

In which I've thrived

How I long for the once held

Close forgotten

Clean

High

Of life

A talkative mom

I knew to much

To not say so little

And so I thought

These words of mine

Had expressed enough

To bend the fates

To be at peace in mind

But no

None ever

Such words as water

Are enough

To satisfy

Such an insatiable apatite

For this

The original know

Of a love most kind

Goodbye

Is a said

Which I thought I knew

Until she passed

Me by

You were a mom

I love you

And you were mine

Shining lights

A telented soul

Has a duty to shine

But not to extend themselves perhaps

So much into the sky

As for as they were given

So to this life they comply

In even shining at all

Through the day

But also alight

Through the darkest night

Dont be afraid

Be alive in your craft

Ignite

Exactly where I wanted to be, eight hours later

Hear my young breath

Take a bite out of life

Hear my old soul

Speak a quiet still night

Into the existence of mind

For as surely as I once was here

Still am I still

In moving pens and typing hands

Atop corner seats at coffee swills

Where ink and pen and frustrated quill

Are burried in a white of cloud

There hear my thought for you, instilled

Would you climb and sit this literary hill

Would you?

I wind like this

A night alone

Is not so much about

The experience of me

But a chance to be thought

To be poured out and sound

Out like a drum in these silent woods

I wind like this

My yarn and twine

With a crackling leaf

So that I might be unwound

By you

My 1:35 newborn June tree

If I walk will you shelter me

From the dew?

Tanka wishes

My wishes pile up

But do not grow from the ground

Though that does not stop

The heart earth which still seeks me

To be churned and tilled alive

Parking lots

I walk because
I just want to be lost
On the trick of thought
No more
So I beg
In a circular motion to be
Free at last
Free indeed
Away from both mind and me

And so I walk
Because
I am unfree

For now