Worlds beside
Lives are tiny little universes
And all over they thrive
Passby and die
And we are none the wiser of their joy
And of their suffering alike
For there are millions, neigh on billions, near you
Just beside
Do you see?
Time sits in a corner and stares
Time is not a constraint
I think
At least when we learn
To think of time
In the proper way
And to see it fully
In regards to our lives
And therein our own space
(To create)
Instead it is just another sight
Look away
Pontif
There's no traditional life I desire
No westward venture of permanents
Which I've ever pined for
I am both simple man and complex mind
Drawn to that which I haven't done
But could
And you know me
For who I was and am
And could be in truth if grown
Like a tree you pour smiling sunlight
And a loving water on me
And wait, like a beautiful day above
My love
Saria
Don't mind my mind, please
Please don't mind
Or take offense at mine
For wishing itself alone
From time, for a time
It's not because of you
I promise
It's because of me
I'm sure
This is my need
Solely
End results
Winning is
A poor mans brand
A one dimensional thing
Easily conveyed
Without saying anything else
Or so much as to how
Great skill comes to be said aloud
This speaks
Of a meaning deeper than win
And a talent more silent than sound
It is
So much easier then to unfind
As compared to be found
A talent refined
Self first and last
Finding ways
To be yourself
When all around
Are their own selves first
And foremost you are
Not accustomed to not being last
Then
You will be happy for a spell
Because all that you've been wishing for
Has not been quelled
By the forceful hands of anothers wish
To be close or far
Or close or far
As this
Wishing sun, cursing rain
Sunlight rains
And we feel its affects
But so never say how
We wish this or that
Warming ray would dissolve
Or be whisked away
Like it's cousin
The waterway
Unpopular as the day
When the astronomer waits
Do you see?
A tanka self aware
I setout to write
A simple tanka to find
A mere break from self
And yet instead there in mind
A full verse suddenly mine
Rain and water alive
Somedays it rains
And those are happy
For crops to stay, secure and safe
And sometimes it rains so much it floods
And the young man
In all of his unownership ways
Laughs and he
Stomps though puddles to pass
Not the time, but with a smile wide
Just as sometimes to live
Is not to own - and to own
But to be alive
Sharing pros
Inspiring others
Is only so good as good can be
And the truth therein in your own life found
Lest you share something worse
Something that is not
Do not
Hawthorne and me
No great will know my name
Nor I
Know any of their friends or wives
And that
Is something to both smile about, I think
As we, I find
Can be an incredibly insufferable type
All in love with these
Our feelings, and visions, and intuitive sights
The kind which all other men
Call a flame to be alive
Bright
Alive
Alight
This life of mine
Ha
More balanced somehow
We men do
Truly desire this nothing
To make our most intense
Most passionable
Something days of this life
More balanced somehow
As being here surely kills us
Though we certainly love to die
And in escaping flow
With the occasional seperate life
Those who follow behind
Guiding is walking
Others quietly down a path
In the direction which
Your own footprints since traveled
And their next experience is yours
And your history alike
This is
What it's like
To teach and guide
For many years
In this life
Ownership Envy
Envy no more
The ownership of another
Until your eyes have seen
In all of the situations unbridled glory
What is truly burden
And responsibility abound
Unless you wish for that as well
In which case quit your job
And truly go
And with these people
Surround
Until then, don't even anothers house
Mindspring
Waiting for the mind
To spring alive
Here there is no
"It is like" at all
Instead it's just a cold
A foreboding silence
Like having you back up against
An east facing wall
And you don't know how high it goes
Or how long it will take
For the casting shadow to fall
And die again
To the inevitable light
Of life alive
Each day
Specifically in the cold months
Ans mornings
Sunlight orange, a tanka
If there is ever
A time for colors to be
Felt most honestly
Then inject me with this bright
Sunshine light of orange now
Dead Forests
Friends
Like trees
Are best whenever
Growth and growing both
Need and yet needn't be
Are ignored no more but challenged
By a personal realization of that accountability
Which most crertainly needs to ....
Be
For I have no use for dead wood but to burn
Misunderstandings
Deliverance is not an escape
But the thought of which we have
Which says we should
When we really can't
But could ... if we didn't care or plan
As such
Such sacrifices are ... just wishes denied
And misunderstood