Trust in rest
The idea that rest
Can be scheduled somehow
Is like the idea that life
Will be morefully lived
Once you have or have had
Or willed what is to is
And it won't
Ever
Trust me
Behind all curtains
Behind all curtains
At the end of scenes
Neath credits which roll
Know this something about me
Not when young
But always and regardless of old
I am anxious for life
And for over and free
I am nervous about failure
Not for you but, more selfishly, for me
Because I do not rest well
Atop the grave of memory
No, instead I find myself excited
To be done
And in my own perception to be
From myself most obviously "Free"
Un-focus
People respect achieved focus
Results result from a lack of life
Because focus requires
This unilateral sight
Which means you see less
Of at least one kind of light
Be it before or at dusk
Make sure what you're building
Is both what you really want
Like
And also what is right
Make sure
Lest you look up
And miss your own life
Maintenance
Time is a life
To those who lived
And worked and slept
There before
You had ever arrived
And yet
All that time
Is but a resulting decay
Neath a once kept house
And such hours from now are far away
From you at present
Don't you see?
Hearts which ache always turn
A heartache
Never truly goes away
Or so I find
Instead it turns
And in directive measures
Find
Itself a new aching direction to take
When ine ache dies
Inevitably
Another one awakes
And cries
Nights Rise
And when night falls
It is only for a spell
Undercast and gray
In growing return once again
Like the grass in spring
Or the sun in morn
No night alone was felled
It was not fallen
Into anything but a dream
For it is here
And with each eveing after dark
A new moonlit star is born
How she sleeps
Sleep
True sleep
Is something of which
I so often dream
And wish for this whilst
I am awake
And she
Rest peacefully by mea
Without a fear in the world
How I wish I could be
Such a person
So far away from self
As her
When she dreams
I wish
Remebering a cup
Do you
Remember
The minor coffee
The major cup
Which you held at this time
Two weeks ago
?
The average man
Will not
Think not
Having not
Thought
About such
.
This
Is the nature of life
Once gone
Once hot
Once we felt like it was
Enough.
But now we've forgotten
And have moved on
To another cup
.
Time is, a tanka
Time is friendly in
The presence of those most close
Who we have since chose
But falls like a stone down down
Am unmotivated well
An envious shadow
Envy is
The unspoken
And unsung song
Which hums a tune
Of "I totally could"
But you won't
You cease to move a shadow
For the entirity of
The day is long
Sensors and such
In regards to those visual people
Who see for others
As compared those
Who see only for themselves
An enjoyment of sip
Or a slight distraction on a shelf
Of these I am one
Of the prior eyes most found
In the smaller substance of life
For there is detail like sand
In the visual experience of those stroking sensors
Which is all, not for them
But still and in moving
All around
Unbridled
Ambition is fine
Goals and motivation
Provoke pursuit of the unknown
Of the excellence
And the performance which mimics the divine
And yet
And yet
Be reminded of this
Your pursuit is not your own
Social animal of small
For as surely as you stand
Those around you not supported
Will undoubtedly fall
And at your hand no less
If you're not aware of this
Your unbridled self
Wishing all and all
(To be)
My most grounded love
Care as I become
Not lofty like clouds
But rooted like trees
In the knowledge of love
More stead than any fanciful breeze
For you
Yes you
Are my most grounded existence
And l am happily found
In the soil of your love
Which is more natural and kind
More self-sacrificial and sound
More in-cluded in-depth
And with vegetation all around
Moreso than any other rocky outcliff on which
I was previously found
Trying to settle down
And go
No
For it is you
Which will forever be to me
A garden
Saria
Echos which echo
Sometimes a song
Sings out to not where you are or were
But to where you'd like to be
In the future years of your being
And what has yet to come into this
Being
Yes this
Sometimes this
So it sings
And your hear it as such
Regardless of the intended singers personal meaning
It is
Selfish self focus in the distance
I often pray for things
Out of my selfish being
And sadly with views
Turning towards these
Preceived horizons of me
I still look and look
And look upon
Distant futures of me
Without once a true thankful though
Given to the very cup set before me
And on this front
My eyes, could be better in being
In their perceptiveneaa newed
With new seeing
Amen
Freedom from self time
Don't bother me
Though all around may be busy
Know this
That I am nowhere to be found
Yet alive as all the birds and bees
And breathing as connected leaves
Not afraid of falling
For I stand in heart
Just as securely as my frame
Sits now
In this pictures of american small town
When I am free I am free
And this is nit writing at all
To me
Dictation
No matter how hard you try
You cannot ever truly dictate
What a gift once given
To the world will be
For when it first left you
It became
And will always be
It's own separate and unique thing
No longer you
But once in seeing
And no more merely yours
But now free
This is the nature
Of the accepted internal
Fated breath and beating
Once forced into being
Fleeting strength
Strength
True strength
Is a stand alone thing
The kind of act or walk
Which requires footprints
Upon which noone else sees
Or seems even set upon to limp
This is the nature of these
Strong moments of self
Enduring and at ease
Is this version of me
For now it seems
I am free to
Flee