Our tanka, a society

Our society -

Has gotten to this point now

Where wood is not wood

But a preconceived structure

Held together by - perceived

Some study to be seen

The biggest lie of the education system

Is that students study at all

And that the system itself

Isn't setup for those

Who wish to be seen

In the fires of study

They do

And are

Not in secret

But seen

Not by all by any means

But for most

So I thinks

Perspective gift

Life

Is less about

What you have not

But should be

More about

What you've been given

By God

You see?

Good, better, perspective

There is no true best

Only those who are now here

To determine thought

To be sensible

Boldness of mind

A one dimensional way

Always calls me to being

And then ushers me away

Once the doing is done

And the cost of living has spent

Financial ends to be returned

As the dividends of sense demand

That to my master of ideals

And to my dreams forward

I always pay

Unwinds, unbinds

Earth is dust and fuss

And ice and time

And nothing beneath the suface of man

Except the earths clock

Such as the sun and light

Which unwinds and unbinds

And this is something

Which we never see

Because we dont care to look beneath

Our very feets

Anymore

A longing, to beg

A longing is not a longing

If a long road is never at an end

And you can see such

Down a narrow and divergent

Street of beautiful fault

But of no such substance

As the road set before you

Neither left nor right will ever be

Right

So continue on

In your walking or driving

Take no flight to either side

I beg of you

Internal ownership, a tanka

Though we may build up

And have papers which say that 

We are now our own 

No change is greater than this

INTERNAL UNDERSTANDING

Unwind, unwound

Some days in pulling

You find

That there is string for days

So much so that weavers would never weep

Many quilts could be made

And threads could be stitched up and away

And those days

I like those day

For I feel longer than weeks

And more refreshed than months

Spent away

Some days

Thought is my drug

My greatest drug

By far is thought

Which is tough

Because my supplier is near

And mostly me

Most of the time

It's tough

When the speak well of you, what to do

The best way to influence human optinion

Is to not

And then also not to care about what they think

Truly

Admiration has nothing to do with you

Ever

Beneath a willow (again)

I walk away from myself

Beneath a willow tree of words

And as the branches droop and hang

I find

That greenlife exists

Independent of me

And now these words are out and free

Which makes me smile

Knowing that the breeze plays

And vines whisp

And I as walking beneath became

No longer me

A cup of cafe

The human heart

Or mind really

Feels differently

With a full cup in hand

Knowing for a moment that they are

Taken care of

Soon be to energized

And happy to hold

That exact thing in mind and heart

They are

As coffee is existence

A follower in heart

Faith is not just doing

Though a walk is good for the heart and soles

Faith is knowing, with a confident stride

Where you're headed

Regardless of when

And also the most important, where you'll go

A family out together

There's nothing stronger than this

Such a sense of belonging

When four or five move on as one

And in the arms of time

Enbrace for a short spell to

For someday they will gather

To remeber such days as these

When their lives were together here

More than not there

As they are now

The future oriented friends

What makes a friendship stay

Is it where you've been?

No

What makes a friendship grow

Is how willing you both are to walk

And in the same direction grow

Let the past remain there

Imperfect days

Do we try and keep

To create value

Or to disconnect

Or to somehow be

Less alone with ourselves

Less married to time

Or more together with peace

And in brokneness with the mind

Yes

Probably

So this always was me

For I was always this way

Looking away from what I could see

And in search of an abnormal day

So perfect

That I could finally be

With a forgetful smile free

When a partner passes

The saddest story

To watch and see

Especially if you aren't in it

And unable to change is

Is goodbye

Where shouldn't there be

There should not be

Any sort of smugness surrounding

Self presence

Or your lack of self loathing

Instead

When a steady man is completely content

He smiles to noone

And puts himself behind all others, first

For he is far from the worst critic of all

Himself

LivingTrue

There ought not to be

An ouce of desperation

In your respiratory life

Instead you should breath

And with an inward self worth

Emit the right and true

Emerge with confidence renewed

And in this way be