our eyes will meet tanka
our eyes will meet and so I wish you well... there are boots under my pillow, memories of you in love with orchids
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when I am all alone Tanka
when I am all alone my heart is incomplete… for years, you were just a superficial distance in the glaze of memory
talk to me tanka
talk to me soothe my capricious pulse with the fluttering of chanting hummingbirds... I wrestle shadows tonight
to this day Tanka
to this day, the junipers are humming their farewells ... does the past change more than the present?
somonka walking along a desert road
you've been heading down the wrong road walk out on your lover leave her for me there's a street I walk on when I am lonely I sing, look for signs that will tell me where to go in peace
daybreak tanka
daybreak is no time to grieve... at night I open the sails of my thoughts in the path of the wind citation: Ahmad Shamloo
long before tanka
long before my mother's burial life had some form to it... I dove into the seas inside me
it had come to you tanka
it had come to you and you were in the body of that failing deer... what does death feel like, does it use you up like birth?
he’s gone, for Brian Zimmer tanka
for Brian Zimmer he’s gone and the heartache will be tamed... but aren’t we all already disappearing, sleeping among the flowers?
I lost my way tanka
I lost my way out of the woods on the night swallows went south... vanished among strangers
trying to remember old lyrics tanka
trying to remember old lyrics, I watch the world toss its shadow on the moon
Mesatonic poem by Sergio Ortiz
Alternate names for brown boys by Sergio Ortiz roo F ers trench digge R s brok E n rims pro-ball pip E dreamers pinto lowri D ers celebrity gh O sts cured by M edical science
it's time tanka
it’s time to mean what I say be the rider in the harsh silence and force an oath of unity on the wind
each heartache Tanka
each heartache is the science of claws… dashing across quiet ocean floors shadows breed in my veins
Hero somonka tanka
Hero to die a hero gripping at the moon adjusting to the gloom children playing in the rain when anger twinkles and shadows breed in my veins I hear this song: I never meant to start a war …just wanted you to let me in
sadness tanka
sadness is the symmetry of balance… it makes you hefty in all the wrong places because it knows you
he disappeared tanka
he disappeared like a fragrance, while I aged, lived half my life in hollowed caves unable to find my way back
