Noone wants filet minion
Everyday
And if they do they don't have it

Envy is an occasional thing
Whereas the truth is much more real
And substantial

I once spoke freely with a joyous ease
A rippling sound which resembled wind
And the breeze in which entanglements kept
These trees her hair leaves even now I see

As nature speaks softly of many things
And calling turns echoes to the hills unseen
Your glance alone in anticipation of what
Still held me motionless as evergreen glades

Your phosphorus glowing eyes of stars
With limpid pools of wonderous means
No more than nothing or something or of
Yes moreso my mind with you how it pleads

For one more just conversation with me
Beneath moon and sky and days without eternity
By the grasp of mother natures ask into air I speak
Begging these eyes for another moment to see

We work to craft and build our being
So that being us is not a bore
A chore or miserable existence
Where we do not at least have
The smallest hope of being free

Set

When choice is not a matter of heart
Or sight a glance at sun kissed chin
Arise my dawning love, arise
Don't look away
I'm not sorry that we must being

Ask not
How can I not be (today)
Ask what instead you need to create
Before it's too late (in this dying day)

no amount of making
  or feigned revisions of life unlived
    can recall a sighted sky over the ocean
      or pull down a sunrise behind the mountains

      better to try and catch the stars which aren’t stars
    chase sleight of hand or tongue of minds unfold
  let alone myself alone in this
I am tired of being cold

Not every verse has to be a journey
Not every person a means of influence for you
So take care of that smallness — of mind
midst package — I pity your perspectiveless, less, untrue

My hollow frame is but a shell
A time trodden path
I've seen my father walk
And his shoes, his shoes
Are so familiar to my feet
Though perhaps a bit too small
They are like family to me

Unfeeling, never
Full of feeling always and in being, have been
Don’t call another man by my name
Or think that I am, without sin
But the one thing which I know, and am
Is that and this, and the neither alone
That I’ll know when one-day heaven has come
And until then you’re my home

It's a different sort of thing to feel
To go from one to another
No longer constantly

But to suddenly see
All of your fanciful dreams
Just as what they are in the light of day

Then you know what has been
And what will thankfully never be

And then suddenly you're free
But not in the way you'd imagines

Let alone in the time-frame

Yet you can finally see

Fear is such a fleeting thing
A dream a dream
And in waking seeing
How's its gone as if it were never in being

But thoughts such as these
Which plague seven times over me
Are so much harder to set free
So much more difficult to let be

I am haunted by possibilities

I hear it as jazzing sound
And see it as a breathing sigh
The snowfall and its white feather down
Both light and bright as a once darkened sky

The distant stars drowned out by the day
An aesthetic row of these ancient books
To hide is not part of the mountains way
All it takes for this one is a look

And I am lost beyond horizons
More cold than hollowed ocean nooks
Just as the breeze brings gifts
And rgis wish by a field to sow

I hear and see all this alive
And about you I wish to know

That it was

The duality of life
Of want, of business, and of busyness
Is so tempting
So intoxicating to live
By human standards and spontaneousness
For all of those sequential things
Which lead us to death anyway

The sky doesn't ache for rain
So much
As the earth
(In all of its cold rotational truth)
Aches for the distant sunlight burn

It's been forever now
Since my evergreen heart grew wild and free
With budding oaks, and leaves, and lilac strong
With edelweiss glimmering alive in the evening lights
And even the occasional ****
Poking its head up to remind through the matted red coals beneath
It's been forever now
But I hope that it won't always be
As such

Tasks are meant to distract the mind
Anyone who gardens by choice
To me
Is out of their own and doesn't have
Enough time, at least to think

An unpopular opinion, perhaps

I snap my fingers in a crowded room
Call out quietly to the one of you
And wait patiently for fate to turn
For the clock chimes to unwind
And ruminate aloud

Will your song give me a chance to hear
My words to speak

My heart sounds out
   And whispers  
Like wind chimes in the air
   For you

With gentle rest
   Our dancing steps
And hopes more light
   I wish you into this summer memory fair

Playing carousel dreams
   Of you
Just to hear

The only thing you know of me
Is what is not
And therefore nothing

I am not you
And you don't even know yourself

Sad

No Man or intuition
Can see more than a day or two
Into her dream
Not weeks or months or years to spend
Instead all they think of is
"Wouldn't it be nice if"

Ruminate through me as the ache of trees
The quiet joyful tears of rain
Which ripple and shake
The ground beneath

These stars, this shimmering gleaming shine
Never tasted half so sweet in mind
As when I am with you
And underneath

Everywhere I go, unseen
The prevailing narrative being
"I could not speak to he"

Tall and menacing
Quiet and stern
So well and in his pace, to flee

Looking quietly past the height of me
And quickly away by chance
But you

In passing with a scrolling spree
I adore when you can read as this
I adore when you see me

I am the kind of person who
For a moment cannot stand to sit
For I must always in doing do
Just as always I am and never one with it

The wishful dream of
Someone to be near is what
I answer when asked

I dream an autumn dream of you
In a winter lasting longer than sun
Burning hotter than stars
In the coldest nights sleep

I dream of an autumn us there too
So much so and so often now
That there's not a rain cloud left in the sky
For me to express myself

I dream and dream
Alive
Awaiting the autumn skies
Return

Uniqueness
Oneness
Fullness soon

Is lost
Alone
Yet here with you

With memories
Skies
Call out
In all

Like birds
Begin
To fly
And then

With a sudden
Swift
And motion of night

It falls
And falls
To its own ignite

There's absolutely no proof
That if left alone
Human beings will be
Or course correct more than anyone
Who have lost themselves
Most resoundingly at sea

If anything we
Need more guidance than ever
In this time of being most encouraged to be

Whatever we feel
Whatever we dream

When really we are actually not at all these things

We are just that which sees
Humans who be