Have a flow like matsuo..

dont know what we got
We try to explain
Are we Chosen or not?
It Drives me insane..
Ive grown up a lot
From childish ways
Spoke from the heart
An Admirable trait...
A trait thats admired
A change or denial
A Fate that's decided
A place you can wind up..
The path that I know
A matsuo quote
The lighter the steps
The narrower road..
Real poetry's
A beautiful life
The One that you Live
You chose what to write..
The way can be long
Rays in the morn
daisies at dawn
A Face that is God's.
How much I desire
Inside my lil satchel
The moon and flowers
While vibing with basho...
thickets of grass
All that remains
Of wishes they had-
A Warriors waste.
Hopes can grow old
Sweet as a dream
the iris is blue
Each Siberian spring
when I part from you
like a clam
from its shell-
I go, and the autumn too..
Harvest moon
Inside a pond
I wander through
And the night is gone.
Fitting complete
In my final years
With a young leaf
Id wipe your tears..
Greats that are worthy
Are Sturdy to Grow.
Every day is journey
And the journey is home..
Stars in the sky
Lead me when lost..
I Don't follow the wise
But seek what they sought..
Ready or not
Its now we believe..
the temple bell stops
And The flowers still ring...
Fears from money..
Year by year
The monkey mask
reveals the monkey,
And a cricket that cries..
No drips from an eye
No one would ever guess
Just how Quickly it dies..
Listen to pines
And of the bamboo
Learn from them both
And Feel that they hear you..