Humanity and time

Human life

Is just time

Unstopped

A constant reminder that we

Are not earth or sky

Neither stone or sea

We are something else bound by concept

And in constant opinion of others and noones

We are humans

We are free

Kinda

A life capable of thanks

For this protection

And sense of self (aware)

I am most happily thankful

Because life, any other way

Would not be wrong

Necessarily

But to be as I am

Is to bw self aware enough to see

That I actually like this version of me

And that is protection manifest

From so many other unpleasant selves

Which could've been, but never did

Thankfully

How men fail to speak, a tanka

Men know not how this

Beautiful sky has become

Erupted into

Brightest colors full and blown

As the day is long we don't

Live to swing away

Enjoy all that is today

Because no tomorrow will last

And fear not one certain outcome

Lest you create it to pass

Swing away instead with umbrage

When all the decks turnout stacked

And look wholly at your lover

Not to visions of the past

On time and life

The only way for life

To be lived

Is to live

The difficult part

Is to do it in a conscious manner

When all around you screams

"Be unconscious

Forever coasting"

Free from responsibility

And gain alike

This is tough

This justice is timed

And this is life

In seeing our thin appearances

Skin is air

And though we may try

And push a breeze

Or capture a breath

(In a sail)

It is instead with eyes

Unlike

Thsy God sees skies

And steam

And mist

And skin

And lives

Drinking, a tanka

Drinking and water

Are not always therein you

Felt as if a cool

Rushing wave of new life is

Renewed within a thurst true

Youth and the other

There is a me still young

Who dreams but doesn't like to

And controls no more of self

Than than a bee controls

The various flowers that be

In bloom and all around anew

And yet

This old me flys

Too much

Too high

And all around in too much orders

And if not careful

One oe the other

Will seemingly

Die

Thus is the nature

Of a buzz in winter

Prior verse, I pray (for)

Somewhere along

The mile lines

I pray

To have stumbled upon

The best I ever met

As a traveling smith

And worked to alive

This beating heart of words

Resuscitated until

Once again there

Along the side of the wire road

I was alive

And well and lost

In my words

Taking of time

Knowing you, as I do

And me, as I am

And us, as we will be

Now, more than ever

I, most honestly need

To be at peace, here

And just for a moment, still

As I am

And have willed myself

To be

For just a moment

Now

A talent is breathing, yes

Talent is not obligation

Just as choice is not undecision

Because at the end of the day

It ends with hiss

And its you who lets your breath

Either

Burst or escape in a mist

From your lips

Bottom line

Is don't sign out of prior practice

Be alive, instead

Human will and intention

If there was reason

In every wave

Then there would be no crashing

No tides

No turning of days

Ever in the skies above as below

No

Such things are arbitrarily designsled

To do exactly as

They ought to

But might not

If we

As human beings

Be

As we are

Ever obsenant

If sudden changes were a haiku

My eyes are not full

They are overflowing with

This sudden change felt

Flow and flow

Life is such a flow

Yet entirely different from feel

We are waves

We are rocks

We are clouds

And we are stars

Sometimes up

Below as above

And yet always

We are not

When shaken and crashed

When tumbled and rolled

When coasted into storm

And burnt out unborn

So our ending is suddenly known

And back to flow we go

Alive, and free, in an American game

When last is last

And I have moved

Beyond the space of movement

Into still

Please know that I

Was the only enemy I had

The only source of discomfort known

Was truly me

And to look up and see

That ball fly free

Into the great wide sky and beyond

Any confines of mortal men alive

In those moments I smiles

More than wider can wide

Because there I was free

And with those teammates most alive

And inline

Saying "good game"

That was me

Suddenly alone as wishes

Believe it or not

You can get your wish

(To be left alone)

The only problem then

Is

(That you are)

Rippling above

My life is like a stone

And though thrown

I hope to look up

Someday and see

All the ripples and waves

Once made by me

But

Most likely

I'll just sink

Sight, such things aren't yours

When I see
Other sunshine now
It's very different
Than the days before

Now when I see
That bright light of youth
Bursting through

I am no longer in the lone of sight
The warmth, or direct path of that equation

Instead I smile
For the future bright
Which that light will find
And the warmth therein
For someone else

In whatever way it is felt

Its not about me

Sublime Time

Time loses me

And evades my mind

Until exactly when

It calls me back

When I least want it to be

A found lover around

This is the plight 

Of the hard thinking man

For his work is never too far off

From his mental reach

Or so I find

Buried away in this

Poetic mind of mine

The underlying current is always moving

And far more interestingly

Sublime

How working mine, mind works

Be still my mind

Make neither it

Nor heart

My king

For away is only

Another way for me

If it's not one of many things

Then it's a thousand inbetween